Now, did I believe in his hint at fate playing a bigger part in our love story? Not really. I just didn’t have any answers to his questions. However, I still needed a clearer understanding of what we were doing.
“Then what are we doing, Gage?”
“Mystic, I plan on having a ring on your finger by the end of next week,” he stated rather matter of fact.
My stomach flipped, but I couldn’t deny it sounded like everything I’ve wanted since I first met Gage. But just because we’ve reconnected didn’t mean it was a good idea. We were different people now. Ten years of different experiences, different direction in life…I wasn’t eighteen-year-old Mystic, anymore. And he wasn’t eighteen-year-old Gage.
“Gage, it’s beenten yearssince we were last together,” I pointed out. “We’re not the same kids we were when we were dating. A lot has changed.”
“Not as much as you think,” he bit out, frustration lacing each word. I knew he was upset that I wasn’t jumping onboard blindly, but this was too important to rush.
I shook my head. “It hasn’t occurred to you that you might not like the woman I’ve grown into?” I asked. “You’re chasing after your high school sweetheart, Gage, and she no longer exists.”
His blue eyes narrowed. “Maybe not, but do you know whatdoesexist?”
“What?”
“How I feel about you,” he replied. “That never went away, no matter how badly I tried to force it. I’ve thought of you every day of my goddamn forsaken life, Mystic. Learning that you like onions on her burger now, when you didn’t before, is little shit that doesn’t matter.”
“All of it matters, Gage.”
His hands dug into my hips as he pressed his hard length against my core. Dressed in just a t-shirt, my body was open to him. The thin barrier of his boxer briefs was all that separated us. He looked pissed and his words were like dripping poison. “The only thing that matters is that you’re not going anywhere, Mystic. I told you Monday night you’d only get a choice in all this once, remember?” I was weak enough to let out a small whimper. “You don’t get a choice in this.”
“I’m not saying I don’t want to be together, Gage. But marriage?”
His hand found its way to the inside of my thighs and Gage had two fingers plunged into my body in a bid to fight dirty. He leaned in until his lips dance across my ear, and his growl vibrated throughout my entire body. “This pussy? This wet, sore cunt that’s wrapped around my fingers is mine, Mystic.” As to prove his point, the sounds of wet suctioning played in the room like a soundtrack to his words. “This pussy that can’t get enough of my cock, it’s mine.”
I couldn’t stop my moan as I spread my legs wider. “Gage…”
“I don’t care if you’re favorite color has changed or if you no longer like action movies. I only care that your body knows mine. I only care that your mind knows nothing by me. I only care that it’smyname carved across your heart.” He added another finger to the two and his thrusts started to become forceful and demanding. “The only thing I give a fuck about is that your soul recognizes mine, and knows its fucking place, Mystic.”
Before I could respond, Gage’s fingers were gone, and his dick was being shoved into my body.“Gage!”
His hands on my hips, he rammed into me until the barstool threatened to topple over. “This is your place, Mystic,” he hissed. “On my fucking cock is where you should be every fucking day. And if I have to drag you by your motherfucking hair to the courthouse next week to make that happen, that’s what I’m going to fucking do!”
My arms wrapped around his neck and I held on as my release shook everything in me. Gage’s need for me has always been my strongest weakness and hearing him threaten to drag me to the alter was enough to send me off. “Oh, God…”
Fingertips grabbed my face and Gage squeezed until my eyes popped open from the pain. He looked feral, and beautiful. His dick still hard in my body as I trembled around him, he said, “You’re right. We’re not the same kids we were before. The kid I was back then let you walk away. The man I am now will fucking kill you before I ever let you leave me.”
I came again because his words were everything that was wrong with me.
A small part of me also believed him.
Chapter 36
Gage~
The entire way over, I told myself that I had legitimate business at CI. We had several joint projects together, and even if we didn’t, Lorcan was my best friend. It was entirely reasonable to stop by.
It was a lie, of course.
Mystic had insisted on coming to work again, after only a few hours of sleep, and I could admit I was still disturbed by her non-answer about getting married next week. After I fucked her on the barstool, our snacks forgotten, I had carried her back into the bedroom where I didn’t let up until she passed out, used, and covered in my filth. This morning’s shower had been a quick fuck because, while I knew she needed to shower for work, I wanted her pussy to still smell like me, the sick fuck that I was.
Since the receptionist knew who I was, she wasted no time in directing me towards Mystic’s office, but when I got there, the lights were off, and things looked quiet. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was too early for lunch.
I pulled my phone out to call her when Reagan Contreras’ voice hit my ears. “Mr. Evans,” she sing-songed. “How have you been?”
I only knew Reagan professionally, but she’s been at CI long enough and has worked on a couple of joint projects of ours, that we’ve chatted before. “Ms. Contreras,” I acknowledged.
