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Chapter fifteen

Hazel

I stare down at my shaking hands as I stand in my bathroom, the sting of rejection burning through the alcohol haze.

All I could think about all night was Gage. Listening to the girls all talk about their men and how they planned to go home and jump their bones made my need build to an ungodly level.

I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Probably because I’ve never lived with a bona fide bad boy who won’t let me take my aggression out on his dick.

So, on the ride home, I decided I was going to offer myself to him, give him permission to take what we both know he wants.

But his stupid conscience got in the way.

He probably thought I’d regret it, which is bullshit. I knew exactly what I was doing. And the second he admitted he’s pierced below the belt, my curiosity spiked into full-blown obsession.

After stewing in my bathroom for a while, still burning with frustration, I decide I need water. I swing the door open and head toward the kitchen. But when I hear sounds coming from Gage’s bathroom, I stop dead in my tracks.

“ Fuck,” I hear him mumble from behind the closed door, and because I’m a curious creature, I lean against the wood, seeing what else I can hear.

At first, there’s not much besides the sound of water against the tile—but then a grunt echoes from inside.

My pulse spikes.

Oh my God. Is Gage…jacking off?

The thought of him stroking himself hits me like a live wire. And before I know what I’m doing, I’m turning the doorknob.

I step inside and am welcomed by the sight of Gage’s backside through the glass doors, his ass cheeks clenched, the muscles in his back rippling, one hand braced on the wall, the other slowly stroking his length.

Water slides down his inked skin, tracing every ridge, every groove. His grip tightens and he groans.

I can’t stop the whimper that escapes.

He immediately twists his head over his shoulder. “Hazel…”

“Gage,” I practically moan, but try to keep my libido in check.

He clenches his jaw. “You should leave.”

He keeps stroking himself, and I feel wetness pool between my legs.

“Really? Because it looks like you want me to stay.” I step further into the room, my entire body vibrating with need.

His eyes close as he turns to face me, giving me a full frontal view of his gloriously naked body. Every sculpted muscle flexes—his abs tightening, his forearms straining—as he fists his cock, stroking over the barbells along his length.

Fuck, I want to lick those piercings. I want to drop to my knees, take him down my throat, and watch him crumble above me.

But it’s his eyes that are captivating me, full of anguish, remorse, and yearning.

“ This is what you fucking do to me, Hazel,” he finally says, still running his hand up and down his cock, groaning every time he squeezes the tip before sliding back down.

And his cock is glorious—long, thick, and teasing me with each stroke of his hand.

I bite back a whimper. “Then let me touch you.”

He shakes his head. “I…can’t. I don’t deserve you yet.” His jaw clenches, his free hand pressing against the glass door as his strokes pick up. “But I’m about to finish what I started, Hazel. So you can either leave or you can stay and watch…while you get yourself off.”

The idea of touching myself in front of him has my breath hitching and my body yearning for more than he’s willing to give me. But if this is the only way I get to have him tonight, then I’m giving myself over to him without hesitation.

I want to trust this man with my body. And my heart is slowly catching up to the idea too.

Without another word, I push down my thong, stepping out of it and kicking it aside.

Gage’s nostrils flare as his eyes rake over me, devouring me, memorizing every inch as he takes in my fully bare body for the first time.

“Fuck. You’re exquisite.”

“So are you,” I breathe, sliding my hand down my stomach, sliding my fingers through my pussy that is drenched with need for him. I shudder as I press against my clit, rubbing slow circles around that magical button.

“Sit on the counter,” he commands. And I do as he says—because that tone, the one he gets when he’s about to lose control? I’d do just about anything he asked.

“Now spread your legs. Let me see that pussy, Hazel.”

I b race my hands behind me and plant both feet flat on the countertop, spreading my legs wide and baring myself to him completely.

“Show me how you like to be touched.”

A needy whimper escapes as I slip two fingers inside myself. “I want you to be the one touching me, Gage.”

“Touching you would break every rule we agreed to.”

I know what we agreed to, but that was before I knew him, before I knew how he would make me feel. But clearly, I’m not getting my way tonight.

Stubborn, frustrating, infuriating man.

“Then tell me what you want me to do to myself.”

“ Fuck , Hazel.” He fists his cock tighter, pumping faster as his gaze stays locked between my thighs. “Keep fingering yourself, baby. Rub that clit. Spread your arousal around and let me watch you.”

I bite my lip as I obey, dragging my fingers deep before circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

Gage groans. “Jesus Christ.”

“I wish this was your cock, not my fingers.”

“Fuck, Hazel. You’re testing my fucking restraint yet again.”

“You’re testing mine. I just want to be with you, Gage,” I say as my spine tingles with awareness that my orgasm is about to light up my entire body.

My eyes fixate on Gage’s cock, his fingers moving expertly over his pierced length, the part of him that I’ve yet to get to know and now it’s all I can think about.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone. Show me how your pussy drips and pulses when you’re thinking of me.”

I move my other hand between my legs, one working over my clit, the other moving in and out of me.

Gage’s eyes dilate at the sight. He presses his forehead to the glass, like he wants to break through it, shatter all over the floor on his way to me.

His veins pop from under his sk in, his tongue dances over his bottom lip, and the way his green eyes darken makes my orgasm build in record time.

“Holy fuck. I’m there, baby,” he groans, his palm slapping the glass, his gaze locked on me—my body, my pussy, my pleasure unraveling before him.

“Me too,” I pant.

“Come with me, Hazel,” he growls.

We both cry out at the same time, my orgasm tearing through me just as his cum hits the glass in thick, hot ropes.

His face tenses, his body shuddering, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, like he’s just been fucking ruined.

When the final wave of my orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers from my pussy as Gage’s gaze follows the movement.

“Suck on those fingers, Spitfire,” he growls.

I hesitate for only a second before I put the same fingers that were just inside me into my mouth, swirling my tongue over them and tasting myself, moaning softly as I draw out the moment just for him.

“Jesus fucking Christ. You are trouble, woman.”

I remove my fingers with a pop, watching his reaction with a self-satisfied smirk. “And you’re confusing as hell.”

He shuts off the water and slides the glass door open, reaching for a towel to wrap around his waist, his cock still hard.

Then he moves across the room and stands right in front of me.

“I’m not trying to be, but…” He reaches up to touch my face, and I flinch on instinct—not because I don’t want him to touch me.

God, I do. But after everything we just did, after everything we can’t admit, I can’t take that touch right now.

He pulls his hand back before he makes contact. “You scared of me now, Hazel?”

Biting my bottom lip, I say, “Fucking terrified.”

He scowls. “Why?”

Tilting my head, I fire back with, “Why are you scared of me ?”

Silence stretches between us before he reaches for my hand and places it right over his wildly beating heart, his eyes so captivating, they’re holding me hostage.

His throat bobs up and down before he says, “This is why, Hazel.” His pulse is firing rapidly beneath my palm, his heart trying to break free from his rib cage.

I’m so confused. “Wh—what do you mean?”

Before he can answer, there’s a scratch at the door.

Closing his eyes, Gage sighs. “Blueberry.”

With a laugh, I hop down from the counter and grab a clean towel from the rack, wrapping it around myself. “He probably needs to go outside.”

Wobbling on my feet, I head for the door, but Gage stops me.

“I’ll take him out so you can get ready for bed.”

I blink up at him. “Okay.”

With a nod, he leaves.

As I turn and look at myself in the bathroom mirror, the room begins to spin. God, waking up tomorrow is going to suck. Not just because I’ll have to face the consequences of the alcohol, but because I have no idea how Gage is going to act after tonight.

After I put on a pair of silk pajamas and brush my teeth, I stumble to my bed, burrowing under my blanket.

At some point, I swear I feel the weight in the bed shift and a hand stroking my back.

But when I wake up in the morning, I’m alone.

***

“ Wow. Mutual masturbation is really fucking hot,” Laney says through the phone. “Perhaps one day I can fulfill that fantasy as well.”

“It was one of the most erotic moments of my life.”

“Well, that’s saying something—considering you hold sex toy parties for fun.”

I giggle—then groan as soon as a fresh wave of throbbing hits my temples. “Oh God, don’t make me laugh.”

“Had a little too much to drink last night, did ya?”

“Let’s just say that the liquid courage was in full force, and the second I woke up, I brushed my teeth because I swear, it tasted like a cat shit in my mouth while I was sleeping.”

Laney laughs. “The joys of drinking. But I think it’s a good sign that he denied you... Repeatedly.”

I frown. “Are you kidding? I mean, I did still get an orgasm out of it, but…”