Page 105 of Reckless
My back arched as he undid his pants and let them slide to the floor with his boxers. I could never get over how blissful the act was with him. I was always ready for more. “I need you.”
I reached out, half pulled him to me. By the time our noses touched, his cock waited impatiently at my entrance. I clamped my thighs tightly around his waist and smirked, the dress bunched up around my waist.
Gage sliding inside me was electric, and it buzzed all the way through me, nearly sending me flying again. Stars of desire dancing tauntingly in front of my eyes, pleasure wanting to control. But I wanted to wait for him.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled as he lifted me from the table and carried me to the couch. There, I pushed him back and got onto my knees, climbed across his lap to straddle him. I slipped him between my soaking wet folds, and he pushed all the way in, both of us crying out as I slid all the way down his length. I held him there as the sensation sent us spinning.
He clamped his lips over the base of my throat and sucked hard, maybe hard enough to leave a mark. In return, to torment him the way he was me, I began to ride him, letting the way he glided over my inner muscles make the knot inside me spiral tighter. I was so close to exploding.
Our bodies crashed together, my breasts rubbing against his chest with every thrust, his hands guiding my hips as I caved to the pleasure. He was there with me and moaned my name as his hot bliss erupted inside me, taking me over the edge and far beyond coherent thought.
“Kelly. I love you.” His words were spoken between gulping breaths, making me smile.
I kissed his jaw as we fell backward on the couch, panting through the post-orgasmic bliss. “I love you too. Are you ready for this wedding that’s about to happen?”
It was an unusual union, but also extraordinary. Gage’s father, Ron, and my mother, Marie, tying the knot. It was a kind of come-full-circle that was very satisfying once we’d gotten over the shock of it.
He nodded. “Yes. Yes, I think it’s good.” He pressed his lips to my mussed-up sex hair.
“Are you going to make an announcement about it?” I hopped to the floor, looking for my panties and hoping the material of my dress wasn’t hopelessly wrinkled.
“Yeah, just a small social media one once they’re away so the press will have to use the words I post online. I don’t think many of them will bother to try to get on the farm for a picture.”
“Oh crap! I forgot to wrap my present to Mom.”
His face split into a grin. “The book?”
It had a title, but we called itthe bookas if it were the only one in the world. It might as well have been to Gage, as much as he bragged about the children’s book I’d written, which was being published and released to the world in just a few short weeks. I’d received advanced copies from the publisher and was giving one to my mother as a surprise wedding gift.
“You think of everything.” I sighed when I spotted the book lying on the card table, wrapping paper and ribbons next to it.
“I’m always thinking of you, you know that. I don’t, however, have wrapping skills.”
“You’re perfect, even without wrapping skills. I’m lucky to have you.”
He gazed down at me after I’d wrapped the story about a sad girl and a goat—who helped her find her happiness again and introduced her to the boy who would become her best friend later in the series. “I’m the lucky one. The man who has it all.”
Tragedy had taken too much from us, but we’d fought and gained everything we’d ever need.
Outside, where Mom, Millie, and I had worked so hard to create a botanical garden-type setting, Gage sat next to me, holding Elisabeth. Everyone was here. Gage’s now retired band, who had each gone in different yet successful directions. Gage’s half-brothers, Devin, and Erick, who seemed to both be building a relationship with their brother. Even Violet, who Millie had picked up because she’d refused to be left out if she had to be wheeled over the fields in a wheelchair.
Gage squeezed my hand.
We didn’t have everyone, but we had enough, and one another too. Gage and I had already survived so much, and this was the beginning of an exciting new chapter.
Our family’s happily ever after.
As the happy couple said their I do’s, a black and white movement caught my eye. We’d had a time keeping baby goats in their enclosures since they were born, and today was no different. Because at Mom’s feet stood the black and white baby, chewing happily on the trail of vines that—oops—used to be the tail of her flower bouquet and now was lunch.
As the minister announced that they were man and wife, the baby goat turned to the gathering too.
Baa-meh!
Life was never easy, I didn’t expect that. But this life was ours, and it was perfect for us.
The End