Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (18 page)

He shook his head. "No, I didn't. They don't go there anymore."

I frowned with confusion and sat up in bed. Staring down at him, I asked, "What do you mean?"

His lips twitched with amusement. "Look at them."

Brow furrowed, I studied the silver handcuffs. At first glance, I didn't even notice the engraving. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at the words now engraved on them. Each cuff had a different inscription.

Cuffs: Property of Meg.

Meg: Property of Gage.

My lips curved in a grin. It was horribly sexist, I supposed, to be called property, but I wouldn't have had it described any other way. Gage had owned me from the moment he had first discovered me handcuffed to his bed.

"They'll stay here from now on," Gage explained. "I picked up a new set for work. These belong to you."

"To us," I corrected. "They're ours to use and enjoy."

He nodded. Then with a teasing smile, he added, "This isn't your Christmas gift by the way. You’ll need your suitcase and passport for that.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re taking me on vacation? But I thought you were going hunting with your friends?”

He shook his head. “I’m not about to miss my first Christmas with my girl to go spend a week freezing my ass off in a deer blind or crammed into a cabin with a half a dozen guys.” He rubbed my lower belly and traced a slow circle around my navel. “When Jack told me he was taking your mom on a cruise, I decided you deserved a tropical getaway, too.”

In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Cruz men were taking us out of the country for a specific reason, maybe something to do with the shooting at the house and my ongoing problems with that gang. I wasn’t about to ask and ruin this moment. I decided I really didn’t want to know if my suspicions were true.

Laughing, I leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you."

"Don't," he whispered and touched my cheek. "I should thank you."

"For?"

"Showing me love," he said softly.

Deciding to lay it all on the line, I confessed, "I do love you, Gage. I love you so much."

"I know." Grinning, he cupped the back of my head and drew me down for a sensual kiss. "I know because I love you, too. You're everything to me, Meg."

Our lips met in a loving kiss. We embraced as we tasted one another. When our lips parted, I gazed into his earnest face. His honest expression told me everything I needed to know. He loved me. Without reservation. Without condition. I hoped he could see that it was the same for me.

"Are we having a moment?" I couldn't help but tease.

Gage chuckled and nipped at my neck. "I think so."

"We're going to make it work, right?"

Gage didn't even hesitate. "Yes."

I believed him. Gage's strength and my stubbornness were a formidable match. We complimented each other perfectly, and if any couple in such an unconventional situation had a chance of making it through to the end, it was us.

Gage's thumb brushed my nipple. "You hungry?"

I nodded and smiled at his change of subject. To Gage, everything was so simple and black and white. He had said we were going to make it work so we would. End of story. "I missed lunch."

He frowned and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. "I thought we agreed you were going to eat well and stay hydrated and get plenty of rest during finals week."

I had the decency to look sheepish and apologetic. "Yes, we did."

"And what was the punishment?"

I gulped. "The paddle."

"Uh-huh."

"Right now?"

Gage eyed me carefully. "No. I think I'm going to bank this punishment and dole it out when you least expect it."

My jaw dropped. "You're joking! No way. I don't want that hanging over me!"

"Master's prerogative," he reminded me.

I figured he had shown me leniency by not coming down on me for questioning him just now so I didn't push. Rather glumly, I dropped my gaze. "Yes, Sir."

Gage snorted and cupped my face. His thumb stroked my cheek. "Keep pouting and I'll add a couple of extra whacks."

My gaze snapped to his face. He wasn't joking. I plastered a bright, fake smile on my face. "Oh, Sir, I can't wait to have my ass paddled!"

Gage laughed so hard he fell back against his pillow. I took advantage and tossed my leg over his hips. Straddling him, I interlaced our fingers and pushed his hands over his head. The dominance of my position didn't escape him. His eyes flashed with a spark of surprise and maybe just the smallest amount of interest. I could feel his cock throbbing between my thighs. I gave a little wiggle, rubbing my slick heat against his hardening shaft, and grinned at the needful groan I drew from his throat.

He rose up to capture my mouth. "Don't even think about getting used to this."

"Oh, I don't know." I pushed down until his cock impaled me. "I think maybe I've got a touch of the Domme in me."

He laughed and nipped at my chin. "Maybe."

"Who knows?" I lowered my mouth to his. "Maybe it's time for us to explore your submissive side."

Gage stunned me by flipping me right onto my back. The swift, easy movement shocked me. In one moment, I had gone from the one in control to the one pinned to the bed. "It would be a very short exploration."

I threw my head back in pleasure as his stiff cock thrust deep inside me. "Might be interesting."

"I can think of much more interesting ways to spend our time in the bedroom." Gage pumped his hips, and my shoulders arched off the bed.

Smiling and trembling with desire, I pressed my lips to his ear. "Show me."

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Gage and Meg’s story will continue in the upcoming sequel
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