Gage (Men of Honor 1)

But they wanted me to give him up. They thought he was too much man for me, their skittish little girl who knew nothing about the world and would never in a million years be able to please a man like him for the duration. According to them it wouldn’t last. I’d just end up squandering my precious virginity and in the end he’d just walk away leaving me broken and alone.

I don’t know how I found the nerve to tell him the truth that night over dinner, but I’ve never regretted it. That was the last night I slept under their roof. Gage had driven me home to his mother and the next thing I knew I was living in her house and we were planning a wedding.

It had all happened so fast I didn’t have time to think of anything but the fact that he was going to be mine. His mom had found aunt Emma, Lisa and Tracy through me mentioning them and had brought them into the fold so to speak and between the four of them, along with Gage I’d ended up having the wedding of my dreams, all without my parents there with their disapproving looks and snide putdowns.

It’s been a year and I still can’t quite believe that it’s real, that this amazing man could actually feel the same way about me as I do him. No matter how often he tells me, or how much he spoils me, there are days when I still think it’s a dream and I’m going to wake up and be very disappointed.

The first time we had sex on our wedding night which was two and a half months after we met, I became a different person. I’d heard of sex before of course, but I was raised in a home with two very asexual beings who never spoke of the topic except to warn me off of it.

I was made to believe that sex was dirty and soiling, something only to be done as a very last resort to fulfill a physical need I guess other than when it’s done for the purpose of procreation. It’s a wonder I was even conceived, or so aunt Emma likes to joke. Anyhow, that first night I think I found my calling in life. I was here to please him; it was my only purpose in life.

It wasn’t just the way he made me feel as he moved in and out of my body after the amazing things he’d done to me with his mouth to get my body ready to take him, it was also the sounds he made, the look of wonder and awe on his face as we moved together.

I’d spent the first couple times that we came together that night just looking at him in amazement. I’d never felt anything like what he made me feel that night and every night since. I’m not sure that it’s exactly proper for someone with my upbringing to be this fascinated with sex and I’m sure my mom would turn her nose up and scold me for being crass if she knew.

But the fact that I could draw those sounds out of him, that I could make him climax with a loud roar each and every time, or the way he holds me at the end like he’d never let me go, has become just about the most important thing to me. I don’t care what anyone else thinks when I’m lost in his arms like that.

Things had been going well, we spent every free moment together only being apart when he left for the office. We could spend hours together both lost in our own thing. Sometimes he’d read the paper on one end of the couch while I sat reading a novel or playing a game on my tablet that he’d bought me at the other with my feet in his lap.

That’s another thing, whenever we were together he had to be touching me in some way. If he was distracted or forgot I’d pout and he’d notice. And once I told him why I was upset he’d grin and pull me to him and all will once again be right with my world.

I didn’t see it as being needy because he never made me feel that way, and he seemed to like it even. We never sleep apart, I’m always cuddled up next to him and even if one of us turn away from the other during the night, we always gravitate to each other before morning light.

Our bond was growing stronger by the day until Donna came into the picture. I wasn’t worried about her at first, she was just someone associated with his work, but that was before I met her and saw how beautiful she is. And once I caught on to her subtle hints that in essence said she wanted my husband my fears and doubts set in.