Gage (Pittsburgh Titans 3)

“Oh God,” she moans, her head falling backward until it hits the door. Her eyes bore into mine, frenzied and wanting.

And fuck… I have to give her something. I personally need to give her something so she knows how much I adore every bit of her.

I kiss her again, moving my hand to the front of her pants… a pair of denim leggings stretchy enough to let my fingers snake down the front. She jerks, then moans when I probe through her slick folds—already so damn wet—and I silence her with a punishing kiss.

Jenna’s hips thrust into my hand, and I meet her demand by sliding a finger in deep.

“Yes,” she hisses in relief. “More.”

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I growl as I lift my head to stare down at her.

She’s gone, eyes closed, teeth digging hard into her lower lip as she feels what I’m doing to her.

I use my fingers skillfully, thrusting one, then two. Gently circling her clit. Building her up slowly until she’s practically thrashing for release.

And when she orgasms, it’s with unfettered abandon as her eyes spring open and pin on me. She moans, “Gage… oh, damn… I’m coming.”

She didn’t need to say it. I feel her clench around my fingers as pleasure ripples through her. She clings to my shirt as she rides the power of the orgasm, and when she’s empty, she falls forward into me.

I ease my hand out of her pants and wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “That was fucking beautiful.”

“That was transcendental,” she gasps as she tries to catch her breath.

She pushes away from me and tips her head back as her hands go to the buckle of my pants. “Let me—”

I still her hands with my own and shake my head. “It’s never tit for tat with me. Sometimes I’ll want to pleasure you just to give it to you, and I will never want anything in return. I’m sure there will come a day when you’ll do the same for me.”

“But not tonight,” she guesses, and she sounds downright put out.

I smile and lean down to kiss her. “Jenna… I adore you. I care for you. I admire you.”

She makes a frustrated noise.

“I also want to fuck you very much.” She gasps at my crude words, eyes flashing hot. “Hard and for long hours, and I will. We will.”

“When?” she asks in a quavering voice.

“I’m not going to plan it out. When it happens, it happens.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m seriously frustrated right now.”

“How can you be frustrated when I saw and felt you break apart in front of me?” I tease before giving her a swift kiss.

“Ugh,” she grouses, gripping onto my shirt and giving me a little shake. “You’re an awful man.”

“No, I’m not,” I reply, taking her hands and pulling them to my mouth. I kiss one set of knuckles, then the other. “And you adore me too.”

“Do not,” she mutters.

I move her to the side and step around her, opening the door. “Yes, you do,” I say with a grin.

Jenna crosses her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow. “I get it now. You’re the alpha. You need to be in charge.”

“Maybe,” I reply with a shrug. But really, I want to take my time, draw this out, and savor every fucking moment.

She shakes her head and smirks. “You’re annoying.”

“And you love it.” I step backward into the hall.

“I do,” she says simply and turns her back on me before I close the door. I’m laughing as I walk back to the elevator.

CHAPTER 16

Gage

My sister, Marianne, isn’t the closest to me in age, but she’s the closest to me of all my siblings. I think it’s because she’s a teacher, like our mom, and I’m incredibly close to our mom. She’s got the complete package of kindness, humor, and such a flexibility to roll with the punches. Not to say that my other siblings are uptight, because they’re all easygoing. It’s just that we all have those we’re closest to, and for me, it’s always been Marianne. Her husband, Daniel, is like a brother to me. He and Marianne have been together since college, and he’s fit into our family seamlessly.

We’re currently in my kitchen, putting the final touches on dinner. Or rather, Marianne is finishing up the salad while Daniel and I sit with our beers at the kitchen island giving unsolicited advice on how to chop vegetables. Jenna will be here in about half an hour, and I keep looking at my watch. I’m so excited about her meeting my family and spending a nice night together.

The past ten days since coming back from Arizona have been super busy, and I haven’t been able to see Jenna as much as I’d like. Among the perils of professional athletics are the inconsistent schedules, since we travel nearly every week to ten days, depending on away games. It’s difficult to be involved with a professional athlete as we’re gone fifty percent of our life during the season.