McKenzie, Cooper - Daria's Heroes [Men Out of Uniform 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Gage answered, his tone unusually flat.

“Why don’t you go up and wake Daria? You might even offer to wash her back,” Roman suggested softly, “and her front. Just don’t be too long or there’ll be even more questions than there are now.”

“Master?”

“Just know that you will be only the second man to ever fuck her,” Roman said, meeting his slave’s eyes.

Gage looked at him in shock before nodding his understanding.

“I’m sorry,” he then blurted out.

“For what, pet?” Roman wished he could take the big man into his arms, but they had a house full of people who did not need to see that display.

“Never mind,” Gage said with a sigh. “Just accept my apology. If you want to punish me tonight, feel free.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Roman said as another car parked and more family headed in their direction. “Now go upstairs and tell Daria I said for her to put a smile on your face. Then, before you come back down again, I need you to go into the safe and get out the big red envelope on the top shelf.”

“Yes, Master,” Gage responded softly before going inside.

Roman greeted the newcomers who had seen the morning news and wanted to know if there was anything they could to do help.

* * * *

Daria smiled as Gage slipped through the door then closed and locked it once inside. He carried a plastic bag in one hand. Turning to face her, he froze when he saw she was watching him.

“I figured you’d be asleep,” he said, crossing to the bed and sitting down next to her.

“Nah, just lying here trying to decide if I wanted to wear your clothes or Roman’s or a combination of both,” Daria said as she sat up. For the first time in her life she felt comfortable in her own skin and didn’t mind the fact that she was naked while Gage remained fully clothed.

She felt relaxed physically and emotionally but was not sure she wanted to face whoever was downstairs. Watching Gage watch her started to wind her sex spring up again, and the worry about anyone outside this room faded. Then she glanced down and saw the impressive bulge pushing at the zipper of his jeans and nothing else mattered.

“You can wear your own clothes.” Gage handed her a bag. “I got you a few things, but we’ll go shopping tomorrow or the next day for more.”

Daria opened the bag and peeked inside then looked at him with tears filling her eyes. “You bought me shirts and a bra? But no underwear?” She put the bag aside and approached the big man who held half her heart.

“Roman doesn’t allow me to wear any, so you shouldn’t either.”

“You never wear underwear?”

“Only when I’m on shift. Also, Roman said to tell you to put a smile on my face. And that I’m supposed to wash your back and front before we go downstairs.” Gage winked at her then began to pull off his clothes and proved that he was indeed going commando.

By the time she crawled from the bed and found her balance on legs that still felt a little weak, Gage was naked. “Come here, Daria,” he said when she froze at the sight of him in the daytime fully aroused.

“Oh my,” she said as she crossed to stand just in front of him.

She took his shaft that was even longer and thicker than Roman’s into one hand as the other reached between his legs and gently cupped his balls. She gently stroked his cock as she rolled his balls between her fingers, testing the feel and heat of the appendages.

“Angel, if you keep that up, I’m going to blow my load right here, and I’d rather be wet and inside you when that happens.”

Gage eased back from her hold then took her hands in his and led her to the shower.

“Can I play some more with it later?” she asked, not realizing how sexy her innocent question sounded until Gage groaned.

“Yes, sweetie. Later, when we’re alone and don’t have a house full of family waiting for you to make an appearance, you can play with it some more,” Gage said as he turned on the water in the shower.

Daria allowed him to hurry her into the shower, but once they were both wet and soapy, she began to rub her breasts against him, wanting to feel him inside her.

“Fuck me, Gage. Please?”

“Mmmm, love to,” he moaned, and then his eyes popped open. “Shit, condom. Stay right there and I’ll be back in a flash.” He opened the shower door and disappeared into the bedroom before she could translate his quickly spoken words.

By the time she understood he was back—wet, naked, and rolling the condom down his fully engorged cock. As soon as he closed the shower door, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, rubbing their bodies together as the water splashed down on them.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured as he lowered his head and kissed her. He stroked both hands up and down her body from shoulders to ass cheeks and back again.

“You, too,” Daria said against his lips.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tried to pull herself up his body. His cock pressing into her belly was fine, but she wanted it sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck me, Gage. Please, take me now,” she breathed as she stood on tiptoes then wrapped one leg around his thick, muscular thighs.

She was not sure whether it was the long delay in his gratification or urgency of the situation downstairs, but she suddenly found herself airborne as Gage cupped her ass and lifted her.

“Hang on, angel, this is going to be quick.”

Wrapping both legs around his waist, Daria tightened her grip as he lifted her higher and higher until her breasts were in his face. He kissed her sternum then pressed quick, sucking kisses to each breast before he slowly lowered her onto his cock. He felt so good and so big that Daria’s eyes closed involuntarily. She began to pant as she fought to keep from orgasming just by having him enter her.

“Oh my God,” she breathed when he was fully within her.

“You okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Oh my God,” she moaned before opening her eyes and meeting his concerned blue ones. “No, I’m fine. Now fuck me, dammit.”

She sounded bitchy to her own ears, but she was beyond needy and he had the magic to cure her. Her gruff demand seemed to be just what Gage liked. He made a soft growly noise as he began to move his hips. He held her pressed between his chest and the shower wall while he fucked her with gentle power and slowly increasing speed.

“You feel so good,” he groaned as his hips began to slam harder and faster into hers.

“You do, too. I’m close. So. Close,” Daria said then dropped her head and bit the top of his shoulder to keep from screaming so loud that the whole neighborhood would hear her. “Come with me?”

“Oh fuck,” Gage groaned.

He thrust deep twice more before holding her so her clit was pressed to the base of his cock. Daria felt him pulsing and twitching and smiled. Her pussy continued to spasm around the thick cock, massaging it. That action caused Gage to groan several more times and occasionally pull back and try to thrust even deeper. His random movements turned her orgasm from one single peak to a rolling reaction that rumbled through her until she could not tell where one ended and the next one began.

When they finally came back down to Earth, Gage rinsed them off once more. He eased his cock from her core then set her on her feet. Daria could barely move and leaned against the tiled wall of the shower to watch with what had to be a goofy grin as Gage grabbed a towel and quickly wiped himself down.

When he pulled her from the shower and began to dry her off, she tried to take the towel from him. “I can do this myself,” she said.

“But I like touching you,” he responded without stopping. Once she was thoroughly dry, he set her on the counter between the two sinks and walked out of the room.

Before Daria could get her muscles to cooperate enough to follow, he returned with the bag of clothes he had bought for her. In less than a minute, he had her dressed in the bra and T-shirt he had bought her.

“Here, brush your hair.” He pulled a brand-new comb out of the bag and handed it to her.

Daria did not argue, just swiped the comb through her hair as she usually did and tossed it on the counter. She jumped down and had to catch herself when her knees wobbled so badly they would not hold her up.

Taking several deep breaths, she walked into the bedroom and retrieved her pants. By the time she’d finished dressing, he was dressed down to his shoes and was pulling the bed together.

“Gage?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you think this thing will work? Between the three of us, I mean,” she said as he fluffed the pillows and piled them on the bed.

He came to her and pulled her to lean against his chest, holding her securely. “It will work if we want it to. We’ll be able to talk more when everyone goes home tonight, but for now just know that Roman and I care for you more than you will ever really understand. Now why don’t you go on downstairs? I have to get something out of the safe, and I’ll be right behind you.”

Though she wanted to argue, Daria left the bedroom instead, closing the door behind her. She glanced across the landing and found the door to the guestroom closed as well. So Gage was trying to protect her by letting everyone think she had slept alone last night. If only they knew the truth.

As she descended the stairs to the foyer, Daria’s mood dropped from an “I got laid twice in an hour” high to an “oh my God, Mrs. Stone is dead and I’m alone, homeless, and unemployed” low so quickly that she was dizzy by the time she reached the open front door. When she saw Roman standing outside talking to Kelso, she could not help herself. Walking outside she wrapped herself around him.

* * * *

Gage walked around the room several times before he felt steady enough to rejoin the crowd downstairs. After retrieving the envelope Roman asked for, he descended the stairs. When he saw Daria out on the porch snuggled up against Roman, the jealous feeling he thought he had conquered earlier returned with a vengeance. Instead of stomping out and making a scene, he went into the kitchen and pulled a soda out of the refrigerator. Then he pulled out the apple ugly pastry he had bought for Daria and put it on a plate.

He smiled and spoke to people as he wandered the house before going out onto the porch to join his Master and their woman.

“Here, angel, you need to eat,” he said, handing her the plate and can. Turning, he left quickly, his gut churning with the dark emotions that filled him knowing she had gone to Roman as soon as she had left him.

Chapter 9

It was late afternoon before the house finally emptied so that Roman, Gage, and Daria were alone. At one point Roman, Gage and Kelso had closed themselves in the library to make calls regarding the house and Mrs. Stone’s death. As they took care of business, Daria stayed in the kitchen washing dishes, dealing with food that kept arriving, and consoling those who were hurting.

She kept her own sorrow buried deep and helped the others deal with theirs. She did notice that Gage seemed to be avoiding both her and Roman while Roman seemed to be touching her or checking on her every few minutes.

After everyone left, she warmed two casseroles and set them out for dinner. When Gage came in from the garage, he did not speak or look at either of them. She frowned and began to worry something was bothering the big man.

They sat and ate without a word. She glanced several times at Gage, who did not look up from his plate. When she looked to Roman, he was studying Gage intently. Shrugging that maybe it was just the stress of the day darkening his mood, Daria focused on her own dinner.

Only when they had finished eating did Roman break the tense silence. “Pet, you’d better tell me what’s wrong, or I’m going to take you upstairs and beat it out of you.”

Daria gasped at the visual image his words provoked, but bit her lip to keep from saying anything. Though her pussy clenched and her jeans immediately grew damp, this was a moment to watch and learn.

Gage shrugged as he stood and cleared his dishes from the table. “I’m fine.”

“No, you are not. You have been snippy and sullen all day. I want to know why. Now spill it.” Roman stood and grabbed the big man when he tried to walk out of the room.

When Gage turned, Daria’s heart clenched at the tears that spilled from his eyes. “I’m a prick, okay? I’m scared you’re going to kick me to the street. I’m jealous that Daria was able to snuggle up to you today in front of everyone and I couldn’t. And I’m feeling guilty because I shouldn’t be jealous, but I can’t seem to stop myself!”