My breathing grew faster as I drove myself against him faster and faster.
I felt him growing harder inside of me as his orgasm crept up along his shaft. I could feel him getting closer and closer.
Then, he was out of me, stroking himself with his hand. I grabbed his girth, wrapping my thin fingers around him, and I pulled him to my mouth, taking him as deep as my inexperienced throat could handle him. My hand gripped and stroked his base while my lips and tongue slid up and down, sucking and pulling on him.
Until, at last, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his warm, salty juice. My throat worked to swallow him as quickly as he spilled over my tongue. I drank every last warm drop of him. He jerked and shoved himself deep into my mouth, triggering my gag reflex, but I breathed deeply through my nose and relaxed my throat, fighting the sensation to reject him.
He pulled his hips away, sliding out of my mouth. I let go of him and put my hands on my stomach as he lay down next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Damn, Julia,” he said.
“It was well worth the wait,” I told him, though we hadn’t waited long at all. The tension between us made it feel like we’d waited years.
I rolled over, facing away from him, and pushed my back side up against him, pulling his arm tighter around my waist.
“Gage,” I breathed, enjoying the way his name felt sliding out of my mouth.
He kissed my shoulders. “I meant what I said,” he told me. “I’m going to take care of you.” His voice trailed off, and his breathing began to deepen as it slowed.
As I lay there, listening to his breath and feeling his chest heave against my back, it hit me what had just happened. I was in too deep now.
I ran a hand along his tattooed arm. Gage Noll was not the type of man I would normally have gone for, but there was something about him that I found irresistible.
There was also something about him that meant I was probably in even more danger now than I had been before.
Chapter 13
Gage
“What’s the matter, Dimitri? You look worried.” I taunted the bulky Russian bear tied to the metal chair in the basement of the Kings of Hell HQ. His tired blue eyes looked almost panicked when he saw us enter the room. It felt good to inspire a level of fear in a man so massive. He looked like he should have been able to break loose from his restraints without any trouble, but he’d been defeated.
I held the door to the basement open as Juarez and Chase followed me in. Dimitri looked up and tracked the two musclebound men as they walked over to stand across the table from him. He actually looked concerned for his safety. It was nice to see that something was finally breaking through his silence. He looked at me with pleading eyes as I stepped up between my men and leaned on the table.
“These two gentlemen are here to talk to you,” I explained slowly, hoping he would understand my meaning from the tone and pace of my voice. I knew he wouldn’t understand my words no more than I would have understood his. What I failed to mention to him was that their language included fists and feet. Juarez and Chase spoke in pain and torture, a language easily understood by all.
Dimitri started to say something to me in Russian, but Chase reached across the table and smacked him with a large inked hand. I watched as his open hand slammed into the side of Dimitri’s face, knocking the words right out of his mouth, along with a little spit and a trickle of blood that was left running down his chin. Chase had the word pain tattooed across his fingers, and a spider web spread out across the back of his hand.
Dimitri looked back up at me with rage in his eyes, but he didn’t struggle against his restraints. I figured he’d come to terms with his punishment at that point.
“You know you’re in trouble for not talking, right?” I asked him, leaning across the table again. “Well, for not saying anything important, anyway. It seems you’ve been doing quite enough talking, running your mouth to Dr. Danvers and making her suspicious of what we’re doing here.”
Dimitri stared at me while I spoke, narrowing his eyes in anger.
“Do you really think he can’t understand English?” Juarez asked. “He looks like he’s listening to you right now.” He cracked his knuckles, a violent sound in itself.
“Nah, man, he’s like a dog, sitting there listening to the tone of Gage’s words and trying to figure out what’s coming next,” Chase answered for me. “But little does he know it doesn’t matter what Gage says to him right now. What he needs to worry about is what we tell him as soon as we’re in here alone with him.”