Page 80 of Tiers of Joy

“Gaige! Fuck!” I scream.

“Fuck.” He groans deep in his throat as he climaxes.

We both are panting. There’s a sheen of sweat covering our bodies. Gaige lifts his head and kisses me softly.

“It didn’t take much for you to trust me.” Gaige smiles.

“Are you saying I'm easy?” I feign offence.

“Beautiful, you are anything but easy.” He laughs.

“Are you saying I'm hard work?” I tease again.

“Jesus Christ.” He sighs.

“Honestly, I was already pretty close to trusting you enough not to break my heart. I know that what happened before was unintentional but I was still pissed off and hurt. I’m not stupid enough to think you intentionally did it to hurt me. You made me take a risk today, a risk that would have normally seen me in the emergency room. But you were there. You stopped me from hurting myself and I trusted you enough to lead me onto the damn ice. You should have known from that point that I trusted you.” I admit.

“You mean to tell me I didn’t even have to actually make you ice skate, just getting you on to the ice rink was enough?! I've wasted so much time! We could have been here fucking all along. Well beautiful, we are going to make up for that now.” Gaige says, wiggling his eyebrows before kissing me. I burst out laughing.

After we made up for lost time, we curled up on his sofa to watch Sherlock. It was the only series we could agree on.

“He’s pretty hot.” I state, eating popcorn.

Gaige twists his body round to me.

“I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say another guy was hot?” He says dramatically.

“He is. I never saw what the fuss was about Cumberbatch before, I like my men a little beefier.” I say whilst winking. I squeeze his bicep. “But there’s something about him as Sherlock. His quirky behaviour, his intelligence, his perfect bow shaped mouth.” Pausing, I sigh.

“No, don’t stop on my account. Please, tell me more about this guy that makes you swoon.” Gaige huffs.

I burst out laughing.

“Swoon?! What, are we in the 1950s?”

Gaige laughs.

“I do apologise me-lady. Maybe you would prefer the word smitten instead.” Gaige says trying his best English accent.

“Oh sir! I do believe it is you I am smitten with.” I say in a posh accent while fanning my face.

“Is that so? Well me-lady, I do believe I am very fond of you too.” Gaige says in his English accent while placing the popcorn on the floor and crawling on top over me.

“Oh sir, I am feeling all of a quiver.” I mock laughing.

“Shut up me-lady and fuck me.” Gaige says bluntly and kisses me.

I giggle but that soon dies while sir gives me a right good fucking.

Chapter Twenty

I spent the next night with Gaige too. I swear I’ve never shagged so much in all my life. Then I had to come back to the bakery to start prepping for opening the next day. Gaige said he would be back a little later. He had some wood to deliver first.

I have my music on full blast while I’m kneading dough, listening to Cypress Hill’s Insane in the Brain. I’m dancing around doing my best hip hop moves. The music stops suddenly and I jump. I turn around to see Gaige standing there leaning against the doorway with the biggest smile on his face. God, he’s so bloody handsome.

“Hey.” I smile.

He pulls me to him and kisses me. His thumb wipes flour from my cheek.

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