Hard Bastard(14)

He made me feel wanted. That was so incredibly important and even rare. Sure, other men said things to me about how they wanted to sleep with me or whatever, but they never made me feel wanted like Gage did. Those men just wanted to fuck me and be done with it, but there was something extra about the way Gage looked at me. He didn’t seem to want to just sleep with me.

He seemed to want to possess me. That scared me and excited me, and I couldn’t decide which feeling was stronger.

“Okay. Pretend like you don’t feel it.” He shrugged, not bothered at all. “But I know this place and I know you.”

“It’s been ten years, Gage. Maybe I’ve changed.”

“Oh, you have, but you also haven’t. You’ll always be that girl in my car, dripping wet and begging me to pull over so that I can fuck you until you come screaming my name.”

I shook my head, unable to contain my smile. “I’m not so sure about that.”

The waitress returned with our drinks. Gage paid her and left her a large tip, all the while keeping his eyes on me. She flashed her biggest smile and leaned forward, clearly trying to show off her ridiculous fake breasts, but he didn’t bother to look up at her. She got the picture pretty quickly and scampered off, but I made a note to keep an eye on that one.

“To your homecoming,” Gage said, holding his glass up.

“I have to be careful,” I said.

“You don’t need to be careful about me. I like it when you let loose.”

I laughed. “I mean, I have work tomorrow.”

“Right, I forgot. You’re in the law business.”

“It’s very serious, you know.”

“Of course. I can see you in the courtroom. I’m sure all those old judges have hard cocks watching you strut around.”

“That’s not really what I do.”

He shrugged. “Either way. Here’s to you.” He finished his drink and I sipped mine. “Come on,” he said, standing up.

“Where are we going?”

“To dance, of course.”

“I don’t know, Gage.”

“We’re in a club. Did you think we were just going to sit in the corner the whole time?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Come on. What are you afraid of?”

I could have listed a hundred different fears. I was afraid of the mob and of being home again, of feeling lost in my old town, of spiders and snakes and ghosts. But really, I was afraid of the way I felt when I was around Gage, like I was my old self from way back when, before my mother passed away, before I had to grow up. I felt carefree and young again, and I wasn’t even old.

“Come on,” he said again, taking my hand. “Have I ever let you down?”

“No,” I said softly. I knew he didn’t hear me as he turned to the dance floor and pulled me along behind him.

I went with him, because every fiber of my body wanted it. I realized I still had my little clutch in my hand, but it was too late to put it back. He pulled me inexorably toward the dance floor, a powerful magnet dragging me along. I was lost in his pull, and I liked it there.

We moved into the crush of people, and finally, he pulled me toward him. He began slowly, dancing face to face, our bodies pushed closed by the other people around us. I caught glimpses of their faces, some young and beautiful, everyone smiling and having a great time.

The lights from the DJ booth flashed and made the place look like it was covered in a strobe light. We moved together like that, hips pressed closer and closer until my arms were wrapped around his neck and our faces were inches apart. He moved in sync, swaying and grinding, and I couldn’t keep a smile from my face.

It felt good. It was as simple as that. I wasn’t drunk, but I felt like I was anyway. I felt like I didn’t have to worry about what I looked like or what people were thinking about me, because Gage was there and that was all that mattered. I knew that he wanted me, knew that he wanted to dance with me, and knowing that made it easy to give him some of myself. He wanted me and wouldn’t turn me away.

It wasn’t like I experienced a ton of rejection in my life, probably as much as anyone else. I’d had boyfriends break up with me for stupid reasons, had relationships just crumble away and break down over time, the usual sort of thing. I lost my mother young, which was hard and taught me how to grow. But with Gage, I wasn’t worried about any of that stuff. I wasn’t worried about what he was thinking, because he just said what he was thinking. I could lose myself completely in the music.

His body was large, muscular and tense. He was so much bigger than me, I almost couldn’t believe it. I forgot how he could so easily swallow me up, bend me over, break me to his will if he wanted to. I turned around as his hands roamed down along my hips. We moved together, my ass against his cock, and I thought I felt it hard against my back. I smiled to myself, tipping my head back, losing any semblance of inhibition.