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  I drank her, savored her, my tongue lapping up and down, only stopping so I could suckle her clit. The harder I pulled, the louder she yelled in pleasure. She finally had to cover her mouth with one hand. With her other hand, she grabbed the side of the couch and started to push, wanting me closer and tighter to her body.

  I stayed right there, easing my hands around to her ass, holding her up, giving her my tongue, my mouth, giving her the orgasm I had been waiting years to finally give her. The one she so rightfully had earned and deserved from me.

  When her body let go for good, I held her, gently easing her to the couch.

  I reached up and grabbed her bra and top, pulling it down the best I could. Willow reached with shaking hands to fix herself. I inched away from her and found her jeans and panties. I put them next to the couch. I stood up and looked down at the beautiful sight before my eyes.

  “Let me help you to bed,” I whispered.

  Willow swatted me away and shook her head. “No. Grammie’s room is unlocked. I can’t go far. I’ll sleep here. With you.”

  I took the blanket off the back of the couch and put it over Willow’s body. She turned her head, sighing, groaning, her eyes shutting.

  I never did this shit before.

  Going down on a woman and then getting nada in return. That was unheard of for me. If anything I was the one getting sucked off and then tossing some chick from my room.

  I stepped forward and crouched down. I touched her hair, moving it out of her face. Something started to go through me. It scared the shit out of me. All those memories racing like a wildfire.

  “Sleep tight, babe,” I whispered. I kissed her forehead. “If you need anything else, give me a call.”

  Willow then muttered one word to me. “Stay.”

  I sat down in the chair and looked at Willow. She had her hand out and every few seconds she would wiggle her fingers, wanting to know I was still there. If she wanted me to stay then I was going to stay. I leaned forward and took her hand. She fucking smiled and was then out again.

  I made sure she was finally asleep before I stood up from the chair. I walked to the back door I had carried her through. I shut the door and locked it. There was a sudden domesticated feeling surging through me. That’s what the town of Bishop did to people. It trapped them. It held them tight and wouldn’t let go. I had been so damn proud of Willow for getting out.

  As I glanced over my shoulder to the person on the couch, I shook my head.

  She was back.

  There was nothing else for me to do except ride out the night there. Which I did.

  I turned off all the lights and got back into the chair. I sat there, eyes wide open, letting it all play through my mind. Memories to present day. Eventually I fell asleep. I wasn’t sure what time it was though.

  And I would stay asleep until the smell of coffee and a kiss on my cheek woke me up.

  chapter eighteen

  (willow)

  *NOW*

  I woke up and felt like shit.

  Better yet, I was naked from the waist down.

  I fought off the regret of the scotch and made a pot of coffee. I tried to make obvious noise, hoping Gage would wake up. I checked on Grammie and she was still out cold. The worst part of my morning was standing and waiting to see her stomach lift and lower, knowing she was alive.

  I poured a cup of coffee for myself and tried to take a sip.

  Nope. Not yet.

  I put it on the counter and walked back to the living room. I thought about what Gage had done to me - for me - last night. It was embarrassing how long it had been since a man made me come like that. Yeah, sure, it didn’t fix anything wrong with the world but it was a nice distraction. And it was kind of nice to have someone there in the morning. It took away that intense feeling of being alone.

  I felt somehow comforted by Gage’s presence, which was unreal with him. Normally he caused me more stress and eventually I’d end up hurt because of him. The only thing Gage hurt last night was the chance of any other guy pleasuring me the right way. With a tongue like that…

  I felt my stomach do a backflip and I groaned.

  I shook the chair and Gage moved but didn’t wake up. I bent over and put my lips near his ear. God, he smelled so good. All rough and tough, sweat, grease, and yet something like deodorant or cologne. That manly smell.

  “Wake up, Gage,” I said.

  There was nothing.

  He was out cold.

  I had no clue what time he went to sleep last night. It was really early in the morning for an outlaw who was used to going to sleep when the sun came up.

  I couldn't believe what I did next but I started to kiss Gage’s cheek. I figured something had to work. From there I was going to start pouring booze on his face - or just hot coffee.

  I kissed Gage twice and then he woke up.

  He turned his head, our noses slightly touching.

  There was a lingering moment for a few seconds and then we kissed.

  Oh shit…

  It was such a good kiss too. This wild kiss that went from zero to sixty in two seconds. Gage’s hands shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling me to the chair. He wanted me on him and when my body touched him, I felt…

  He was hard. Throbbing hard, pressing against the inside of his jeans.

  We kept kissing. His hands touched my shirt, going up and moving over my breasts. The second he touched me like that I had to have him again.

  I broke the kiss. My lips were tingling. “We can’t here. Like this. Right now.”

  “Tell me what you want, babe.”

  I blurted out the first word that came to mind. “Shower…”

  For the second time in twenty four hours Gage stripped me of my panties. He then lifted me up and sat me on the bathroom sink. The water was running, the steam already rolling out of the top of it. I finally got my chance to rip Gage’s shirt off. The second I saw his body in the flesh, I almost lost my mind. I had seen Gage without a shirt on before, but that’s when he was barely a man. Now he was built like a machine. His huge round shoulders gave way to his wide and defined chest. My hands ran down, following every cut of muscle all the way to his jeans. I pulled at him but Gage tore my hands away.

  He demanded my shirt and bra off.

  I was fully naked in the bathroom, knowing time was working against us.

  Gage buried his face into my neck and kissed down to my breasts. His hands grabbed my sides, squeezing at my ribs with the threatening strength that he could crush me in a second. And it turned me on even more.

  I dug my hands into his hair and let out a groan. “Gage… we don’t have much time…”

  Gage kissed down even more, grabbing my legs, opening them. Next thing I knew he was on his knees before me, putting my feet to his hard shoulders. His mouth came between my legs and he picked up where he left off last night. His tongue was aggressive, forcing my hips to thrust at him.

  I wanted him to stay there all day. Fuck, I wanted that so bad.

  But I had to slip my feet to his chest and push him away.

  “Gage,” I said in a breathless voice. “We don’t have time…”

  Gage looked at me like a hungry animal. He rose up and reached back for the shower. He ripped open the curtain and pointed.

  “Go. Now.”

  “Are you coming?”

  He grinned. “I will soon enough.”

  Holy shit.

  I felt like I was going to drop into a puddle of mush. My body shook as I jumped off the sink and walked to the shower. As I did so, Gage opened his jeans and hurried to shove them down. When his dick popped free, I had to do a double take. He was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Built like a rock and his cock was thick and pointing right at me.

  Gage stepped into the shower after me, his hands grabbing my waist, putting me right against the shower tile. I was face first, letting out a whimper, no idea what was about to happen. I
felt his cock touch my back, the bottom of his shaft resting against me, feeling like he was going to climb up the length of my back.

  His hands slid around, one going down, one going up.

  “I’ve fucking waited for this moment for years, babe,” Gage said. “For fucking years.”

  “Me too,” I admitted, knowing that somewhere inside me the urge for Gage had been there for a long time.

  Gage spun me around and grabbed the back of my right leg. His hand grabbed the thick root of his cock and he put himself against me. The head of his cock started to penetrate me, taking me to my toes. I let out a deep growl as he thrust some more, inching more into me. I felt him opening me, tearing me, pleasuring me.

  Gage then placed both hands to my ass and held tight. He fucked forward, giving me everything he had to offer. My mouth opened to let out a scream but Gage put his mouth to mine, stealing the scream. He then held there, letting my body clench to him, not that I had any room to really do so. I had never in my life felt so full. Never felt someone that deep.

  The quick kiss broke and Gage put his forehead down to mine. Our eyes were locked.

  Gage started to pull back. I grabbed at his sides, my nails scratching at him. With each inch he pulled from me I felt a gush of wetness.

  He thrust back inside me.

  I groaned. “Fuck, Gage…”

  “That’s right, babe,” he said. “That’s what I’m doing. Just what you fucking needed.”

  Gage started to really fuck me then. My hands scratched around to his back. I felt the muscles of his back flexing and releasing with each pump of his cock. The harder he fucked the harder I hit the wall. My lower back and ass smacked against the tile with force. I wrapped my left leg around Gage and then did a little jump move to do the same with my other leg. I was all Gage’s. My stomach curled a little as Gage inched back. He kept fucking me, leaning forward, still towering over me, staring at me with his eyes. It was like he was fucking me with his eyes and with his body at the same time.

  He started to speed up, which I thought was impossible. The water hit his body and bounced off as though it were afraid of him. The droplets that hit him quickly ran down his chiseled muscle. The steam of the shower made it hard to breathe, but so did being in the presence of Gage.

  I fucking needed this so bad.

  I shut my eyes and put my head back. I rested it against the tile. A second later I felt Gage’s tongue touch my neck. He started to kiss me almost as wild as his cock thrust in and out of me. I slapped my hands against the wall and just took it all. Again and again.

  Gage’s tongue climbed up along my throat and finally sought my mouth. As soon as we kissed, I felt myself explode into an orgasm. It came out of nowhere. I grabbed for his face and his hair, groaning into his mouth, kissing as I came. My pussy throbbed and my insides were twisted and aching in such a good way.

  Gage then put my feet back on the floor. He kept fucking me, going super slow. In and out, allowing me to feel every single inch of his amazing cock. Going as deep as he could go, his lower stomach crashing against my body and then pulling almost all the way out.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “Your pussy is amazing.”

  “So is your cock,” I said. “I need this…”

  “Any fucking time you want it,” Gage said.

  He thrust in again and let out a wild hiss. He grabbed for my right hand and put it almost between my legs.

  “Get ready,” he warned. “I’m close.”

  He fucked me for another minute as I stared down, watching his cock do its beautiful job. He then bucked his hips at me, growling, and quickly pulled out of my body. He slapped his thick cock to my lower belly as the first spurt of cum shot of his dick. It shot up and hit just under my breasts.

  I grabbed his shaft and started to jerk him, watching the creamy white release shoot up and collapse down to my hand. He was like a volcano, knees bent, rocking at me, spilling his warm seed all over me and the shower.

  I moved up and down his shaft fast but gradually slowed. I ran his own semen down his shaft and then cupped down to his balls. I looked up at him as he stared down at me.

  This was all supposed to be a fucking casual thing. I called him to fuck me. That’s what he was offering. Yet that look we shared told me so much more. So much left to talk about. To do.

  My fingers eased back up his cock. I gripped around the head of his cock and jerked, getting the last of the cum out of him.

  He moved down at me like he was going to kiss me.

  Our lips were an inch apart.

  That’s when the bathroom door opened.

  chapter nineteen

  (gage)

  *NOW*

  I started to smile as Willow’s face dropped. She pushed at my chest. “Move. Holy shit. It’s Grammie.”

  There was something cute about Willow saying Grammie while I stood there naked and her hand was covered in my jizz. She quickly washed off her hands and then turned off the water. She jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and then pulled at the curtain to keep me hidden.

  “Grammie, I’m in here.”

  “Willow?”

  “You aren’t supposed to be on the stairs.”

  “I’m fine. I heard voices.”

  “Voices?”

  “There’s a man in this house again. He’s here. He’s going to steal my jewelry.”

  “Let me come help you.”

  “I’m going to call the police,” a feeble voice said from outside the door.

  I had to take action.

  I got out of the shower and Willow looked at me, eyes wide.

  I put my finger to my lips - shh - and then waved my hands to try and calm her. I mouthed keep talking while I grabbed her clothes from the floor.

  “Grammie, there’s nothing wrong with the house.”

  “Someone is in here! I know it!”

  I hurried to get Willow dressed as fast as I could. It was a fucking sight and a half to see though. Hard not to look at her beautiful naked body. The shape of her legs. The natural curve of her hips. Her slick pussy, still damn near dripping from her cum and mine.

  “Grammie,” Willow yelled. “You have to listen…”

  “Dammit!” I shouted.

  Willow’s face turned red.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered to me.

  I tore open under the bathroom sink and looked at the pipes. I hurried and grabbed my boxers, jeans, and shirt.

  “Go out there now,” I whispered to Willow. “Don’t let her hurt herself. Okay?”

  “What the…”

  “Now!” I growled.

  Willow slipped out of the bathroom. “Grammie, I’m right here.”

  “I heard a voice!” the old woman yelled.

  Ah, dammit, the last thing I needed on my conscience was causing an old lady with Alzheimer’s to go off the deep end even more than she already was.

  I scrambled to get dressed and then tore out a J pipe from under the bathroom sink. I grabbed a towel to catch the water that spilled.

  I heard Willow and her grandmother still talking when I opened the bathroom.

  I stepped around and saw the look on her grandmother’s face.

  “I found the leak,” I said.

  “Grammie,” Willow said. “This…”

  “Who are you?” Grammie asked me.

  “Fixing the sink,” I said. I held up the pipe.

  “You were here last night,” she said.

  “Grammie,” Willow said. “He’s…”

  “I found the problem, ma’am,” I said. “This is not working properly.”

  Because it’s not fucking attached.

  “What?” Grammie asked.

  “I’ll get it working in a few,” I said. “I’m sorry for my language in there. Thought this thing was going to explode on me. But I got it off with no problem. I’ll get it back on too.”

  “See?” Willow asked. “E
verything is okay. Let’s get back downstairs.”

  “Why is your hair all wet, Willow?” Grammie asked.

  I turned to smile and walked back into the bathroom.

  They shuffled their way down the stairs and I dropped to my knees to put the damn pipe back together.

  What the fuck was I doing?

  This shit was not me.

  I didn’t care about anything. I didn’t even care about myself.

  I finished up and walked downstairs and snuck my way outside.

  When I got to my motorcycle, I felt something touch me.

  It was Willow.

  “Hey,” I said to her.

  “Holy crap,” she said. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

  “I tried my best there, babe,” I said.

  “You did amazing, Gage. Just… everything…”

  I saw the way her cheeks turned red again.

  “Anytime,” I said. “I’m not lying.”

  “Maybe next time we can talk,” Willow said.

  “What fun is that?”

  I grinned.

  She touched my shoulder and tried to pull away. The smart decision would have been to let her slip away and really think about what just happened.

  But that didn’t happen.

  I grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.

  Our lips locked tight and that was it for me.

  I had been stabbed… shot… beaten up by five guys at once.

  But kissing Willow… that was more deadly.

  chapter twenty

  (willow)

  *THEN*

  “This is good to do,” Grammie said.

  I was freaked out. I hated cemeteries. I hated standing there. I hated the headstones. I hated that stupid Gage told me about zombies. They were people that were dead but came back to life. And he showed me a movie where the bodies came from the cemetery. He made me come over to his house and watch it. I thought he was going to maybe kiss me or something but instead he just scared me half to death. So I slapped him in the face and got out of his house.