Title: Who He Is
Author: Shanora Williams writing as S.Q. Williams
Release Date: July 18th, 2013
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design
She’ll ignore him, she’ll dislike his ways, she’ll do anything to try and stay away from him until Gage finally gets her to slip up and give in. She agrees on a casual fling with Gage, but soon they’ll both see how the fling will blur into something they can’t control and when it’s finally time for Eliza to go and accomplish her own dreams, she’ll know there’s more she took from Gage than she ever thought possible.
Lifting his hands, Gage gripped the edge of the pool and pressed his arousal against me. When he was done tasting my neck, he devoured my lips, and I couldn’t help it; I wrapped my arms around his neck. My legs squeezed tighter around him, wanting to feel his hardness against me. It was turning me on in more ways than one. His silky tongue, although laced with alcohol, tasted sweet as it ran over mine.
He started to rub against me and I moaned, running my fingers through his slick hair. His hard chest was pressed firmly against mine, no space between us. The little nibbles and bites he took of my lower lip were driving me insane. His fingers that snuck beneath my bathing suit to slide inside me caused my moans to grow louder and his lips to fall so he could grunt against my neck.
I was spiraling, bucking against him once again. “You like that?” he whispered gruffly in my ear. He reached behind me with his other hand and unhooked the top of my bathing suit. I could have stopped him, but I didn’t. A growl came from his throat as he stared at my bare chest.
I nodded my head at his question, my body begging him to continue. Who knew his fingers could be so magical? He was pushing in and out of me, circling his thumb across my core. I was so close. My fingernails bit into his skin and he went faster, faster, faster, sending me higher and higher… but then he just stopped. Right when I was about to reach the point of it all.
“What the hell are you doing?” I breathed raggedly, aggravated.
He smirked, looking into my eyes and pulling his fingers out of my bottoms. I wanted to beg for his fingers not to leave, but I didn’t. It would have been too embarrassing and shallow. “Since we’re only ‘friends,’ I can’t give you the full effect.”
I scowled at him. “You’re kidding.” He raised an eyebrow. “Right?
“No, Ellie. Let’s just do this shit. I swear it’ll be fun.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, but I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Nothing between us has to change. It doesn’t have to be serious and I think if we try to continue this little war, someone’s gonna get hurt. Why not just give in to the temptation? We can still be friends, but maybe we can involve the bed and handcuffs I brought up to before at the club?”
He gave a lazy smirk and I snickered. I thought it over, replaying the conversation Montana and I had just moments ago, knowing he was right. I wanted to do more things with Gage than I thought, and with him giving me an orgasm the night before, I was desperate and in need of more. It was bad, but it felt good to be satisfied—to reach the point of bliss and not come down for hours. I didn’t want anyone else in the band to try and give me that kind of satisfaction. Gage was my best bet, so I shrugged and thought to myself, Fuck it. Montana was right. I had to take risks and I was going to be taking a big one with Gage Grendel.
“Okay,” I said right before kissing him and allowing him to finish what he started.