Page 25 of The Traitor

“Burn me, Gage. Make me forget about everything else but pleasure and you deep inside me. Please.” The tone of her voice pleaded even more than her words, and to support her request, her hips swayed with more force, causing his length to rub that sensitive spot deep inside her. With a strangled moan, she put her hands on his shoulders and thrust her breasts close to his mouth.

Gage wasn’t as careful this time, his mouth sucking and biting, almost bordering on pain, and Josie reveled in it. She needed that extra edge, both men made her discover that new side of herself. Each time he thrust inside her, she felt him take every possible space, even grazing the entrance to her cervix, the closer Josie got to that mind-blowing finale. But then she realized that Gage wasn’t going to let her have control any longer.

During an upward stroke, he hooked his hand behind her thighs, stopping her from moving. Disengaging himself, he released her and flipped them, so she was lying on the couch, legs in the air and spread. Out of breath and a bit dizzy, she didn’t have time to get her bearings before his thick cock pushed inside her pussy. Gage, with a knee on the cushions, placed one of her legs on the back, the other against his shoulder. In this position, he felt even bigger and longer, reaching newfound territory that made her pant like a bitch in heat. Where was the Josie she knew, the one who made love to her husband, half-clothed and with the lights off?

Lying like that on her back, with Gage hovering over her, every inch of her body was on display. That made her panic a little, and she tried to cover herself, but as if to prove his point, he widened her legs even more, making her feel so very vulnerable. “Hang on to the armrest behind your head. And don’t you dare let go.”

His deep voice made her tremble in anticipation. Even though she wasn’t bound, she felt trapped, a willing captive, as she obeyed him.

Warm, rugged palms slid over the tender flesh of her inner thighs and made their way between her legs, but instead of zeroing on the most sensitive organ of her body, his fingers traced around his cock, or more precisely the stretched skin around him.

“I love how you take me, Josie. All the wetness that seeps out, making you all slick and slippery. I’m always hard because of you. Because I see how sexy and fuckable you are.”

Then he moved, marking his words with his trusts. Soon, lust crested once more, the friction turning her skin into endless streaks of goosebumps.

Gage was obviously aiming for that goal and sooner rather than later. His dick was pumping into her, his body covered with sweat, and hard as steel over her. How she wished she could touch his wealth of muscles and quivering flesh, but it wasn’t to be, not this time. Gage was quickly pushing himself harder, obviously on the verge of his own release. Josie pushed her hips against his, trying to tumble over the edge, but Gage wasn’t about to let her do that alone and started manipulating her clit.

Her orgasm took her by surprise with its suddenness and force. She cried out at the top of her lungs, her body bowing, pleasure coursing through every muscle and every nerve. In a daze, Josie felt him push her legs back toward her chest a little bit more as he leaned into her. He turned wild then, pistoning into her, driving her out of her mind, the position creating all the friction she needed to twist into another torturous orgasm.

Gage plunged into her a few more times before hissing her name, his hands flexing on her thighs as his cock pulsed against her still quivering sheath. The way he barely moved inside her, triggered a few small spurts of pleasure, allowing her to surf that marvelous pleasure a few minutes more as her lover slowly relaxed into her embrace.

For a long, soothing moment, neither of them said a word, the silence soft and cocooning around them. Josie’s mind was empty for an instant until her nose caught Gage’s scent—a mix of shampoo, musk, and denim—and she thought about Knox. Again.

Picturing Knox while another man was inside her felt awkward and uncomfortable. Working hard to ignore it, her brain vividly remembered Knox’s scent as he took her a few days ago. The scent of grease, leather, and heat made her heart flutter, and she fought a losing battle with her common sense. Before she could ponder it more, a phone started ringing.

Gage apologized and gave her a quick peck on the lips before sliding out of her and scrambling to find his phone.

Josie started to sit up, quickly closing her legs as she felt cum slide down them. She had to go to the bathroom to take care of it but needed to know if the phone call was about Knox.

Beautifully naked, and not shy about his body, Gage was standing by the window in deep conversation with the person on the other end. The fact he wasn’t looking at her was a dead giveaway he was talking about Knox.

Josie put on her t-shirt, with the intention of moving closer so she didn’t miss anything but he ended the call before she could stand.

“That was Locke. He has a potential location for Knox. He’s closer than I thought. I’m going to go there now and bring him back.”

Her heart jumped at the knowledge Knox had been found alive. Deep inside she’d feared the worst. “I’m coming with you.”

Gage, who was heading to his room, stopped and turned to her. “There’s no way in hell you’re coming with me! Where he is isn’t safe.”

Josie wasn’t about to be left on the sidelines. “You said he’s closer than you thought. That’s what you said. There’s only one city close by and if you leave without me, I’ll find a way there and scour every place until I find him. And I’ll do it alone. Your choice.”

They stared at each other silently having a showdown, but Josie was telling the truth. She’d be scared to death, but she knew it would be worse waiting for news alone and worrying about them.

The moment Gage grimaced Josie knew she’d won.

“Get dressed quickly. I’m leaving in five minutes, with or without you.”

Chapter 13

Knox satat his table as sweat poured out of his skin and diluted some of the blood trickling down his face and hands.

He turned his back to the center of the room where two young guns jumped at each other’s throats without technique or true killer instinct. It was one of the reasons he avoided them. He didn’t want to pull his punches and waited for adversaries that offered him exactly that.

Ignoring the roaring crowd, he leaned against the table and reached for his cold beer, swallowing it down. Since he’d been in this hellhole, alcohol had appeared in front of him at the perfect pace—often enough for him to maintain his buzz, but not enough to make him vulnerable or prevent him from fighting. He was sure it was because he offered a good show.

His body sang with fatigue and pain and he didn’t care. A shadow approached from his left side, and he tensed until he recognized the bookie.

“Man, you’re on fire tonight! You won that last fight in two punches.”

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