Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

Gage didn't come with me. Always a master of control, he held back and picked me right up off the couch. He dropped me onto it and knelt on the floor in front of the cushions. He dragged my ass to the edge and aligned his cock with my body. I lifted my legs in the air, ready to welcome him back into my body.

"Higher," Gage ordered. "Put those legs up higher, Meg. I want your feet up by your head."

My eyes widened at his instruction but I did my best to achieve what he wanted. I grasped my ankles and pulled my feet up by my ears. I wasn't nearly as limber as I used to be but I could manage this.

The second his dick plunged deep inside me, I understood why he wanted me so open to him. "Oh!”

His cock was jammed so deep inside me. His thick shaft stretched me so much I panted and dug my nails into my own flesh. His fingertips swirled over my clit, my juice coating the pink pearl and helping his fingers slide over it unimpeded. It took just a few seconds of that shockingly deep stroking and his fingers strumming my clit for me to come for the second time.

That climax punched me in the gut, knocking the air from my lungs as rapturous waves engulfed me. Gage pumped his hips and fucked me with short, forceful bursts. He hit my g-spot again and again. That shuddery, panicky sensation fluttered in my lower belly. Gage's fingers stimulated my clit faster now, forcing my second climax into a third.

I shrieked as I gushed around him. Gage growled excitedly and started to really jackhammer me. I couldn't breathe or even process thoughts as he pounded into me. I rode a never-ending wave of climax, each peak higher and better than the last. Gage groaned with appreciation as my body responded to his skillful thrusts and masterful fingers.

Limp with pleasure, I let him drag me down to the floor. He covered my body with his and kissed me until I was dizzy and trembling. He pumped into me at a slower pace now. Stroking slow and easy, he made love to me. He seemed to have assuaged his wild need to reclaim and mark me as his own.

With the gentle tenderness I had come to love, Gage rocked against me. His tongue danced with mine. I caressed his sides and sighed as he peppered kisses up and down my neck and along my shoulders. After coming so hard and so much, I couldn’t possibly come again. This was all about Gage.

He slammed deep and went rigid as his climax tore through him. He grunted my name while his hot cum filled me. In the back of mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if I missed a pill or it didn’t work. The idea of an unplanned pregnancy didn’t scare me nearly as much as it should have. It wasn’t hard to imagine Gage as a father. He would be the hands-on type, feeding and changing and bathing his baby in the most gentle and protective way.

You’re crazy. Stop thinking about things like that. You’ve been with him for a month.

But as Gage slumped toward me and claimed my mouth so lovingly, I couldn’t ignore the aching, yearning pulse inside my chest that wondered if maybe, just maybe, someday, that might be our future.

Our mouths mated sensually as we caressed and groped on the cool hardwood floor. Eventually, the wood became uncomfortable. Gage helped me to my feet and kissed my forehead. Feeling totally debauched but satisfied, I made my way upstairs to get out of my costume and into something more comfortable. When I skipped back downstairs wearing one of his t-shirts, I found Gage on the couch waiting for me. There was a glass of my favorite hibiscus iced tea waiting on a coaster. It was the little things that made him so amazing.

Gage opened his arms and motioned to the spot next to him on the couch. I snuggled up against him and he wrapped me in the soft throw from the back of the couch. He handed me my tea, and I took a long sip. "Are you working tomorrow night?"

He shook his head. "I'm on-call but I'm still technically on days off for training. Why? You want to go wrap our neighbors' houses or something?"

I laughed at that mischief smile of his. "Wouldn’t that be hilarious?"

"And vandalism," he remarked. "Considering some of the uptight assholes in this neighborhood, I wouldn't want to risk it."

I pouted dramatically. "You're no fun."

"That's what happens when you get old and have a mortgage and need your health insurance benefits." He picked up the remote control. "Scary movie or something else?"

I wrinkled my nose. "I don't like scary films. Find something else."

"Action it is." He flicked to the premium channels and found a movie that was about to start. I wasn't a big fan of the explosions and gunfire and ass-kicking genre, but I was just glad to have Gage back in the house. Spending almost an entire week alone without him had been torture. I had put in a lot of time in the library on campus and with friends in the evenings to keep busy. Coming home to an empty house hadn't been fun.

"What are you thinking about, Meg?" Gage pushed the strands of hair that had escaped my braid behind my ear. "I can hear the wheels turning in that big, smart brain of yours."

I glanced over at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the television screen mounted on the opposite wall. "Just that I'm glad you're home. It was lonely here without you."

"I know the feeling. Sitting here tonight while I waited for you go to get back was so strange. I've gotten used to having you underfoot all the time."

"Underfoot? Jeez, Gage, I'm not a cat."

"You know that I mean." He kissed my temple. "You're so noisy and chatty. I thought I loved the silence of having this place to myself but I'm realizing now I was just kidding myself all this time. I just didn't want to admit I was lonely."

I hugged him and kissed his neck. "You don't have to worry about that anymore."

He caressed my bare thigh. "Nope."

We shared a couple of soft, slow kisses. His hand started to drift up my thigh and I shivered. "Gage…"

"What?" He whispered against my lips. "Too sore?"

"No." I gasped as his fingers gently probed between my thighs. "I thought we were watching a movie."

"I watched enough movies in that hotel room." He placed a finger alongside my clit. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no!"

He chuckled against my throat. "I didn't think so."

I threw my leg over Gage's lap and straddled him. Without panties on, I gave him easy access. I let my tongue dart inside his mouth as he explored my pussy with his long, thick fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing and expertly manipulated me.

I swayed back and forth on his lap. His fingers plunged inside my slick passage and rubbed my clit. I could feel his dick growing hard. It tented the front of the shorts he had changed into and jutted against my inner thigh. I slid my hand between us and into his cotton shorts to stroke him.

His cock was hot and hard in my small hand. I caressed the length with light touches and then grasped him a bit tighter. He lifted his hips and encouraged me to keep going. I nipped at his lower lip and smiled against his mouth. Those fingers inside me curled just right and I cried out.

We rocked and made out wildly as we used our hands to drive each other crazy. Judging by his quickening breaths and his tensing muscles, he was enjoying my stroking hand. His thumb wiggled side to side over my clit and drove me closer and closer to the edge of coming. My free hand clutched at his bare shoulder. My toes started to curl and that slow burn of ecstasy rippled through me.

"Gage!" My climax burst low in my belly. I gyrated on his lap as the waves of delight fluttered through me. His skillful hand thrust and flicked until I couldn't take anymore. He chuckled and kissed me roughly.

His penis pulsed against my hand so I slipped off his lap onto the floor. He stretched out his legs and welcomed me between his thighs. I tugged down his shorts and freed his cock. Little droplets of pre-cum dripped from the slit there and dribbled along the underside of his crown. They were shiny in the pale blue light from the television.

When I licked away the pre-cum, I could taste myself on him. It was an erotic and taboo experience. I took him deep in my throat and hummed before pulling up and swirling my tongue over his cockhead. He groaned with appreciation as I worked him with my warm, wet mouth. He pumped his hips and I knew it wouldn't be long until he came.

That first splash of salty cum hit my tongue, and I moaned noisily. I stroked his cock with my hand while sucking his dick. I wanted every last drop of cum he had to offer. He whispered my name as the last tremor of his climax faded. I licked him clean and tucked him back into his shorts.

Behind me, there were explosions and shouting as the characters in the action flick destroyed something. I didn't really care. Neither did Gage. Our gazes met in the dim light and held.

He caressed my face and smiled down at me. "That was one hell of a welcome back, sugar."

Chapter Seven

"Trick or treat!"

"Oh, boy! You really scared me!" I feigned fright as I dropped candy into the sacks of four young kids who had come to our door. They giggled and laughed and skipped away to join their mothers who waited at the end of our sidewalk.

A never-ending stream of kids marched up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. I was glad I had bought so much candy. I even had to dip into the emergency bags I had stashed in the entryway closet. Eventually, the last few stragglers reached the house. After twenty minutes passed without the doorbell ringing, I switched off the porch light and locked the front door.

I popped one of the chewy cherry candies left in the black plastic cauldron into my mouth and went in search of Gage. He had disappeared from the living room an hour earlier. I was sort of annoyed I had gotten stuck with candy duty.

"Gage?"

"Up here, baby."

I followed his voice to his bedroom. Well, I guess technically it was
our
bedroom now. I had considered bringing a couple of my things into his room but he was so anal about neatness and keeping order, I was pretty sure he would flip out if I left a shoe out of place. It was probably better for our new relationship if I kept to my space and he kept to his. Except for bedtime when we were all up in each other’s space…

When I stepped into the bedroom, I jolted with surprise. He had dimmed the lights and pulled the drapes on the window. The effect was a little spooky, to be honest. My gaze jumped around the room and landed on the plethora of sex toys and impact implements. That flogger I was learning to enjoy caught my eye. There were other things there we hadn't tried yet. The cane, for instance. I wasn't so sure about that one.

But it was the sex swing suspended from the ceiling that really caught my eye. I had always wondered why Gage's ceiling had that strange panel in it. Now I knew!

Apparently, he had built a reinforced box up there that could easily and safely bear the weight of the swing. The panel looked like a decorative ceiling piece during the day. No one coming in here would be any wiser. Sneaky, sneaky!

"I thought we'd play tonight." Gage walked over to his entertainment center and hit play on one of the albums I had come to recognize as our S&M music. He eyed me with a quirked grin. "Unless, of course, you'd rather do something else."

"Nope." I took a brave step toward him. "I'm game."

"We remember the rules, yes?"

I nodded. "Address you as Sir. Hold still when I'm being hit so I'm not accidentally injured. Use my safe word if things become too intense."

"You forgot one."

I frowned. "I did?"

"Let loose and have fun." He cupped my chin and peered down into my eyes. "And no topping from the bottom."

I smiled sheepishly at the reminder. Before he had left for SWAT training, Gage and I had played together. I had learned very quickly that he didn't like to be told how to do things when we were in the middle of a scene. My ass had been sore for days! "Yes, Sir."

"Strip," Gage ordered.

Tonight, I had chosen a less provocative outfit than the beer garden girl costume. I figured the moms in the neighborhood would appreciate the jeans and a black t-shirt emblazoned with candy corn prints better than the corset top that displayed my breasts and the tiny skirt that showed off my ass. I made quick work of peeling out of my t-shirt and jeans. My black bra and orange and black striped panties quickly joined the small pile of folded clothing on the corner of Gage's bed.

He walked a slow circle around me. Stopping behind me, he carefully pulled free the black elastic band holding my hair in a high ponytail. He combed his fingers through my dark waves. Grasping a handful of my hair, he jerked hard enough to make my chin tip up toward the ceiling. His lips ghosted across my ear and I shivered with excitement. I loved this rough, slightly nasty side of Gage.

"Was there a reason you didn’t ask my permission to go to that party last night?"

I blinked. "I didn't know I needed it, Sir."

"You think I don't know why you picked out that slutty costume to wear?"

His question threw me. I swallowed nervously, wondering if this was some strange and mean persona of his that he had kept well hidden. As if to reassure me that we were only playing a game, he tenderly caressed my neck before dotting soft, easy kisses on my shoulder. “Relax,” he whispered. “This is a little bad cop, good girl interrogation, Megan.”