Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (34 page)

I know she’s right, but I promised myself I
couldn’t allow this until I knew she was my life partner. Using the
term
girlfriend
sounds so temporary. Once Lex gives herself
to me completely in the emotional capacity, then I plan on allowing
her to explore my body however, she would like. Until then, I’m
off-limits. Consider it an incentive program.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you
touch me until you decide we are together. I don’t want you to
think I’m using you sexually.” I explain and my words seem to have
deflated her. With a deep frown she looks away, staring blankly at
the wall.

“Lex…please let me explain better.” I plead,
worried that if I don’t, this will go nowhere fast.

“No, just leave. You have to get going
anyhow.” The steel in her resolve and complete unwavering in her
tone maims my heart. I thought I was doing the right thing by
us.

“I am not leaving. Not until I’m convinced we
are okay.”

“We’re okay.” That’s the furthest from
convincing.

Fine. I don’t want to do this but I will.

Unbuttoning my pants and dropping them to my
knees along with my boxers. I grab my hard shaft. If this is what
she wants, she can have it. It’s not worth upsetting her. Even
though offering her this is extremely hard for me.

“Here.” I fist it, pumping beads of pre-come
to my head. “If you want it, take it. My body is yours.”

Faintly shaking her head, she still won’t
look at me. I know she’s turned on because she’s also hard. So I
grab hers and mine, and get close enough that I can jack them both
using my hands as they touch.

“Is that what you want, Angel? Do you want my
cock to kiss lady?” I hold hers straight up and I take my meaty
head and rub it along her shaft, her sac and back up, where I join
them tip-to-tip, swirling our pre-come together. She moans loud,
grabbing her breasts, so I do it again.

“That’s it, sweetheart, touch yourself and
touch him. He loves you, Lex and he loves lady. See how much he
loves her?”

Finally, with hooded eyes and heaving chest,
she turns her head to watch, seeing both of our heads making love
together. I use our combined pre-come as lube and they slide
together in my hands, as I jack us both, in hard, fast and
pleasurable strokes.

It doesn’t take long for me to grunt and her
body to buck as we near our climaxes. “That’s it… play with your
sexy breasts. You want to come? Does my Angel want to come?”

She nods, biting her lip, rearing her back
off the bed, plucking her nipples hard and taut. “Oh Gage…. Yes…
yes… I’m….going…” Writhing and thrashing her head back and forth, I
pump harder. A wail of pleasure cry erupts from her and her come
shoots out in hot beautiful streams. That drives me over the edge
and I growl out her name, making sure I shoot my seed all of her
lady cock, marking it as mine.

Coming down post climatic ecstasy, I massage
my seed into her lady before I let it go and rest it on her stomach
still half erect. I’m a gooey come mess. So I slide off the bed and
go to the bathroom where I wash my hands in the sink and smile at
myself in the mirror.

“Hey.” She smiles coming into the bathroom,
watching me.

“Hi, Angel. You got to use the facilities? I
can leave.”

She shakes her dampened head. “Yes, I do, but
you’re fine. I like looking at you.”

Now I blush at her compliment and she
giggles. I love seeing her smile, so beautiful when she’s naked and
happy like this. She has the hottest body I’ve ever seen.

“If you don’t pee now, I’m going to ravage
you another time and this time I might be even naughtier.” I wink,
revealing a dark smile.

“You came to my house, in which I assume was
to talk. Then instead of talking we end up… well you know.” Now
she’s the one turning crimson and the redness flares from her
cheeks all the way down to her chest. Absolutely adorable.

“Come here, you.” I wave her over with my
hands and she comes and wraps her arms around my waist, her head
resting on my bare chest. I hear her inhale my scent, and my heart
warms. I love this woman.

Releasing her from our hug. I give her a
quick peck on the lips, go to dress and I kiss her one more time
before I leave. I’m going to miss her but I am already running
late. Tasha is watching Emma tonight and I feel terrible for making
her keep her longer than I anticipated.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Saturday

Lex

I haven’t
saw Gage since
Thursday night
and what a Thursday night that was. Wow. That’s all I can think of
to explain it. It was amazing. Out of this world. I’ve never come
so hard in my life. I thought he had ruined me before. No, not even
close. This is a completely different level of euphoria. I’ve never
had anyone play with my button that way before. I felt like I was
close to coming the entire time, then he masturbating us both. I
have no words for that. It was by far the most intimate thing I’ve
ever experienced with anyone in my entire life. Brian never touched
my lady with his monstrosity. I’m thankful for that.

Right now, I am relaxing in my living room,
texting Gage back and forth. He’s headed out on a motorcycle ride
with Auto, Bob, Tank, and a couple of the other men. It’s a perfect
day to do that. It’s warm, sunny, dry, and the flowers are extra
fragrant. I’ve opened all my windows to let the heavenly floral
scent drift in.

I think I’m finally getting past this
hardship with letting Gage in. The more we talk and get to know one
another the more confident I feel in myself and by association,
us
. Listen to me, I’m even calling us an us. I feel like
I’ve come a long way. I think my mom and Roni would agree as well
if I had decided to share what I’ve been feeling with them. But I
haven’t. Lincoln, on the other hand has been in constant
contact.

Ding dong, my doorbell chimes.

Still wearing my silky red pajama shorts and
tank, I pad my way over to the door and call out. “Who’s
there?”

“It’s me, Angel, open the damn door.” He
barks playfully, and I am so ecstatic for him to be here I could
squeal!!

But I won’t.

Opening the door, I feign indifference, even
though I want to throw my arms around him and kiss him with tongue,
and wrap my legs around his waist and take him into my living room
where I suck him off. Oh Jesus, listen to me.

He growls looking me up and down, standing on
the opposite side of my screen door. “I knew I’d be happy to see
you, but someone is happy to see me too.” He winks and I look down.
Crap! Lady’s awake.

Cupping her to hide her from prying eyes, I
unlock the screen door and usher him inside. He’s extra sexy today.
Here I thought him wearing a suit was delicious. Gage in a pair of
torn knee jeans, a white t-shirt, under a black leather motorcycle
jacket, and black riding boots is just as sexy. He’s also wearing a
pair of sunglasses and a blue bandana on his head. I picture him as
some bar fighter or a lawyer. Now he’s a biker too. Talk about
fulfilling all my fantasies in one damn man.

“Get dressed. We leave in ten minutes.”

What!? Huh?

“What are you talking about?” I’m confused.
Very much so.

“Roni, the boys, you, and I are all going on
a ride today. I talked to them and they’re cool with you chicks
tagging along. Now get your fine ass upstairs and put on some
jeans, boots and a decent shirt. I’ve already got your jacket.”

I cough, choking on my saliva. “What? Who
said I want to go riding? I’ve never been on a motorcycle, and I
don’t own a pair of riding boots.”

“If you want to wear heels, you can. I just
don’t want to risk you getting burned by the tail pipes. I’m sure
you’ve got some heeled boots up there. You can wear a skirt, but
I’m already going to have hard enough time keeping my hands off of
you as it is. Beware; be very aware I’m wound up today, like
something fierce. Had some shit happen with Melissa last night. No
big deal but I’ve been dying to see you since Thursday. Now get you
hot ass upstairs and let’s do this thing.”

I’m used to Roni being bossy. Now I have a
domineering Gage. With my past of abusive men, you’d think I’d find
this off putting or hard to handle, but I don’t. It’s sexy in some
crazy messed up way. I think it’s probably, because I know if I
told him go away. He would, but I won’t, this is kind of
exciting.

“Okay.” Is all I say and turn to head to my
stairs. He grabs me by the arm, firmly tugs me against his chest
and passionately kisses me like it’s been years we’ve been apart.
Sweetly grabbing a fist full of my hair, he tugs my head back and
attacks my neck, sucking and licking, using his free hand to
fervently roam my back and my butt. Grabbing his jacket for support
I tilt my head back further offering more of myself, letting his
strength hold me up. He unlatches his hand from my hair and rips my
silk top off in three tugs. Tossing it on the floor he ferociously
with a growl latches onto a nipple and I cry out in pleasure.
Needier and needier he drawls suction on my nipple.

Bang, Bang, Bang, a fist pounds on my front
door.

“Get the fuck out here, douche. We don’t have
time for you to fuck your old lady.”

Unlatching from my breast, he kisses it and
yells back with a snarl. “Fuck off, Tank. I’m just getting
reacquainted.”

“Yeah well, we all don’t have the hottest
fuckin’ woman in town to get reacquainted with. Now cut the shit
and bring her or leave her, we ride in ten.”

“Sorry, Angel.” He stands and kisses my
forehead.

“Um…is he going to be like that all day? Are
they all bikers? I’ve not spent a lot of time with many people
Gage. Are you sure you want me to tag along?”

Cupping my face in his hands, he dives his
eyes into mine, locking our souls, and I nearly swoon at the mere
sight and strength of him.

“You are my woman, or you will be. I’ve told
you I’ve wanted you for six years. Me, hanging with my buddies
every other weekend or whenever I can, is a part of me. Just like
Roni is a part of you. I want to share this with you. If you’ll let
me.”

“Okay. Just remember I’m not a tomboy like
Roni. I don’t fit in with men very well.”

Kissing my forehead, he releases me. “I know
and I love you the way you are. All of you. Now go and meet me
outside in ten. Pack a small bag of a few essentials that I can fit
into my saddle bag.”

I agree and head upstairs to dress and pack a
small bag of essentials, whatever that is supposed to mean. For me
essentials are like an entire suitcase of stuff. I don’t usually go
out on a whim. I always take time to prepare myself, going through
my beauty regiment. He is taking me way out of my comfort zone. Not
sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

Walking down my front steps, my cheapest and
fattest purse tossed over my shoulder. The group of men all turn
their heads simultaneously in my direction and start to catcall. I
blush, and stare at the ground, embarrassed.

“Shut the fuck up.” Gage barks and comes over
to my side. I look up at him and he offers me a bright smile and
takes my purse. “You look beautiful as always. Don’t mind these
horny bastards. They’re just jealous I have a hot woman and they
don’t.”

I turn even redder and my stomach does
massive somersaults at his heartfelt compliment. How can he be so
freakin’ perfect?

Escorting me over to his bike, I see Roni
standing next to Bob’s motorcycle talking with a few of the men
I’ve not met before. Looks like she’s totally in her element,
wearing jeans, and a black t-shirt with a red bandana around her
head. There’s about ten guys, Roni and I and some other woman who’s
riding with some big burly, long bearded man, who looks scary as
hell.

“That’s Crunch.” Gage whispers in my ear.
“And the woman with him is Betty, his old lady.”

I look at him, searching his face. “Is this a
motorcycle gang? Are you a part of a gang. I thought you were a
lawyer.”

Gage laughs. “It’s not a gang or a club or
anything. It’s just a group of men who are friends and ride
together. There are no inductions, rules, or meetings. We just like
what we like and we ride. I’ve been riding with them since I was
sixteen. Crunch is Tanks dad and Betty is Crunch’s old lady. Then
you know Auto, Bob,” He points to them as he goes down the line and
each man raises a hand in greeting. “Then there’s Dopey, Z…”

I cut him off. “Dopey and Z?”

He laughs again, smiling at me sweetly. “Yes,
Angel. We all have nicknames. Crunch gave them to us.”

“What’s yours?”

“Gage.”

What!!

“What? I thought your name
WAS
Gage.”

He shakes his head still smiling down at me.
“No, sweetheart. I was born in the seventies. I don’t think anybody
named kids Gage back then. I had it legally changed to Gage once I
became a lawyer. As I also did for Tank, Bob and Auto.”