Guarding Forever

“Holy shit. You got that girl all worked up.”

“Sorry. Shit. Damn it. See what you do to me, Hope?” He pulled her out of her chair and pressed his lips to hers.

“DA Gibson?” a man called out from the table behind them.

Gage turned and recognized a judge he’d rarely agreed with. He didn’t have proof, but he thought the judge had been on the take. “Oh, hello, Judge Rivera. It’s been a long time.”

“Same here. I hear you retired to become a cowboy—now I see why.” His lecherous gaze roamed over Hope, pissing Gage off.

Trying to not ruin their night, he held back the threat to the judge. “Sir, this is my wife, Hope. Hope, this is Oscar Rivera, one of the circuit judges in Austin.”

“It’s a pleasure.” She reached to shake his hand, but Gage stopped it. He didn’t want that dirty bastard anywhere near his wife.

“So pretty. I can’t believe you’d ever get married.”

Gage bristled at the comment. He took Hope’s hand in his and kissed the back of it. “The right woman can make a man do anything. Have a good night.” He couldn’t hold in the anger for another minute. Every word had been an insult to him and his wife.

As they left the restaurant, Gage apologized to Hope. “I’m sorry that he said that.”

She stopped them and said, “Don’t apologize for him. I’m not jealous of the past. You’ve already told me that it had been a long time. You’re mine now.”

“Good. As long as you know that you’re all I ever think about. I didn’t know what love was until I met you.” Gage hadn’t been with anyone when he was a lawyer, but that hadn’t stopped the women from trying. After all, he was tall, handsome, and powerful.

“I know. Don’t let anyone sour our mood, cowboy. I want that big dick, and you’ve worked me up so much that I wanted to show him why you married me.”

“Fucking hell. I don’t think we’re going to make it out of the parking garage if you keep that shit going.”

“Okay, DA Gibson, I’ll behave.” Gage did a cursory search of the vehicle, but it was just to ease his mind. The security team had already given him the all clear just after they left the restaurant.

The drive back to the ranch seemed to take forever as they both squirmed with lustful need. The second they came through the door, they were met by Gage’s mother. “There’s our little man. We missed you.”

“Sorry, he wasn’t ready to go down for the night.” It was well past midnight, but maybe the baby knew that they weren’t home.

“That’s fine. I missed my little guy.” From the look on Gage’s face, everyone knew that wasn’t what he had in mind. He scooped up his son and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for watching him.” Hope hugged her mother-in-law.

“Anytime. He’s my sweet little boy. Grandma loves him. Bill, walk me to my car so we can leave them alone.” She winked and kissed Gage’s cheek and then hugged Hope one more time. She knew where Gage hoped the night would lead, so she hurried out of there. “Goodnight, chubbers. Grandma loves you.” She squeezed his chunky hand and kissed his cheeks.

For the next half an hour, Gage and Hope played with Johnathan until he fell asleep.

“In our bedroom, now,” Gage said in a growly whisper. His cock straining against his zipper for the past several hours had finally reached his breaking point. She giggled while power-walking to their room. She didn’t wait for him to shut the door before tossing her dress over her head. She’d been as equally horny and needed to have Gage between her legs any way he pleased as long as she came for him. Knowing Gage, it would be more than once.

Having slipped off her dress, Hope stood there in a pair of lacy white panties and bra. Her small baby bump added to the territorial caveman that Gage became with her. He took pride in knowing she carried his baby, and that turned him on beyond belief. He tugged his white T-shirt over his head while Hope gazed in adoration at his perfectly sculpted body.

“My cowboy,” she purred, running her hands over his abs and up his chest. Taking her hands off of him, he gripped her wrists with one strong hand of his. Swiftly he lowered her down back onto the bed, kissing the tops of her breasts and working up to her mouth.

She dropped her head back, giving Gage more of her neck to taste. His strong hand cupped the base of her skull as he skimmed his lips over her heated flesh. “Ah,” she moaned, sliding her hands over his broad shoulders as they flexed with sexual tension.

“Gage,” she whimpered as a call for more, rolling her hips and grazing his cock through his jeans.