Lex(133)

“What do you want to know?” I ask, pulling a small bowl from the cupboard right in front of me and scooping up the three strawberries I’ve just sliced and placing them inside.

“What happened after she went to bed?”

“Didn’t Gage already tell you we’ve well…you know?”

“Yes, of course he did. I’m a nosey sister and I’m the one who helped him with the rooftop idea. Not sure if Gage has admitted this to you yet, but he and I text constantly throughout the day. I work as the secretary to one of the other two law firm branches he owns. So it’s not always personal, it’s sometimes work related. He’s sort of my boss, although I don’t tell him that or treat him that way. God knows he’s got a big enough ego as it is.”

I laugh. She’s right, Gage is fully aware of his attributes. Gage is too confident and sometimes cocky not to know those things about himself. It’s nice to know his sister doesn’t fawn over him like everybody else seems to. I really admire that about Tasha. If I could somehow mellow my drooling over the gorgeous hunk, I would. It’s impossible though.

“Gage does have a big head.” I agree, smirking as I keep my attention on my singular and rather simple kitchen task that will probably take me another five years to complete.

“I guess that’s good you know the size of his head. Would be kind of weird for his sister to know that.”

Oh my God!

Barking out a hysterical laugh, unable to hold it in, I snap my head around and stare at Tasha whose face is bright red and smiling ear-to-ear.

“I can’t believe you said that.” I tease between calming chuckles.

“It’s true.” She shrugs with her palms up, a butter knife pinched between two fingers. “Gage has been married; I hated his ex-wife. In high school, he didn’t per say date one person. He dated a spectrum of slutty girls. Now that he has a girlfriend who I can joke with and that I love like a sister, I’m soooooo going to live it up, even if that includes razzing her about my brother’s penis.”

Like a sister. Tasha just said, like a sister. That feels really good to hear. Any anxiety I had about tonight just flew out the window with that comment.

“Alright, well I suppose that’s fair game. Just don’t expect me to go using a measuring tape and telling you it’s length.”

“Whose length? Mine? It’s eight and a quarter and thick.” Gage mouths off, announcing his grand entrance, with obvious humor cloaking his words.

Suddenly, Chelsea nearly chokes on her spit, and I hear Tasha snort a laugh. Leave it to Gage to liven up a situation.

His arms wrap around my waist as a thick chest is pressed against my back and that large eight and a quarter inch cock is rubbed against my red dress covered butt. Fully erect.

“I missed you.” Gage sweeps my hair over my opposite shoulder and settles his succulent lips onto the crook of my neck, dusting sweet kisses just under my ear down the curve of my neck and back again. Sending shiver after shiver to race down my spine, making my toes tingle and lady to take notice, swelling in my panties. Good thing I wore a less revealing dress today, for this exact reason.

I hear an ‘Awe’ float out of Tasha’s mouth.

“Did you now?” I bump my butt into his groin, which produces a grunt to expel from him, and he loses more willpower and begins to suck my neck, swirling his tongue in small circles between affixed lips.

Laying the knife on the counter, I lull my head back onto his shoulder, welcoming him to feast. Another grunt erupts and Gage’s grip on my waist tightens as he overzealously grinds against my butt, whispering into my ear, “Yes, and if you don’t stop that, I will kick my sister and Chelsea out of his room and less than a minute later I will be inside of you. Do you want that, Angel? Do you…”

His hand quickly moves from my waist and boldly cups my hardening sex.

Oh crap! What the hell is he doing!?

“Do you want that?” His hot breath mutters into my ear, teeth grazing the lobe.

I shake my head. “Not here.”

“Really? Why does she think different?” Using the heel of his palm, he massages lady, the only thing protecting the view of lady’s stiffness is the counter in front of me, blocking her from prying eyes.

God! Why he always have to feel so good?

I feel Chelsea’s anger progressively clouding the room. I don’t know how but the subtle agitated noises that are coming from her are almost palpable. Tasha’s resorted to whistling, minding her own business. Gage apparently has a thing for public displays. Either that or he can’t help himself.

“Because she’s a traitor. This is neither the time nor the place.” I gather my failing composure and wiggle out of his arms, neatly adjusting lady up into the waistband of my panties before I turn around.