Temporary

I won’t bore you with the details — I won — but I will tell you, the dress down the judge gave Landon for filing a bullshit lawsuit was worth the anguish I’d suffered after being served.

Landon scuttled from the courtroom faster than I’d ever seen the man move and my attorney flashed me a brief but bright smile. “If only all my cases were this cut and dry. Pleasure working with you, dear.”

“Thank you for your help. I was really scared that I might lose my cat,” I said.

“Sometimes the justice system works for the good guy.” Ms. Simmons winked and started to leave but I stopped her with a brief touch on her arm. “Yes?” she asked.

“Can you help me get a hold of Gage?” I asked, trying not to sound desperate but even to my own ears I sounded pathetic. “I need to talk to him.”

Understanding reached her brown eyes but she shook her head. “Client confidentiality, sweetie.” At my obvious disappointment, she added, “He must think highly of you to take care of this nuisance…he’s very private, as you can imagine.”

I nodded, oddly the statement hurt more than if she’d said Gage regularly picked up some random soul’s legal bills for shits and giggles. If he thought so highly of me…why was he avoiding me like the plague?

“Of course,” I murmured. All I could think to add was, “Tell him thank you for me” because what else could I say? If he wanted to see me, he knew where to find me and since he hadn’t shown his mug around my place…the answer was pretty obvious.

Ugh. Rejection sucked.

Ms. Simmons smiled, saying, “I will” and then the crisply dressed woman click-clacked out of the courtroom at a sharp pace, leaving me behind.

I returned home later that night, fully prepared to drown my sorrows in Kung Pao chicken, when there was a knock at my door.

At this point, I was starting to associate the door knock with more deliveries I didn’t order and I didn’t know whether to be frustrated by Gage’s penchant for sending me cool shit or simply appreciative of the oddly thoughtful gifts.

I opened the door and I immediately wish I’d made a different wardrobe choice.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, even though my heart was hammering on my chest bone hard enough to hurt. God, I probably looked homeless. I glanced furtively at my faded, oversized top with the spaghetti stain right and fumbled with a more appropriate greeting. “I mean…hello.”

Gage, in all his asshole glory, hot as hell, even with blood-shot eyes and looking like he hadn’t slept in a week, was standing on my stoop.

Tears immediately jumped to my eyes. Damn him.

He didn’t say hello or offer any kind of apology for his confusing behavior, just stepped over my threshold and yanked me into his arms as if he had the right.

“Goddamn you, Mari,” he growled before sealing his mouth to mine, swallowing me whole. My bones melted as I clutched desperately at him, afraid I was dreaming.

I gasped as his tongue stabbed into my open mouth, seeking to connect. I met him eagerly, my eyes closing as everything that Gage was flooded my senses. I was drowning in his scent, the feel of his skin against mine, his hard cock pressing against my pelvis.

Whiskey on his breath gave away that he was either mildly drunk or totally wasted.

I wanted to be outraged, that he would come to me only when he wanted a booty call, but I was too happy to see him to climb onto that high horse.

Within seconds our clothes were on the floor. A heartbeat later, I was on my hands and knees, my ass framed between his strong hands as he roughly planted himself inside me.

I groaned, the thick length of Gage’s cock stretching me with each inch as he pushed himself balls deep.

There was no time for foreplay, no give and take. Gage was wild with the need to claim. I could feel the urgency in his touch, the unchecked lust that rode him as hard as he was fucking me now.

And it was hellishly good. I moaned like a cat in heat, my back arched as his hips flexed, hitting that wickedly engorged spot with sniper-level accuracy. Good God, it was like Gage’s cock was made for my pleasure.

My thighs began to shake as the pressure built. Gage’s thrusts became more erratic, more out of control, and I knew we were both within seconds of cumming.

I tried to hold out, to draw out the moment, but my body was like, fuck you, I need this, and I came hard, shattering like glass.

But Gage couldn’t hold back either, shouting his release as he jetted his cream, filling me until I dripped.

We both collapsed on the floor, breathing hard. His seed dribbled from between my thighs, slick and warm.

Gage shocked me when he towered above me, his hand reaching between my thighs to rub his seed all over my mound, saying, with an edge of desperation that pulled at my heart, “You belong to me, understand? Always.”

I nodded because, damn him, it was true. Just seeing him again tore me apart and yet filled me with indescribable joy.

I knew what I should do — toss him out for playing games with my heart — but I also knew I wouldn’t.

“What are you doing here?” I asked softly, daring to caress his stubbled jaw. “I don’t understand you, Gage.”

He didn’t answer — he never fucking answered — but he did lower his head to brush a tender, almost sweet kiss across my lips. My heart broke. “Gage,” I pleaded, tossing all dignity aside. “Stay with me.”

“You deserve better than me,” Gage finally said as climbed unsteadily to his feet to try and pull his jeans on. I quickly followed, catching him before he crashed through my living room wall. “Jesus,” he groaned, scrubbing his face with his hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come…”

“You’re fucking drunk, Gage,” I said, maneuvering him to the sofa before he did something stupid. “What is going on?”

I didn’t expect an answer to my mumbled question but Gage surprised me.

“I don’t deserve happiness, Mari,” he said, the slight slur only adding to the anguish in his tone. “It was my fault. It should’ve been me.”

Confused, I asked, “What are you talking about? What was your fault?”

But Gage just shook his head, closing his eyes as his head fell back against the cushion, sprawled like a naked sex doll on my new sofa.

Great. He’d passed out.

At least, that’s what I’d thought until his eyes opened a slit and he pulled me to straddle him. Jesus Christ on a cracker, even drunk the man had fucking stamina.

I sank onto his cock and rode him slowly, drawing out the pleasure, loving the way his eyes rolled up in his head as he groaned, his big hands anchored on my hips. “That’s it, baby,” he moaned as I rocked on his cock, my breath quickening as a second orgasm threatened.

He stiffened and gasped as he pumped his load. I followed as I tumbled into a sweeter orgasm, less intense but satisfying just the same. I fell against his chest, his cock still buried inside me.

Gage’s arms circled around me as if he were afraid to let go. “The only time the world makes sense is when I’m inside you,” he admitted, drawing a shuddering breath. “What the fuck am I going to do?”

He was drunk as shit. Whatever demons were eating him, they had him by the ball

s. I knew if he were sober, he never would’ve come by.

I slowly shifted and his cock slipped from my soaked pussy. I held my hand out to him. “Come.”

Gage eyed my hand as if I were offering salvation and damnation in the same gesture.

But he accepted my hand and I helped pull him up, leading him to my bedroom.

“I shouldn’t stay…”

“You’re drunk. You need to sleep it off. We’ll talk in the morning.”

He offered no protest, which frankly surprised me. Even drunk Gage was difficult as fuck.

“Why haven’t you moved from this shithole?” he asked, stumbling into my bed. “It’s not safe. You’ve got a fucking drug dealer who lives two doors down, for Chrissakes.”

“Hey, that’s Dougie and he’s cool,” I joked. “I try not to judge.”

“Fuck, Mari…I don’t want you living here anymore.”

“Well, that’s not your choice to make,” I reminded him as I tucked him into bed. “I’m sure once you’re sober, you won’t give two shits about where I live.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he replied sourly. “You know I fucking care. That’s the fucking problem. I wasn’t supposed to care. I never care about anyone. Easier that way. Except you. Always you, Mari.”

That last part was muttered into the pillow but his admission gave away so much.

We all had scars but it seemed Gage’s went bone-deep. Whatever had broken inside him, still had jagged edges.

The question was…could I handle whatever he was hiding?

17

We slept tangled up in each other, our limbs twisted and touching as if we were both afraid to let go.

I awoke out of a deep sleep to the sensation of Gage slipping his tongue between my pussy lips, licking and sucking as if the key to life was between my thighs. I twisted with sheer pleasure, splayed out on my bed, Gage feasting like a dying man, and I died a million times over.

I keened my release so loudly I’m sure I woke the neighbors but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the moment between Gage and I.

And the moment was hot, smelled of sex, sweat, and primal need.