Within a few moments, she had realized what she had said, and she licked her lips nervously and looked away from me.
“Not that I’m saying you are my man or anything, I just don’t know…” she said hurriedly, and I took a step towards her. I put my hands on her slender shoulders, and the touch of her warm body calmed me.
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Sage, I can imagine how you felt tonight, after everything that you went through. I want to know what they did to you, what Brick did to you,” I said, peering into her eyes. She stared back at me and then shook her head and looked away.
“They didn’t do what you think they did, and it doesn’t matter how much they hurt me…not now that you’ve killed him,” she said in a soft voice, and my hands traveled up her neck until I was holding her face tightly, and staring right into her eyes.
“Sage, whatever happens to you, even the smallest thing—will always matter to me, no matter where you are and how far from you I am. I want you to know that ” I said. She gulped as she looked at me and then nodded her head.
“And whatever happens to you, will matter to me too. Which is probably why I can’t believe the life you lead,” she said hoarsely, and I pulled her to myself and pressed my lips to hers.
My tongue parted her mouth, and I was kissing her strongly. We had come so close to losing each other, and no other woman was capable of making me feel this way. I tipped her head back so I could kiss her even harder. I could feel her mouth throbbing in mine, and I wanted more.
Sage pulled herself away, just as my hand slipped in between her robe. Her eyes were on fire, and she had a grin tugging the corners of her swollen lips.
“Come upstairs with me, Glock,” she said in a whisper.
Chapter 22
Sage
Glock carried me upstairs to my bedroom. On the stairs, when he stumbled for a moment; we both started laughing and then tried to stifle our voices so that we didn’t wake mom.
He kicked my bedroom door open with his foot and then gently shut it without a sound. We were kissing again. It was a charged up, passionate kiss. My robe had already fallen off me while he was carrying me upstairs, and now he dropped me on the bed.
My body bounced when I landed on the mattress and Glock was over me. He was kissing my neck, the top of my breasts, hovering over my heaving breasts. His hands were on my bare thighs, pushing up my silk slip over my legs, past my belly and then over my head.
I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and now I was completely naked in my bed, with Glock looking down at my body like he was seeing me naked for the first time again.
He lowered himself, to plant a soft, gentle kiss on my belly. Then he straightened up and started stripping. I raised myself on folded elbows to watch him. I could feel the throbbing wetness growing between my legs. His torso was chiseled and muscular as his polo t-shirt came off. The sound of his belt buckle being undone sent chills down my spine. His jeans came off, and then he slid his boxers down too.
Glock was standing at the end of the bed, in nothing. I could see his massive growing cock throbbing between his legs. All I wanted was for him to be inside me.
His tanned skin glistened like bronze in the dim light of my bedroom. Only the lamp on my bedside table was switched on, enough for me to see every ridge of his abs, the shape of his flat belly, the light dusting of dark hair that traveled from his navel down to the spot around his cock.
I parted my legs in invitation, and Glock stepped up to me. His hands came down on my hips, and he yanked me closer to the edge. My skin was covered in goosebumps, I wanted him to touch me everywhere with his large warm hands.
Glock cupped my breasts, his thumbs teased my aching sensitive nipples, and my stomach contracted with desire. His hand traveled down to my pussy next, and more tenderly than I could have imagined him to be, he started stroking my folds.
My back arched up, my hips were protruding towards him. I wanted him inside me, I wanted more than just his hands. His fingers started slipping in and out of my slit, while his other hand continued to play with my left nipple. My mouth was hanging open, I was staring at him, while his eyes roamed over my body.
“Fuck, Sage! I don’t know if I will be able to keep you quiet,” he growled, and his forefinger slid inside my pussy, the whole length of it was inside me. I knew he could feel the stickiness of my juices. His middle finger slipped in after that, he was filling me up, preparing me for his big thick cock.
The knots in my belly were unwinding, I could feel them coming undone. He lowered his head on my nipple and started sucking, while his two fingers slipped in and out of my pussy. It was a gentle calm motion, almost like he was lulling me into sleep.
Then, abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of me and stopped licking my nipples too.
“I want to taste you, Sage,” he said, in a deep guttural growl and I could feel my body shuddering. I didn’t know what to expect next, but Glock knew exactly what he was going to do.
He kneeled down on the floor at the edge of the bed, with his face hovering right between my parted legs. He placed his hands on my thighs to keep my legs parted and then I saw his tongue. He was bringing it closer and closer to my pussy. I moaned when he first flicked my folds with the tip of his tongue. My body writhed with desire. He moved his mouth to my clit, and I felt my whole body shudder.
I couldn’t take it, the sensation was explosive. I felt like I was going to come right then. He sucked away, lapping up the juices that were trickling out of me, sucking and kissing and making loud sounds with his mouth as he ate me.
That familiar tug in my belly rose violently. When his finger slipped into my pussy, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to control the rising feelings. His tongue continued to circle my clit as he slowly moved his finger in and out.
I reached up and weaved my fingers into his thick brown hair. His face remained stuck between my legs. His tongue started to move faster, and I knew it was over. He was teasing me into submission. He wanted me to come in his mouth. His tongue stroked my clit, while his finger plowed into my pussy and I exploded instantly. My ass moved against the bed, while I clutched his hair tighter.
I wanted to scream out with pleasure, but I was aware of my mom in the house. I bit down on my lip and tried to control the moaning, but I couldn’t. My orgasm rose and fell and then rose up again until my body was shaking and my toes curled. It lasted forever, I felt like I could go on and on and Glock didn’t stop either.
It was only when exhausted, I fell back down on the bed, that he finally smacked his mouth away from my pussy. I was breathing hard, and craning my neck to look at him.
Glock stood up with a wide smile on his face.
“It’s not over yet, Sage,” he said, with a grin on his face and I gasped. He was going to make me come again.
He grabbed my legs and lifted them up over his head so that they were dangling over his shoulders now. My body was lifted a few inches off the bed. My ass was set against his thick muscular thighs.
Glock clutched my waist and then with one hand, felt for the wetness of my pussy. Even though I had just come; I still wanted more. I was still wet, and I could feel that pleasurable ache rising inside me again.
He angled his cock towards me, and I held my breath as he inched himself closer and closer to my entrance. The tip of his cock grazed my folds, and I gasped. He was holding me in position as he pushed his cock into me.
I gasped and moaned, as I felt the first inch of his cock enter me. The width of him was pushing my folds aside, entering me in small bursts until his cock was fully inside me. Glock grunted, and I moaned when he was filling me. I could feel the tip of his cock stroking that spot inside me which very few men had found before.
I winced and moved my body and covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my moans.
Glock locked eyes with me, as though he was warning me with the squinting of his gaze that this was going to be rough. It was how he wanted it, and I couldn’t wait for him t
o take me, just claim me.
Glock started pounding almost instantly. It was a wild, animalistic pounding like I was a machine that he was desperate to fix. My body bounced, and I moaned with every hard thrust. Glock’s grunts became wilder and deeper, and his grip on my legs became stronger.
I could feel the length of his cock going in and sliding out. His rhythm was fast and strong.
He said my name in harsh whispers and I said his name too. I wanted to feel him shoot inside me, I wanted to feel him coming deep in me. But first, I was going to come again.
“Sage, come for me,” he said like it was a command. He kept thrusting like he was never going to tire of fucking me. I couldn’t catch my breath. My body shuddered and shook with every thrust, and I could feel my juices trickling out of me again.
I reached for the sheets on my bed, clutching them tightly while he ravaged my body. His cock was deep and thick, and he was thrusting into me with force, till the point of no return. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I moaned as I came again, this time not even caring how loud I was.
He grabbed my face between both hands as he pushed and pushed. My toes curled again, my eyes flew open, and I stared at the ceiling, and I came until I was at the point of passing out.
Glock grabbed my breasts, squeezing them till I could feel the sting and pressure of his hands.
“Fuck! You are amazing!” he growled, a little too loud and I smiled, while my orgasm began to fade away. It was Glock’s turn now, he was the one coming.
He grunted, and his tanned face turned even darker. His hair was ruffled, but he never looked sexier. He was gritting his teeth and looking straight into my eyes while he shot inside me. His grip on my breasts became tighter, and I could feel him emptying his seed into me.
I gasped and moaned again, thrilled at the sight of Glock losing all his control.
When he was done, he sighed loudly and ran a hand through his damp, sweaty hair. I bit down on my lip and smiled at him, while he gently started sliding his cock out of me. For a moment, when he started moving my ankles off his shoulders, I felt that familiar feeling of anxiety. He was going to push me away again, he was going to put on his clothes and leave.
Instead, Glock took in a deep breath and then threw himself on my bed. We were lying next to each other, and I turned to him. I could feel my fingers trembling because I was desperate to touch him. I wanted to know what it would feel like if he held me after we had sex.
Glock was still breathing hard, and eventually, he looked into my eyes and smiled. That smile felt like it could change everything. He wasn’t angry at himself this time, and it felt like a gift.
He reached for my hair, tucking in a bunch of it behind my ears as we faced each other.
“It’s late, we should get some sleep. You need to rest,” he said, in a deep hoarse voice.
I nodded and moved an inch from him, but Glock grabbed me by my bare waist and pulled me close to him. His arm was around me now, and our foreheads were knocked together.
“Get some sleep, Sage, I’m right here,” he said, and I fell asleep, cradled in Glock’s arms.
***
By the time I woke up, Glock was already awake. He was beside me on the bed, with my head on his arm and my hands on his chest. He was looking out of the window and turned when he sensed me moving.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, in a low, hoarse voice and I smiled at him. Despite everything I had been through the previous day, it still felt like I had the best night’s sleep. I had fallen asleep feeling safe and content, and I had never felt like that before.
Glock looked handsome in the morning light. There was a light stubble on his chin, and I couldn’t resist grazing my fingers against its roughness. Glock smiled, caught my fingers and then lightly kissed my fingertips.
“What time is it?” I asked him, and we both looked at the clock together. It was eight. I could hear the sound of the kettle going off in the kitchen, which meant that mom was already awake.
“I hope I don’t alarm Tracy when I go down,” he said, with a grin and I bit down on my lip.
“Stay for breakfast,” I told him, and Glock gulped, then started moving his arm away from my head.
“I don’t think I should, I don’t want your mom to get her hopes up,” he said and swung his legs off the bed. I could feel my heart sinking. I had gotten my hopes up too. When I woke up, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe this could mean something. That perhaps we could have a conversation about working our relationship out. But evidently not. Glock had already made the decision for us.
I fluffed up my pillows and leaned against it, while I watched Glock start collecting his discarded clothes off the floor.
“When are you leaving for San Francisco?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence that had descended between us. Suddenly, I felt my mouth grow dry. I had been so happy the previous night, and also when I woke up and now he was making me feel like he couldn’t wait to get out of the door.
“I’m not sure yet, I want to speak to Axel first and ask for his permission to help the girls, at least provide them with some kind of legal assistance,” I said, and I watched as Glock visibly stiffened up.
“I don’t think that would be necessary, Sage. I know what Axel is going to say. He doesn’t want the MC to get involved with anything to do with the law,” he said and slipped his t-shirt back on.
“There’s no harm in speaking to him, is there?” I asked, and Glock averted his eyes from me while he belted his jeans.
“Yes, Sage, there is. The longer you stay here, the more you associate yourself with the Bad Disciples—the more you expose yourself to the wrath of the Dragon Knights,” he said, in a firm voice. He was looking at me with a dark warning in his eyes too. For the first time since I had known Glock, it felt like I wouldn’t be able to have my way with him.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him. I still wasn’t wearing any clothes, and I noticed the way Glock’s eyes drifted to my breasts, he gulped and then quickly looked away.
“If there is anything that I know now, after what happened yesterday…is that I don’t want another woman to go through what Casey and I went through and I want those bastards to pay for everything they have done to all those women!” I barked at him, and Glock took in a deep breath, which made his shoulders square. He was putting on his leather jacket now, and he nodded his head.
“That is exactly what I want, and what my brothers want too. We don’t need a lawyer for that, we can take care of business ourselves,” Glock stated. He looked angry, his face was darkened, and his eyes were narrowed.
He was ready to leave now, and that sinking feeling in my heart had returned. I didn’t want him to leave, I wasn’t sure when I would see him again.
“Look, Sage. You’re not meant to be here. You’re meant to be back in San Francisco, leading the life you’ve built for yourself. I know you want to do the right thing for your hometown, but trust me, you can’t help,” Glock said, and he was walking around to my side of the bed.
I could feel the hot tears pricking the backs of my eyelids again.
“I should go now, and you should finalize your plans of going back to San Francisco. I’ll try and convince Tracy to join you soon. Sell the house, do whatever it takes, just remember that this place is not meant for you,” he said, and then he lightly stroked the top of my head like he was petting a dog.
“What about you?” I asked him with a trembling lip.
“This is where I’m supposed to be, where I was always supposed to be. I’m happy here,” he said, and then stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket; Glock walked to the door of my bedroom and opened it. He turned to look at me again, and this time it seemed like he was really drinking me in.
“Text me when you know when you’re leaving, I’ll come over, and we can say our goodbyes,” he said, and before I even had a chance to respond, Glock had walked out of my room and shut the door behind him.
I sa
nk back into bed, covering my face with my hands as the tears started flowing again. Just like that, Glock had made the decision that we couldn’t have a relationship. He had decided it for me, and I couldn’t blame him. Ten years ago, I had done the same thing to him.
***
It wasn’t until two hours later that I was ready to leave my bedroom. I didn’t want mom to see me in my sorry state, and most of all; I wanted to avoid the volley of questions that I was sure she had for me. She had no doubt met Glock when he was leaving the house that morning.
I showered and changed and made myself presentable and hoped that mom would just give me some space. I had just slipped on my plaid shirt when there was a knock on my door.
“Sage, honey, are you up?” it was mom’s voice, and I rolled my eyes. I had spent the past ten years living by myself, and I was yet to adjust to living with my mother again, no matter how short my stay here was.
“Yes, mom, I’ll be down in a couple of minutes,” I called out to her, as I strapped my wristwatch on.
“Okay, there are some people here to see you,” she said.
“People? Who people?” I asked, but I could already hear the sound of mom’s descending footsteps on the stairs. Who could possibly be here to see me? I didn’t know anybody in Long Beach anymore.
Suddenly, I was gripped with panic. Was it the Dragon Knights? Had they come to threaten me? Kidnap me? Hurt my mom? I grabbed my cellphone in my hand, ready to call Glock and I left the room.
As I descended the stairs, I could hear the chuckle and the high-pitched voices of women. My brows were still crossed, I was still confused.
The voices were coming from the kitchen, and when I walked in, I found seven women in my mom’s tiny kitchen. Mom was happily in the process of supplying each of them with mugs of coffee. A plate of cookies was already plonked down on the kitchen table, and they had made themselves comfortable around it.
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