Page 103 of Oracles Always Win

“Nope, don’t look at me like that,”Isaid asIshoved my pants and underwear down and kicked them toward the rest of my clothes. “Notuntil later.”

Gagegrunted in obvious appreciation of my naked body, which was silly.Mybody was just average.His, on the other hand…Yummy.Isalivated at the mere thought of his muscular torso.Mytongue curled in my mouth.Ibet it really would be fun to drag my tongue over all the hills and valleys of his pecs and his abs and hisAdonisbelt…

“Jake…”Gagesaid again, this time with a hint of warning, like he was barely resisting the urge to throw me onto the bed and do wonderful things to me.Butthat wasn’t happening untilIwas sureIno longer smelled of puke and sweat and everything gross.

Iscurried into the obscenely tiny bathroom with its obscenely tiny shower stall.

Thewarm water felt amazing.Icould have stayed in there forever, butIdidn’t want to use up all the hot water.Ialso knew my sexy demon was waiting for me.SoIsoaped up and rinsed off as quickly asIcould.WhenIwas done,Ibrushed my teeth.

Iopened the bathroom door to findGagewaiting for me.Beforehe got any ideas,Istepped into the hallway and nudged him into the bathroom.Helet out an amused huff but took the hint and started stripping off his clothing.

Mygaze waltzed over his broad shoulders, across his tight nipples, and down to his belly button.Hisneck and upper torso were covered in the new tattoo-like lines that’d shown up when we bonded.Iwanted to study them, soIknew what the future had in store for us.Iknew the visions marking our bodies would be beautiful and amazing and full of love.

Thenhe slid his pants down andIswallowed hard.Hard, ha!Everythingabout him was hard, including his erect cock, which was a thing of beauty standing proud with its glistening slit and veined length.

HolyKandinsky.Hewas so fucking sexy.

Wouldhe sit for me?Letme paint him?Iloved that idea, but the painting would just be for me.Noone else got to see myGage.

Iwas sure his heated gaze saw my every reaction—the flush racing over my still damp skin, the hardening of my cock under the towel wrapped around my hips, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.

Whatwould a tongue bath entail exactly?

“Ifyou want me showered before we do anything, you need to go into the bedroom and quit looking at me like that.”

DidIwant that?Imean, my ultimate fantasy was standing right in front of me.WhywasIquibbling over cleanliness?

“I’llbe right out,”Gagesaid with a gruff voice, then he tugged the towel from my hips and shut the door in my face.

Ittook way too long for my brain to engage again and send me shuffling into the bedroom.

Spreadacross the end of the bed were fresh clothes.Hehad gone into the inn, the reckless idiot.Still, the idea of clean clothes was so appealingIwasn’t going to complain about it.He’dfound a pair of jeans, some socks, and my boxer briefs with lollipops on them.Wasthat his way of saying he hadn’t forgotten that he wanted to lick me?Ishivered in anticipation.Theshirt, though,Ididn’t recognize.Itwasn’t mine.Iheld it up.Twoof me could fit in it; it had to beGage’s.

Iloved it.

Mydirty clothes were missing from the corner, andIwondered ifGagehad shoved them into his laundry basket.Apang ofsomethingshuddered through me at the thought of all our dirty clothes being mixed up together.Thatwas weird, right?Tofeel like my filthy clothes being shoved in with his was some sign of intimacy.Butit was just so… domestic.

Thenagain, we were essentially married.

Mybrain skittered back a few steps and said that again.Wewere essentially married.

I’dmarried a guyI’dknown less than a week.Ifmy mother were still alive, this would have killed her.

ButIdidn’t regret anything.Howwe’d come together and how our lives had merged was magical.Likeit was meant to be.Gagehad called us fated mates, and deep insideIknew it was true.

Shoot.I’dforgotten to check out the new markings on my neck and chest in the little mirror in the bathroom.Ilooked down at my body and tried to see them, but it was impossible.Ifit was anything like the markings on the other bonded mates,Isuspected mine would matchGage’s.

Igrinned.Ineeded him to get out here, soIcould show him just how excitedIwas about our bond.Itook the clothes he’d brought me and tucked them into the narrow shelf beside the bed.ThenIstretched out on the bed, fully naked, and waited.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

JAKE

Gagedidn’t keep me waiting long, but it still felt like an eternity.Iwas almost ready to duck under the covers, increasingly unsettled by my ongoing nakedness, when he stepped into the small room.Hismouth stretched into a wicked grin as his gaze swept over me.Hetugged the bedroom door shut behind him, even thoughIwas sure no one would come into the motorhome right now.

Hedropped the towel and let it fall to the floor in a very un-Gagelike action.Thenhe was crawling over the bed toward me.Hedidn’t stop until his exquisitely muscular body covered mine, and as our hips aligned, our hard lengths rubbed against one another.Igroaned and tilted my hips to get more friction.Iloved having him against me.

Andthank fuckingMatissethis morning hadn’t been an anomaly.Mydick was still behaving.