The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  Gage smiled. “Yeah. Lie down, buddy. Not enough space on the bed for you tonight.”

  His dog whined, but Gage heard him plop down beside the bed.

  “Doesn’t he need to go out or something?”

  “Doggy door. He’s good.”

  “But I’m in his spot.”

  “He’ll get over it.”

  Thor sighed loud enough to make them both chuckle.

  “You sure about that?”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Just when he was learning to like me. He’s gonna hate me now.”

  “Nah. As long as you pet him, all will be forgiven.” Gage stroked the skin under her breast. “Sleep, baby.” He kissed her forehead and snuggled onto the pillow beside her. He’d never been so content. For a man who didn’t have actual sex, it was amazing.

  Chapter Ten

  Soft lips nibbled along Kayla’s neck, making her moan. Gage.

  She turned toward him, but he stilled her. “Stay asleep. I need to go to the gym.”

  “I can go home,” she muttered.

  “Nope. You can stay here. Sleep. I’ll be back in a while. Help yourself to whatever you want if you wake up.”

  “’K.” She couldn’t argue with him. The thought of jumping up and heading home right then made her want to groan. Sleep sucked her back under…

  Wetness on her neck again. This time too much of it. She giggled as she turned to find Thor licking her cheek. He lay sprawled out next to her on the bed, propped up on his front paws.

  She wrapped her arms around him and burrowed in his soft fur. “Hey, buddy. You forgive me?”

  The room was brighter than it had been the first time she roused.

  Thor set his snout on the pillow beside her with a long sigh as though he were willing to wait as long as it took, but when the hell was she going to get up already?

  Kayla giggled again. “Did I sleep too long for your taste, Thor?” She pulled herself to sitting.

  Thor lifted his ears in excitement. His tongue reached out, and he licked her again, slinking forward to nuzzle her thigh. He even batted his eyes.

  “Kind of spoiled, aren’t you?”

  Kayla glanced at the clock. Ten. Wow. She couldn’t remember when she’d slept that late. She moaned as she pulled herself out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. She assumed Gage wasn’t back yet or the dog wouldn’t be in bed with her, begging for attention.

  Gage’s master bath was luxurious. She hadn’t seen a thing of the rest of the house yet, but if it matched this bathroom, it must be nice. Warm brown tiles covered the floor and the walls of the shower. A long vanity with two sinks had nothing on it except a razor and a toothbrush. Gage was a guy after all. What more did he need?

  Kayla made her way to a small room with a toilet to the side, and then returned to flip on the shower. She didn’t have clean clothes to put on, but at least she could wash away the results of last night’s escapades. She shivered as she stepped inside, not from cold but from the memory of everything she’d experienced in the last twenty-four hours. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back to let the hot water cascade down her body.

  It seemed cruel that she hadn’t had sex with the man who’d given her two glorious orgasms. He was a magician with his hands and his mouth. In fact those same hands had been used to masturbate onto her belly. The memory of watching his intense stare and his stiff cock perform for her made her pussy come back to life. She almost reached down to stroke a finger through her slit before she remembered where she was. The last thing she needed was for Gage to walk in on her getting off alone.

  Would he care? She relaxed her shoulders and set her forehead against the tile wall. The coolness felt good against her skin. Not that she had any interest in taking the risk of being caught with her hand between her legs strictly from the mortification standpoint, but Gage hadn’t told her not to masturbate.

  Simon had. He instructed her to keep her greedy fingers to herself at all times. Said her body was his to enjoy, and he would decide when and where.

  Tears fell down Kayla’s face as she compared Simon to Gage. Simon was a bastard. How had she not realized that? All those years. Wasted at his hands. He made her think his way was the way everyone behaved. He’d stolen a piece of her.

  She righted herself and reached for Gage’s shampoo. She wasn’t going to let Simon steal one more second of her life. He was gone. She was free. And Gage was certainly not him.

  Half an hour later, Kayla sat on Gage’s back porch drinking a glass of orange juice.

  Thor ran back and forth across the yard as though chasing some unseen alien being.

  Kayla tucked her legs under her and leaned back. The only thing she wore was one of Gage’s T-shirts. She didn’t have clean panties, and the thought of putting on anything dirty made her cringe.

  When the sliding glass door opened behind her, she twisted around.

  Gage filled the opening, pulling the door shut behind him. His smile was huge. “Hey, baby. You’re up.”

  “Yeah. Thor was tired of me sleeping the day away.”

  Gage scrunched up his nose. “Did he take my spot when I left?”

  “Yep.”

  “Sorry. I should have warned you or shut the bedroom door.” He straddled the end of the lounge chair she sat in and inched closer until he set his hands on her crossed thighs. His hair was damp, probably from showering at the gym.

  “It was fine. We bonded. He might have forgiven me for making him sleep on the floor last night.” She lifted her gaze from his waist to his face and squinted against the rising sun at his back. “How was your workout?”

  “Good. Hope you weren’t mad at me for running out on you like that.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Mmm, orange juice.” He licked his lips. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

  “Exactly what other choice did I have?” She chuckled. “I don’t have a car, or clothes for that matter.”

  Gage scooted closer until his thighs hit her knees. He leaned forward and set his hands on the back of the chair behind her shoulders. “Right. That was smooth of me, wasn’t it?”

  She smiled as his lips descended again, and he took her mouth in a long kiss that melted her insides and made her grip his forearms for support. He dipped his head to one side and deepened the tangle of their tongues, stroking his along hers until she squirmed at the thoughts his movements elicited.

  He didn’t pull away for several minutes, and then only an inch. “Delicious.”

  She shivered, squeezing his arms tighter, aware of two things—her nipples were hard rocks brushing against the cotton shirt, and her pussy was soaking wet between her spread legs.

  And Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, she wanted this man to make love to her.

  Heat crept up her face. “I should go home.”

  “Why?” He raised one eyebrow.

  “Stuff?”

  He snickered. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

  “Yes,” she answered honestly.

  He sat up, but the distance didn’t help any because he set his hands on her thighs, pushing his shirt out of the way to grip her bare skin.

  She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and moaned as his thumbs brushed back and forth across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  He inched closer to her center until his thumbs pulled on the skin on both sides of her pussy, causing her lower lips to part and exposing her wetness to the cooler air. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

  “No, Sir.” Her voice was lower this time as she fought to keep from oozing through the slats of the chair like jelly.

  “How about this?” He dipped both thumbs into her pussy at once.

  She moaned, so loud the neighbors surely heard. But she didn’t respond.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it happen. You’re long overdue for some intense orgasms.”

  He wasn’t kidding. She rolled her head onto
his shoulder and grabbed his waist with both hands while he fucked her hard with his thumbs. “Oh God,” she mumbled, bracing her forehead against him.

  One thumb disappeared to land on her clit.

  Kayla squealed, her orgasm rushing through her so fast she couldn’t stop it. She panted hard, not realizing for several moments that Thor panted next to her also. “God, Gage. Your dog is a voyeur.”

  “Haha. He’s not used to so much activity here.” Gage eased his thumbs from between her legs and sucked them both clean, one at a time.

  Kayla watched him. It was so erotic when he did that. “Are you planning to keep me here indefinitely, half clothed and aroused?”

  “Yep.” He grinned. “Except when I have you naked and aroused, which I prefer.”

  Butterflies fluttered in her belly. She needed more. The orgasm felt fantastic, but her body craved a bigger fulfillment.

  Before she could say anything, Gage stood, taking her hands and tugging her along with him. “I brought lunch.”

  Seriously? Was there anything this man did wrong? She followed behind him as they entered the house. Thor stayed on her heels.

  When they got inside, Gage turned toward her and flattened her against the glass door. “Submit to me, baby. Give me the entire day. I promise I’ll take you home first thing tomorrow morning, but I want this whole day and another night with you.”

  She sucked in a breath. He was overwhelming. Totally in her space and scrambling her brain. “Gage—”

  “Don’t say no yet. Let’s eat. You think about it.” He trailed his hands down her body until they reached the hem of his T-shirt at her hips. And then he flattened his palms under the cotton tee and shoved the material up her body. “Naked. Will you do that for me?” He asked the question as he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. His gaze went from her face to her chest, and so did his hands. He cupped both breasts, his thumbs grazing over the distended nipples that hadn’t retreated since he’d arrived. “So sexy. I can’t get enough of you naked.”

  Kayla bit her lower lip as he fondled her.

  He lowered his voice. “Submit to me, baby.”

  “Aren’t I?”

  He smiled as he released her breasts. “Sit.” He took her hand and led her to the table. He opened a brown paper bag and took out two sandwiches that smelled like heaven.

  Her stomach rumbled.

  Gage sat next to her. “Put your hands in your lap, baby, one on each thigh.”

  She did as he told her.

  “Shoulders back. Head dipped slightly.”

  She flinched, the tightening in her belly going haywire.

  He leaned closer. “Submit to me,” he repeated.

  She sucked in a breath and did as he requested, unable to do anything but.

  “Good girl. Let me control you today. Leave all decisions to me.”

  “Why?”

  He took her chin in his hand and met her gaze. “Because afterward you’ll never want another Dom, and I aim to solidify that in your mind.”

  Her eyes widened as he spoke with such surety. Determination.

  She nodded. “Okay.” There was no other answer. And then she added, “Sir.”

  His smiled widened. “I’m not a stickler for the word Sir. You know that. If it makes you feel good, you may use it. But it’s not imperative.”

  “Okay, Sir.” She couldn’t wrap her mind around submitting while not using the proper form of address. It came naturally in the role.

  Gage opened the sandwiches and held one up to her mouth. “Bite?”

  She reached for it, but he pulled it away. “Hands in your lap.”

  Her pussy clenched. He was going to feed her. No one had ever fed her. Someone had intentionally not fed her on occasion, but not this. This was fucking hot. She took the offered bite when the thick bread stuffed with meat and cheese returned to her mouth.

  Gage took a bite of the same sandwich and then offered her another.

  The flavors burst on her tongue. She’d never tasted food so thoroughly before. Something about her submission and the fact he controlled her intake made her notice more things about the meal. She moaned around the next bite.

  “You’re even sexy when you eat, baby.” He wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and then set a straw to her lips. “Decaf, vanilla, iced latte.”

  She almost came at the idea of him remembering her preference and going out of his way to get her favorite coffee. She took the straw between her lips and sucked. When she was finished, he set the cup down and grabbed the sandwich again. He doted on her attentively through the entire meal, wiping her lips, offering her drinks at the right moments, and feeding her.

  Halfway through the second sandwich, she was stuffed. “I’m full, Sir.”

  “Okay. Good girl.” He continued, downing the rest of the food himself.

  Kayla sat in the same position until he finished. He cleaned the table, wadding up the remnants of their meal and tossing it in the trash.

  Thor came bounding through the doggy door at that moment and planted himself on the floor next to Kayla. The way he stared at her made her feel awkward, as though he knew she was naked and questioned her motives.

  Gage shooed him out of the way. “Go lie down, buddy.” Gage quirked one side of his mouth up when he looked at Kayla. “I don’t think he’ll mention anything that happens here to anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  She flinched. How the hell did he know that? “Probably not, Sir.”

  “Come.” Gage nodded behind him and headed for the living room. She’d wandered around his home that morning, taking in his space. His living room was warm, inviting, and masculine. The sofa was enormous, but so was Gage. And so were his friends.

  He plopped on the couch and pulled Kayla between his knees. He lifted his gaze to hers. His hands landed on her thighs. He held her gaze.

  He smoothed his hands up the front of her body. He paused to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. Then he smoothed his palms over her stomach. “Your skin is flawless.”

  She inhaled a sharp breath. Everything he did made her feel alive, sexy, precious. So unlike her previous relationship. It was as if he knew that and was proving to her there was something else out there. And maybe he was right.

  He worshipped her body with his gaze and his fingertips, leaning in to nibble her belly and then her nipples.

  Simon rarely had her naked. He liked to bare her bottom for his whippings, but he spent most of the years she was with him ridiculing her for her looks.

  Nothing about Gage said he found her lacking.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  She stepped out, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders. Moisture pooled at her entrance. She bit her lip, picturing wetness running down her legs any second.

  “Do you realize how sexy you are?”

  She paused. “No, Sir.”

  He trailed his fingers up and down her torso, crossing her nipples with each pass.

  “I’m gonna change that answer to a yes.”

  How the hell did he think he could do that?

  Suddenly, he released her and leaned back to look at her body.

  She shivered at the lack of contact and the way he gazed at her.

  He patted the couch beside him. “Lie down. Put your head on the far arm with your feet toward me.”

  She climbed onto the soft cool leather and leaned back as he’d requested. She bent her knees to keep her feet from landing on his lap.

  Gage grabbed her knees. He gently parted them, pressing the one closest to the back of the couch against the leather. He tapped her other leg. “Let this foot hang off the side of the couch, baby.”

  She moved her heel that direction until it dangled down the side. The instant exposure was unsettling, and she crossed her hands over her belly.

  “Arms above your head. Clasp them behind you on the arm of the couch.”

  Kayla couldn’t breathe. Her chest rose and her knees shook
. Her nipples chilled and puckered even though he was no longer touching them.

  “Perfect.” He twisted to face her more fully, bending his knee and leaning one elbow on the back of the couch. His face gave nothing away as his gaze roamed up and down her body.

  She wished the field were even. She’d give anything to see his naked body too. But she wouldn’t request such a thing. Especially not when he was dominating her.

  “Talk to me.”

  What? Her mouth was dry. She could barely swallow under his intense gaze, and he wanted to talk? “About what, Sir?” If he thought he was going to grill her about the gap in her life, he would find her bolting from the couch and out the front door in two seconds flat, naked or not.

  But he didn’t mention any such thing. “How do you feel right now?”

  She licked her lips, thanking God for his approach. “Exposed.”

  “Good exposed? Bad exposed?”

  “Both, I guess.”

  He set one finger on her inner thigh and stroked a delicate path toward her center, but not close enough. “If I were to spread your pussy, would I find you wet for me, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “If I pulled the hood off your clit, would I find it swollen?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed, and he removed his finger.

  “Stay still.”

  She moaned, almost willing to beg him to touch her again.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “Touch me, Sir. Please.” God, anywhere, just touch me. She craved his hands on her, or his mouth, hell even his cock, more than a dying man needed water.

  “So, you’re aroused?”

  Heat raced up her chest and across her face. She knew it would leave her with red splotches across her skin. “Yes, Sir.”

  “But I’m not doing anything.”

  She swallowed. It was true. And not true. In a way, he was doing everything.

  He leaned in and set one hand on her belly. “What’s happening in here?”

  “Need. A tight ball that won’t go away until you…”

  “Until I what?”

  “Fuck me, Sir.” She turned her head to one side as she said the crude words that slipped out of her mouth nearly as a plea.