Authors: Kris Norris
Gage chuckled, tightening his arms around her. “I love sleeping inside you too,” he said. “I love coming inside you even more. How about I show you just how much?”
She moaned, feeling him start to move. It wasn’t hurried or frantic, the need to orgasm no longer paramount. He just eased his erection back and forth, gently stirring the embers growing inside her.
“I love how we fit together.
Like you were made especially for me.”
“I was,” she said, staring down at him as she rested her weight on his chest. There was something delicious about lying on top of him, but having him move within her. It made her feel powerful. “I could stay like this forever,” she breathed.
“An appealing thought,” he agreed, increasing the rhythm. “But I doubt you’d survive long with no meat on your bones.”
“I could live on your taste alone, baby.”
Gage growled at her words, no doubt remembering how he’d come in her mouth, and instantly, the raging fire was back in his eyes. Brooklyn smiled at the outward declaration of his intentions and tightened her grip on his shoulders, knowing the ride was about to get rough. He gave her two more slow strokes before grabbing her hips. He raised his pelvis, aligning his cock for deeper penetration before thrusting into her, pushing so deep he brushed the end of her channel.
His name erupted as a hiss of pleasure, the feeling too exquisite to put into words. She tilted her hips, taking him deep with each stroke, crying out at the pressure building inside her. She could feel it moving through her stomach,
then
warming her groin in a wave of heat. She was going to come.
But she wanted him to go over first.
“Come for me.”
“Once you go over, darling,” he managed to groan between clenched teeth.
“Come for me now. I promise I’ll join you.”
Gage met her wanton stare, held it,
then
nodded in defeat. He threw his head back, a loud wail vibrating the air as he filled her one last time and let go, flooding her channel with thick, hot sperm.
Brooklyn
felt his crown swell against her inner walls and released the fragile hold she had on her body. Her cry joined his as the sun peaked above the horizon, filling the room with a soft yellow light. The candle flickered and slowly faded, the last of the wax drowning the tiny pinpoint of light. Brooklyn smelt the faint aroma of artificial pine mix with the heady scent of sex as she collapsed on top of Gage, her head resting on his shoulder.
Neither knew how long they stayed joined together, their chests rising in sync, their hearts beating as one, before Gage sighed against her skin.
“You’re going to kill me,” he breathed. “You know that.”
“We’ll go together,” she replied.
He laughed. “Why is it you always have an alternate solution?”
“Because if I didn’t, you’d get your way far too often.”
Gage glanced out the window. “You know Sam said he’d be here at sunrise. If we stay like this, he’ll get an eyeful when he walks in.”
“He got an eyeful before, if I remember correctly.”
Gage smiled a sinful grin. “Don’t worry, I trumped him when I walked in on him and Sue at the motel that night you left. She was wearing his handcuffs.”
“Lucky girl.”
Gage stared at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Seems you’ve got a few more fantasies you want me to bring to life. If I were you, I’d come to bed prepared for anything.”
“I’ll take that as a promise,” she remarked, gently rolling off him. She sighed the moment his cock slipped free, already missing his connection. “Do I have time for a shower?”
He sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the edge. “You’ve got time, but have you got hot water?”
“There should be enough for a quick one.” She stood up, and walked straight to the stairs, not bothering to grab any clothes. “Care to join me?”
“I don’t think I can go again so soon. It’s been a long night.”
She looked back at him over her shoulder. “It’s only a shower.”
“I’ll give you running start,” he said, stalking towards her.
Brooklyn
screamed and ran down the stairs, Gage hot on her heels.
Gage creaked down the stairs, his hair still dripping down his back. His chest was bare, with only his jeans clinging to his body. Brooklyn was wearing his shirt until Sam arrived with the clothes he’d bought for her. But he almost preferred it this way. It made him feel connected to her. As if he was still touching her somehow. He smiled at the images that lingered in his mind as he made his way to the kitchen. A quick breakfast and then a full scale bug out to the airport. Brooklyn had insisted on cleaning up the loft before she left, and leaving a note for the
Boyds
with some cash to cover the items she’d used. Brooklyn wasn’t one to take charity, or even help, despite the circumstances. While that sometimes got on his nerves, he respected her strong sense of pride.
He turned left through the doorway, keeping clear of the clothesline, and started rummaging through the cupboards. There wasn’t much in the way of breakfast items, but he managed to find some instant oatmeal and a jar of canned peaches. He groaned at the sight of the sweet juice surrounding the fruit, thinking of Brooklyn’s thick cream. He’d eaten more than his share of her, but couldn’t wait to indulge again.
“Focus, man.
Focus.”
He spoke the words firmly, injecting enough authority in them to shake some sense back in his head. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand before he found himself upstairs in the bedroom, Brooklyn plastered against the wall as he filled her with his, once again, erect penis. Damn, didn’t the thing ever rest? He’d come five times since he’d arrived last night, and yet, he knew he could love her again.
He sighed, placing a pot of water on the stove when a loud crack echoed through the room. Gage felt his body jerk forward, then back before swaying off to the side. His head bounced off the corner of the marble countertop, as he crumpled to the floor. Black dots filled his vision a moment before the world spun and faded, thrusting him into the darkness.
“Gage, baby, I don’t smell anything cooking yet,” Brook teased as she rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. A pot sat on the stove, spitting boiling water into the air.
“Gage?”
She stepped past the table and screamed.
She rushed over to his limp body, dropping to her knees at his side. His head was sliced open, the wound dripping blood onto the floor. She touched his neck, searching for a pulse when the jolt hit her body. A soundless scream rushed from her chest as she jerked above Gage’s body before falling beside him on the floor. She heard a wicked laugh sound behind her as the needle pierced her skin. Coloured streaks replaced the washed out silhouette of the kitchen, until nothing remained but darkness.
* * * *
Gage groaned and rolled onto his back, his eyes squeezed shut. He could hear his name floating around inside his head, but the sound was so distant, he couldn’t make sense of its location.
“Gage!”
Damn, there it was again. That voice. He yelled back, hearing the sounds in his head, but unsure whether the words formed on his lips.
“Easy buddy.
Don’t try to move. Just see if you can open your eyes.”
Gage pried his lids apart, squinting at the jumbled images flip-flopping across his vision. It reminded him of how laundry looked tumbling in the dryer, only less solid. He groaned and closed his eyes, sinking back in to the darkness, when a firm hand shook his shoulder.
“Open your eyes. We need to find Brooklyn.”
Brooklyn
.
The name bounced around a few times before his mind cleared and fear staked through his heart. Gage blinked, ignoring the sudden shifting in his stomach and forced his eyes to focus. Sam was kneeling beside him, his complexion pale, his jaw clenched tight. Gage could see the panic lurking behind Sam’s guarded smile, his friend’s hands fisted so tight the skin was white. “Sam?”
Sam grabbed his arm when he tried to push up onto his elbows, and stopped him from falling back on the floor. “I’d move slowly, if I were you, buddy. You’ve got a welt on your neck worthy of its own zip code. ”
Gage moaned his reply, his tongue still too thick to work around the thoughts in his head. He leaned against Sam’s shoulder, praying the man wouldn’t move away before his equilibrium returned. The fuzziness began lifting, but he couldn’t seem to remember what had happened. “What…” He stopped and looked at Sam, hoping he could read the rest of what he was thinking.
“Looks like someone hit you from behind while you were standing at the stove.” Sam waved his hand at Gage’s head. “Then you clipped the counter on the way down. You’ve got quite a slice on your forehead.”
“What?” It took three tries, but Gage finally swiped his fingers across his temple, wincing at the sticky patch on his left side. He brought his fingers back, an exasperated sigh washing out with his breath as he stared at the smear of blood. “Damn.” He looked up at Sam, still sifting through the scrambled images when his mind locked onto a single thought.
“Brooklyn!”
Sam grabbed him by the shoulders, stopping him from stumbling to his feet. “Easy.”
Gage brushed off Sam’s hand and levered himself up. “She was cleaning up the loft. I’ve got to check on her—” He stopped when Sam shook his head. “What?”
“She’s gone. I cleared the house before I tried to wake you up. There’s no sign of her.”
Gage felt the room dip and weave, and had to grab the counter to stop from falling back down on the floor. A crippling fear swarmed over him, and for the first time in his life, he felt completely lost.
“One of the back windows was still open, and there were fresh tracks leading off towards the woods. I’m guessing Drake came in that way, knocked you out, and took Brooklyn. He probably had a car stashed somewhere.”
Gage nodded, still not able to talk around the large lump in his throat.
Sam forced a thin smile. “He can’t be far away. We still have a chance.”
“A chance?”
Gage’s head pounded with each syllable, but he was too angry to stop the sudden flow of words. “How can we hope to find Brooklyn when we haven’t got a clue where the fucker took her?” He pushed his fingers through his hair, hoping the pressure against his skull would ease some of the throbbing. He felt so damn helpless it bored a hole through his heart. “I never should’ve let her stay here last night. I should’ve hauled her ass off to the motel the moment I walked through the door instead of being selfish.” He looked down at his hands, not surprised to see they were trembling. “I fucked up. And Brooklyn’s paying the price.”
“It’s not…” Sam’s voice mixed with a loud ringing noise, stopping him in mid-sentence. He whispered a curse and pulled out his phone, glancing at the name on the screen. The colour drained from Sam’s face as he looked up at Gage. “Where’s your cell phone?”
Gage drew his eyebrows together in question as another ring vibrated the air.
“Upstairs on the night table.
Why?”
“Because it’s calling me.”
“But how…” Gage growled as Sam flipped
open
the lid, his teeth bared in disgust.
“What the hell have you done with her?” barked Sam, not bothering to hide his anger.
Gage hissed and reached for the phone when Sam stilled, flashing him puzzled look.
“Hello?”
“Sam?”
“Brooklyn?
Oh God, is that you?” Sam twisted the phone so Gage could listen in. “Brooklyn?” he whispered again. “Can you talk?”
“Sam.” Her voice was quiet and thick, and Gage knew she’d been crying.
“Brook,” Sam began. “If you can’t talk, just tap the phone, or sigh, or something.”
“I can talk…I think…But not for long. He might hear me.”
“Where are you?” asked Sam, wincing as she sobbed again. “Brooklyn…”
“I don’t know,” she cried. “I’m in the trunk of his car. I just woke up. I think he drugged me. I’m not sure. I don’t remember everything.” Her voice broke off and Gage heard Sam bite back a growl.
“It’s okay. Just try to stay calm. Everything’s going to be fine,” soothed Sam.
“But Gage! He was lying on the floor…I saw blood—”
“Gage is okay. He’s right here listening. If you just calm down I’ll put him on.”
Gage grabbed the phone and cupped it to his ear. He could hear Brooklyn’s staggered breaths and wanted to crawl through the phone and hold her.
“Brooklyn?”
She cried at the sound of his voice, making the lump in his throat even larger. He fought back tears and gripped the phone harder.
“Easy, darling.
I’m right here. It’s going to be okay. Just talk to me. Are you okay?”
“I thought he’d killed you,” she sobbed, her voice little more than a whisper.
“I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She’d
paused
just enough to tell him she was anything, but okay.