The Last Resort Motel: Room Thirteen Page 5

  With her body wound around mine, we cross the room until we reach the bed. I don’t want this kiss to end, but there are other places on her body I want to explore with my tongue—one in particular. As I gently set her down, she voices her frustration at the separation.

  “Don’t stop.” She reaches for my shirt and pulls it off.

  Returning the favor, I pause, letting my fingers trail across the lace at the top of her black bra. “Jesus, Sage, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  Dropping my lips to her breasts, I trace her exposed skin at the edge of the lace with my tongue. She weaves her fingers through my hair, and I pop open the front clasp of her bra with my teeth.

  “Ah, now that’s talent.” She hisses as my lips descend to her breast. Sage tugs my hair as I suck her nipple into my mouth before flicking it with my tongue.

  Pulling back, I lower my hands to her jeans and unbutton them. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” As I work on getting her pants down, she kicks off her flip-flops. Once she’s fully naked, I take her in, and the best part? She lets me. Never once does she shy away or try to hide. Her confidence is endless, and it’s attractive as fuck.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Good. Now drop your pants, grab a condom, and let’s get it on.”

  “Yes, Counselor.” Her eyes light up as I lower my jeans, and she hisses when my boxers drop to the floor. “Like what you see?”

  “Mm, very much. But the real question is, do you know how to use that mass weapon of destruction?”

  She did not just say that. “Damn, Sage. That was bad, even for you.”

  Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she shrugs. “I wasn’t sure how much you needed your ego stroked to keep it hard. It’s not like we’ve done this before.”

  Pulling her close, my lips hover above hers. “The only thing I need to keep me hard is you.” As my mouth closes over hers, she whimpers as our kiss deepens. We break apart and her eyes meet mine. “Lie down, Sage.” She bites her lip at my commanding tone but does as she’s told. Stepping to the foot of the bed, my gaze travels over her body. Every voluptuous curve is on display, and I briefly wonder if my eighteen-year-old self could have even begun to appreciate her the way I do now.

  “Gabe,” she murmurs, dropping her hand between her thighs. The sight of her hand where I want to be has my cock dripping in anticipation.

  “Yeah, sexy?”

  “Stop gawking and come fuck me before I do it for you.”

  Her command lights me on fire. I’d intended to take my time with her, but since she’s impatient, I’ll save that for round two. With my hands on either side of her, I climb up the bed until her body is fully beneath mine and our eyes meet.

  “Put your hands above your head.”

  Sage easily follows my order. Pinning her petite wrists with one hand, her breathing increases, and I know she wants this as much as I do. She shifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist, and tries pulling me where she needs me. I tighten my grip on her, and she gasps. “Hell yeah. Take me, tiger.”

  She whimpers and lean back as I release her hands. When Sage isn’t making wisecracks, she’s letting me in. I know her calling me tiger is her way of adding levity the situation, but there’s no way to lighten this, and I’d never want to. I love the way it feels to be needed by her, to be wanted by her. When I reach for the condom and tear it open, her eyes leave mine and follow my hand to my dick. While I slip the condom on, her breathing becomes heavier. As I grip the base of my cock and stroke myself, she hisses.

  “Fuck yeah.” She groans before replacing my hand with hers.

  Sage’s touch lights me on fire from the inside out. She seems to know exactly how I need her to stroke me. Sliding my fingers between her legs, I find she’s just as excited for this as I am. With her essence coating my fingers, I circle her clit nice and slow. Sage’s eyes flutter closed as she loses herself in the sensations. When she releases a needy cry, I change the pace and slip my finger inside of her. Her body arches off the bed, seeking more.

  “Put your hands above your head.” She doesn’t move her arms, only thrusts against my hand with her pelvis as a response. “Now, Sage, or I’ll stop.”

  Her eyes snap open, and I meet her gaze with a steely glare. She might be in charge in her courtroom, but I’ll be damned if I let her take control now. Once she obeys, I use my free hand to hold her wrists while positioning myself between her legs with the other.

  “Do you want this, Sage?” I murmur against her neck.

  “Would you fuck me already, Gabe?” she spits out, and I bite her skin in response.

  “That’s not how it’s going to work. Ask me nicely, Sage, and I’ll reward you.”

  She arches against me, trying to wriggle into a position where my dick is against her opening.

  “Uh-uh.” My reply is muted as I graze her taut nipple with my teeth. Her answering sigh is all the proof I need that my little sexpot likes a bit of domination in the bedroom. I tease her tits with my mouth, giving her a little pain and a lot of pleasure.

  I’m not giving in until she begs. Sliding my hand between her legs, her excitement coats my fingers, and one light brush over the tip of her sensitive clit is all it takes for her to break.

  “Please, baby, please fuck me.”

  Hearing her beg is exactly what I wanted, but knowing I pushed her to the point of using a pet name gives me an undeniable rush.

  “Jesus, Sage, you’re so fucking sweet and so damn desirable.”

  Our lips meet, and she opens to me. As I slide my tongue inside, I guide my cock to her entrance. I’m dying to be inside of her, but feeling her body writhe beneath me as her tongue strokes mine with a fervent passion is sensation overload in itself. As she positions her leg around my ass, I push inside.

  “Ahh … sweet Jesus.” Sage gasps as I still, completely filling her. I’m not sure a pussy has ever wrapped around my cock like a glove before. Then again, I’ve never had sex with anyone I’ve loved before, even if it is in the past tense. Maybe that doesn’t matter; I’ve still got a fondness for Sage I’ve never held for anyone else. No one has been the perfect combination of firecracker, wiseass, and sweetheart.

  “Damn, Sage, your pussy is … Fuck.” As we begin to move, I release her wrists, and she tosses them around my neck, pulling my lips to hers.

  Our tongues meet like the long-lost friends they are, and it’s as if no time has passed. I know how she likes to be kissed, and she sure the fuck knows how to kiss me. Leaning back, I tug her hips closer to me. As I thrust, she fucks me with equal fervor. It doesn’t take long before our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat and she’s chanting my name like a treasured prayer. As much as I want to make her come multiple times, I’ve waited too long to have her this way. The instant her walls begin pulsing around me, I know I won’t last through her orgasm.

  “Gabe, I’m so close, don’t stop … please don’t stop.” Shifting my hips just enough to hopefully enter her a bit deeper, I thrust even harder. “Yes, oh shit, yeah!” Her body convulses as her orgasm washes over her. Pulling her flush against my body so she’s riding me, my lips caress hers, and as her tongue dances with mine, I follow her over the orgasmic cliff.

  Lowering her back down to the bed, I carefully slide out of her and remove the condom. Once I’ve tossed it in the bedside trashcan, I collapse next to her.

  “That was amazing,” Sage says, tucking herself into my side as she yawns.

  Following her lead, I yawn too. “Want to take a nap?”

  “Do I have to get dressed?” She peers up at me, waiting for a reply.

  “Hell no, but answer a question for me please?” I pull the blanket up over us and flip off the bedside light.

  “Hmm?” Her murmured reply is muffled against my chest. Even though I hate to admit it, she feels good there.

  “Do you still think room 13 is unlucky?”

  She snickers, and her body twitches against mine. “I’m
not sure. Let’s try this again later and see if we get the same result?”

  “And if we don’t?”

  “Guess we’ll have to go for two out of three. Naptime, Gabe.”

  Placing a kiss on top of her head, I lean mine against hers. This isn’t anything close to my norm, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had Sage in my arms and I’m not ready to let her go.

  **

  “WELL?” I’M WATCHING SAGE SNAP her bra and wishing I was stripping it off of her instead. The coy look she flashes me tells me all I need to know, but I’m curious as to how she’ll play this off.

  “It was all right, I guess.”

  We just fucked our brains out in the shower, and she came twice. No way was it just all right.

  “You’re such a liar. Maybe I should put you under oath. I’m sure there’s a Bible in here somewhere.”

  “You’re not an officer of the court; it wouldn’t count. We’ll just have to try again before we leave. It’s the least you can do anyway for making me drive a total of twenty-four hours to finally bring you home.” She blushes. “I mean, take you to Baxter’s.”

  “Careful there, Counselor, you might make me think you missed me.”

  Suddenly, she looks vulnerable. “Maybe I did. Don’t get me wrong, I was pissed as hell, but now that I know what really happened, I might be able to admit part of my hate was sadness.”

  Knowing how badly I hurt her has never sat right with me, but hearing her explain it in her own words, instead of listening to Baxter viciously defend his best friend, takes it to a completely different level. As if she can sense my thoughts, Sage comes closer and places her arm on mine.

  “Gabe, do you think you could ever forgive her?”

  She doesn’t even need to clarify the her. I know who she’s talking about.

  “She’s your mom, Sage. Can you?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ll never forgive her for what we lost, for what she took from us. Maybe in a perfect world, if fate struck twice and we happened to fall in love again … In that case, if she accepted you with open arms and apologized, then yeah, I think I could.”

  Sage doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who falls in love easily, so I’m going to take this for the hypothetical question it is and not read anything deeper into it.

  “And in a nonperfect world?” Reaching out, I tuck her hair behind her ear.

  “I’m not sure I can let it go. I understand she had her reasons, but her execution was flawed, and her actions hurt me tremendously. Instead of coming clean, she acted like my saving grace. How can I let that go? Besides …”

  She bites her bottom lip and releases it quickly before tossing her shirt over her head.

  “Don’t stop there. What else is on your mind?” I gather her back into my arms. Whatever magic spell is between us right now, I’d like to keep a bit longer. I might not be ready for a commitment, but I do like being with her and getting to know her again.

  When she looks back up at me, the pain in her eyes is evident. “She hurt you too. How different would your life have been if she hadn’t done what she did?”

  As I ponder her words, she stares at me. The truth is, I’ve had a good life, and I’m not sure I would have achieved nearly as much if I’d stayed.

  “Sage, I don’t like what happened, and when I think back, it pisses me off to no end. But to be fair, I’ve accomplished a lot of things in my life. I’m not a successful attorney, but I’ve built up my own reputation as a chef and business owner. I’m happy now.”

  “Oh …” She yanks away and reaches for her jeans, but I pull her back to me.

  “Hey, don’t be like this. We were kids; maybe there was a bigger plan for us than each other. You’re a kickass lawyer, and that’s no small feat. You wouldn’t have had time for me even if I had come back.”

  She rips her arm away and puts on her pants. I’m not sure why she’s so emotional. I thought we were having fun, but the last thing I intended was to hurt her feelings.

  “I’m going to go to my room and finish getting ready. I’ll see you downstairs.”

  “Come on, Sage, don’t be like this.”

  Anger flashes in her eyes. “Like what? Blissfully sated and wondering what would have happened if the future hadn’t been ripped away from me? Sorry, Gabe, I guess I’m not as cold and calculated as you are.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Well, that’s life in a nutshell, isn’t it? Don’t worry, though, I’m not crazy. I can handle a random fuck. And hey, it’s something I never thought would happen, so I guess I can go back to that regret and mark it off as a win. Thanks for that. I’ll see you in a bit.”

  As she storms out of my room, my head spins. That’s not at all how I thought things would go down between us.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  SAGE

  THE SECOND I ENTER MY room, I burst into tears. I don’t even understand why. I gave up on Gabe years ago.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I want to throw it when I see it’s Baxter. It’s as if he can sense my distress. I wouldn’t be in this mess right now—feeling I don’t even know what for Mr. Perfect Cock over there—if it weren’t for him.

  Baxter – Just wanted to check in and see how things are going. I should be home before the two of you tomorrow, so I can meet you at your apartment.

  Hell no. I don’t want him knowing where I live. I’ll drop him off to you. You owe me, Baxter Ross. You have no idea how much.

  Baxter – What happened?

  You happened! He happened!

  Baxter – Did you let him dip his wick in your wax?

  What the fuck? That’s awful, even for Baxter.

  Jesus!

  Baxter – Well, I didn’t think you’d want me to talk about his cock, but here’s a better one for you. Did you ride Gabe’s lean, mean, baby-making machine?

  It’s not lean, but holy fuck is it mean.

  Baxter- Sage, please tell me you kept it a casual fuck.

  I tried … I think I failed.

  Baxter – You never fail.

  Damn straight. And that’s why he can’t know where I live. Don’t be offended when I don’t come up.

  Baxter – I might have company.

  Three days ago, Satan himself couldn’t have kept me away from Baxter and his movie star beau, but I just can’t right now.

  Sorry, maybe some other time. Gotta go, Bax.

  Baxter – Wait! Sage Marie Garcia, yes I just middle named you, remember this: You have the power. You have the power to let him get under your skin, and you have the power to drop him to his knees. Don’t let him get over you—make him grovel under you.

  I love you, Bax. Talk soon.

  Love you too.

  After texting with him, I feel marginally better. I’m hungry and mad at myself more than anything. It’s nearly eleven now, and I can only hope we’re lucky enough that Max and Aurora might come in and relieve us from our shift earlier than six so I can nap and hit the road by ten. The sooner I get away from The Last Resort Motel, the sooner I can get Gabe out of my life for good.

  Once my hair is perfect and my makeup is on, I head down to the restaurant. There is no way I’m going to let Gabe see how affected I was by his words, especially because I know he’s right. In all likelihood, once I had a sample of the things he was capable of in the bedroom, we would have fucked like rabbits until I was another teenage pregnancy statistic. Then, neither of us probably would have fulfilled our potential.

  It’s also sort of a turn-on that he cooks and does it well. I’m not great in the kitchen. I can make basic things, but I spend more time eating food at Holly’s house than anywhere else.

  Plastering on a smile, I walk through the diner and take a seat at the counter. Gabe is already here, and he looks apprehensive. Good. I need to keep the ball in my court until I drop him off at Baxter’s tomorrow.

  “Hey, Sage! Ready for that steak?”

  Returning Aurora’s smile, I nod. “Well done, though, plea
se. I can’t eat anything that looks like it’s still mooing.”

  “You’re missing out, medium rare is where it’s at,” Max says, placing a water in front of me. His eyes dart between Gabe and me. I bet he’s waiting for me to lose my shit. There’s no way I’d give either of them the satisfaction.

  Max returns to the kitchen and Gabe remains silent. When Aurora brings my food, Gabe disappears into the kitchen with Max.

  “This looks incredible.” I’m ravenous and cut into the steak right away. “Mmm,” I moan as the flavors burst on my tongue. “Now I’m going to have to drive twelve hours for a good steak. Thanks, Aurora.”

  “Anything to get you back here,” she replies with a wink. “Seriously though,” she whispers leaning across the counter, “what happened with the two of you? Gabe seems positively miserable.”

  “Ah, you know, a little bit of fucking led to a whole lot of the past creeping to the surface. Nothing I can’t handle.”

  She looks to the kitchen before tossing a concerned glance my way. “Are you sure? You’re both … off.”

  “Positive. But if there’s any possible way for one of you guys to relieve me at four or five instead of six, I’d appreciate it. I really need to nap and get on the road early or I’m going to be useless at work on Monday.”

  She thinks about it as she wipes down the counter. “Of course. I’m sure Max will. It’ll give him the opportunity to spend a little time with Gabe before he goes. It’s been nice for him having Gabe here. I worry sometimes. Our relationship is great, but it’s still a bit new. I don’t want him feeling like he’s stuck here with me, you know?”

  Max is currently looking at her ass from the kitchen, and it makes me laugh. “I’m pretty sure the only thing Max wants right now is to be attached to your ass.”

  Aurora turns around and catches him staring. “Max!” she admonishes playfully.

  “Can’t blame a man for appreciating the female form. Especially when he has plans for that ass later.”

  Aurora turns beet-red but gives him an adoring smile. “Promises, promises.”