GAGE: A Bad Boy Military Romance (12 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY

I didn’t tell Gage that my date of departure had changed yet again. I wanted to tell him, but a good chance never came up. As soon as the story of the crazed Iraqi fan got back to my manager, she pulled some strings and had my flight changed. I was going to leave in the morning. As far as I knew, the other girls were still going to stay until the end of the week, as originally planned.

Walking down the hall, I knew that I probably wouldn’t see Gage ever again. I would be halfway to the Baghdad airport before he even woke up the next morning. I couldn’t help but wonder if it would have made any difference, if he would have acted differently had he known it was my last night in the country.

I stopped at the front door of the soldiers’ bunkhouse and thought, I could go back and tell him, just to see what he says. But what’s the point? Even if he would admit that he had feelings for me, it wouldn’t change anything.

He was right—I’d only known him for a few days. He was practically a stranger. I couldn’t expect him to wait two years for me.

I returned to the guest facility but the doors were locked. I’d forgotten that they had started locking the place after that Hastings creep followed me inside. Nancy and Major Richards were the only ones with keys. So I went to the cafeteria where everyone was drinking and mingling, to find Nancy.

I found her chatting up the site’s chef and asked her to let me use the key. She said no. “You’ll have to wait, hon.”

“Why?” I asked.

“After what happened last night, I’m supposed to make sure we all stay together—at least in small groups.” She told me I was stuck waiting until a handful of other girls were ready to go back, and no one in the place had any intention of going back anytime soon. “Why don’t you have a drink. No one’s going to bug you—not after last night, sweetie.”

I sat down at one of the tables, across the room from everyone else. The noise of their conversations made my already throbbing headache worse. Nancy was right—the soldiers kept their distance. For once, no one came up and hit on me.

I kept telling myself that cutting it off with Gage, before it even started, was the right thing to do—that it would save us both a heap of misery and heartache. But no matter how many times I told myself, I still didn’t believe it. There was still that glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong—that maybe, if we tried, it would work.

I couldn’t handle that haunting possibility. I got up and began to make my way back to the soldiers’ bunkhouse. The tormenting thing was, I knew there was no possibility. I knew Gage would just tell me to leave, to get over it. I knew I was knowingly walking straight into a minefield.

Just as I placed my hand on the bunkhouse door’s handle, I stopped. “What are you doing?” I whispered to myself. Even if he did say yes, that he would wait for me, he was still a stranger. I knew almost nothing about him, other than a few random facts. I needed to suck it up, to let it go.

I turned to go back to the cafeteria, which was becoming louder and louder as the night went on. The mere thought of going back inside gave me a headache, so I decided to have a cigarette and walk around the complex.

I stopped behind the soldiers’ bunkhouse, leaned against the wall, and stared up into the sky. Iraq didn’t have much going for it, but it did have the stars.

The entire sky was an uninterrupted sea of stars, shining brighter than I’d ever seen before. You could see the incredible Milky Way band stretching from horizon to horizon, dozens of little satellites inching across the sky, and mysterious shooting stars that streaked bright in a short flash of glory before fizzling out into nothingness.

Someone grabbed my arm and spun me around. I nearly screamed out, but before my rigid paralysis was through, I’d realized it was Gage, and I felt suddenly calm. He pulled me close to his body and kissed me on the lips. He squeezed me tight and I could feel his muscles flowing, bulging, hugging my body. His hands explored my back and I melted into him.

I couldn’t decide whether my heart was racing from the scare or from the excitement, but I knew I wasn’t afraid. A voice was screaming inside of me, ‘Stop, Ashley. This will never work. Don’t hurt yourself,’ but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why. And suddenly, I couldn’t care less.

He turned me around and pressed me against the wall, never breaking away from our kiss. My legs trembled and my heart fluttered. I ran my hands up and down his sides, looking for something to hold onto, but found nothing. He was too chiselled, too rigid. There was nothing soft on his body to grab, and nothing small enough wrap my hand around.

We both froze momentarily as the voices of a chattering group of men passed. As we waited, I realized my toes weren’t touching the ground, that Gage was holding me up with nothing by the strength of his arms. The voices receded into the bunkhouse and Gage looked into my eyes.

There was lust in his eyes but there was also something else, something more complex. It was a dark, mysterious look, inquisitive, as if he was trying to see through me, read my thoughts. If he could have read my thoughts, he would have known how badly I wanted him—needed him—inside of me. I couldn’t handle the anticipation. Each time one of his muscles flexed against my skin, I became lighter, weaker, wetter.

Maybe he could read my mind. He pushed me against the wall and our kiss continued. This time, his tongue penetrated my mouth. His teeth playfully grabbed onto my bottom lip.

I squeezed his arms tighter and he pushed me harder into that wall behind the bunkhouse. Another group of voices meandered past, but we didn’t bother stopping. I didn’t care who heard us, who saw us. The reporter, all of the Playmates, and all of the soldiers could have been standing ten feet away, and I wouldn’t have cared one bit.

My hands slipped but I remained in place, hovering above the ground. There was no sense holding onto his body, so I gave up and reached down his pants instead. I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

It was warm, big, throbbing, growing. I wrapped my fingers around its girth and massaged it, up and down, feeling it become bigger and bigger. Within moments, the tips of my fingers couldn’t reach my thumb. The damp spot grew in my panties.

He adjusted his hold, transferring all of me into just one of his powerful arms. Then, with his newly freed hand, he reached around my back, beneath my panties, and under my ass. Still holding me up off my feet, he started to rub my wet pussy.

“Oh shit,” I heard myself mutter.

He was probably just showing off, trying to impress me. If he was, it was working. I couldn’t bare the thought of him letting me go, of his fingers being anywhere else. His body was all around me, and inside of me.

Warm, safe, powerful.

His fingers pushed deeper inside of my pussy and he started to finger me. His first few movements were slow, careful, then he went off, driving his fingers into me with intensity and power.

It hurt at first. “Be careful.”

“No,” he said.

It was like my words only egged him on. He started to finger-fuck me faster and harder. But it suddenly didn’t hurt—it felt incredible.

“Oh, fuck, Gage—that feels so fucking good,” I moaned into his ear. My free hand slipped off of his arm but he didn’t flinch, still holding me a half a foot from the ground.

He started sucking my neck while he fingered me. It didn’t seem like he even noticed I’d stopped holding on, like I weighed no more than a blow-up doll to him. So I reached my free hand down to join my other hand at his cock. I pulled his pants down just enough for his member to spring free.

His cock was massive—a rigid, beating, hot weapon in my hands. I gently swivelled my hand around it, wondering how it would ever fit inside of my body—or would it fit? If it did, would I be able to walk afterwards? My pussy already felt tight around his two fingers, but his cock was nearly as thick as his whole hand.

All my worries were obscured by my approaching climax. I could hardly focus my mind on any thought, any anxiety, any fear. All I could think was, thick or not, I want it inside of me. I want to feel every thick muscular ridge and bulging vein pressing against my tight lips.

I was about to come when Gage pulled his fingers out of my slit suddenly, leaving me in an elated daze. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, giving my panties a tug. The panties were tight and stubborn, and he wasn’t in the mood to fumble with a pair of stubborn panties. He gave them a sharp tug, ripping them off of my body.

He pressed the tip of his cock against my clit. It was warm, and I could feel it throbbing, even as it teased the outside of my pussy. The tease was enough to bring me back onto the edge of climax.

“Be gentle,” I whispered into his ear.

“No.”

He pushed into me. The pain was sharp as my pussy stretched wide to accommodate his size, but the pleasure was greater, quickly filling my body and overwhelming my senses.

As if he was doing a test run, he slowly pushed himself in and then pulled himself out a few times. One of the veins that trailed the top of his member massaged my clit perfectly, like the notches of a key slipping into a lock. My legs wrapped around his waist and tried again to hold onto his sides. I had to dig my nails in just to stabilize myself, but he didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he liked it.

After his trial round, he took off, thrusting himself into me in short, powerful bursts. My body became tense and then it relaxed, surrendering completely. I became like a ragdoll in his arms—limp and completely subdued. I was his to fuck however he wanted.

I could hear myself beginning to moan, but it was outside of my control. I could watch, hear, feel, but I couldn’t act. Some other phantom entity was in control of my body as it was filled completely by Gage’s massive cock.

Without stopping, he tried to pull my shirt over my head, but that too was being stubborn so he opted instead to give it a few swift tugs and he ripped it clean off my body. I was completely naked, being fucked senseless out in the open, moaning, tits bouncing, and warm juice running down my legs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried.

His free hand found my mouth and he muffled me. I started to come. Once I stopped screaming into his hand, he slipped it down, over my throat, reaching his fingers around my neck. He tightened his grip and I couldn’t breathe.

The orgasm wouldn’t stop. The tighter he squeezed at my neck and the longer I went without breathing, the more I came, the harder I came. My entire body was filled with swirling euphoria, pure ecstasy. He had complete control, complete domination over me.

His thrusts were becoming impossibly stronger, slamming my ass against the tin wall behind me. His grunts became louder and louder until he was screaming.

My vision became a blur, my body became numb, and my mind a haze. One final time, he forced himself deep inside of me and unloaded his beautifully hot seed into my pussy.

He released me and I nearly fell to the ground—had he not caught me, I would have.

When the coast was clear, we snuck back inside and into his room. He was smiling. I wondered if I’d ever seen him smile before. Maybe briefly, after a joke, or when he was making a jab at me, but I couldn’t remember a time when the smile stuck around, when he looked so happy.