Hard Ride (Men of Valor MC)

“If you’re gonna dance, you’ll dance for me in my room, naked.” Gage’s voice takes on that husky timbre I love so much, making my knees weak. He must know what I’m thinking and feeling because I’m up and over his shoulder, his hand palming my ass while he marches to his room that he keeps here in the clubhouse, though it rarely gets used anymore. But since he’s a member, he gets to keep it, and tonight, I’m thankful for it. I have four beers in me, he’s been sipping whiskey, and I know what he’s about to be in for the moment that door closes.

“Go get ‘em, girl!” I hear Stella yell out loud, along with whistles and catcalls. God, I love our crazy life and even crazier family.

“Hurry.” I lift Gage’s shirt, my lips finding the skin on his bare back, those firm muscles giving way to those indentions on his lower back. Every time he’s shirtless and his back facing me, I have to refrain from attacking him.

“Nova,” he warns, but I continue licking and sucking on his skin.

“You’re in for it now, baby.” He walks through the door, kicking it shut with his foot before he lowers me, but I’m not ready for him to fuck me yet.

“Wait a minute.” I dig my phone out of my back pocket, set up some music on his speaker he keeps in here, and push Gage on the bed. “You wanted a dance, right?”

“Fuck yeah.” He takes his cut off, moving it to the chair beside the bed. His shirt is next, and that’s when I make my move, stepping out of my shoes, not wanting them to get in the way later.

Once that’s done, I go in for the kill. The rock music is thumping through his room, and I tell Gage while I’m dancing, slowly shimmying out of my shorts, wearing a pair of lace panties I know will be destroyed soon, “I have a question.” My body still moves but stays out of his reach.

“What’s that, baby?” Gage’s hand moves to his cock, palming it.

“I want to try for a boy. Think we can start on that? I threw away my birth control pills this time around.” Last time, he did it, and it’s time I return the favor.

“You don’t even have to ask.” He’s off the bed, my legs wrap around his waist, and my back meets the bed.

“I take it that’s a yes?” I joke, but lift my upper body off the mattress to whisk my shirt over my head. My breasts bounce free, and I see the hunger in Gage’s eyes.

“That’s a fuck yes. Unbuckle my pants, Nova.” I do as he says, reaching between us, praising God that he ditched his boxers tonight. “It seems we both made sure we left something at home tonight,” I rasp against his throat before sucking on it.

“You’re about to lose more.” Gage wrenches my panties until the tearing of fabric is heard in the room. He moves so his pants are lowered, and then his lips seek mine, mumbling, “Guide me home, baby.” He’s right. This is where we’re at home—him inside me, our eyes glued to each other’s, both of us saying I love you without actually voicing the words. Gage slides in to the hilt, giving me everything, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around him neck as he takes what we both desperately need.

“Gage,” I murmur against his lips. His tongue laps at my lips until he gives me what I want, his tongue entwined with mine, both of us tasting each other, our bodies sliding against one another, lost in the moment, and that’s probably why my orgasm sneaks up on me, pulling me into the greatest feeling ever as Gage’s cum paints the inside of me with his release.

“Fuck, I love you, Nova.” His body is covering mine, giving me his weight where I find comfort in his presence.

“I love you, Gage, and maybe this time, you gave us a boy,” I joke.

“Don’t give two shits if we have another girl. You know I’m all talk, baby.”

“Oh, I know, but still, a little boy would be fun to have in the house. Who do you think would run the show? Dalia or a little boy?” I ask.

“Shit, between you and Dalia, no one has a fighting chance. You ready for bed, Nova?” A yawn takes over.

“Yeah, but maybe just a nap?” My mind is already conjuring up ideas on how to wake him up in the middle of the night.

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” I watch as Gage takes off the rest of his clothes before we slide into bed together, my head meeting his chest.

“You’re gonna wake me up, aren’t you?”

“Probably. Getting tired in your old age?” I toss at him.