“Yeah, Kate. I want to f**k you, over and over, filling you up with my cock, feel your hot wet p**sy around my cock. I want to f**k you, Kate. Please, I want to f**k you now.”
Kate held herself above him for just a moment, then brought her body down hard onto Gage’s cock. He gasped, the sudden sensation of her surrounding him, the pulsing heat of Kate making him shudder.
Gage thrust his h*ps upward as hard as he could, meeting Kate’s body as she rode him. He watched her above him, her hands clutching her br**sts, rubbing and pulling her own n**ples, her head back, eyes closed. Gage thought there was nothing more beautiful that that image.
And then his body took over, his c*ck twitching in anticipation of his cli**x, his h*ps thrusting erratically. Kate was working her h*ps in a circular motion, his c*ck being worked back and forth, sliding in and out of her body.
With a suddenness that surprised him, he was coming, calling out her name, digging his fingers into Kate’s hips. He threw his head back, eyes tightly closed, a rushing sound filling his head. He heard her cry out, from a distance, her body rocking and shuddering beneath his hands as she came. There was a sudden wave of wetness across his balls as Kate’s cli**x peaked, flooding him with her juices.
Gage watched Kate above him, her movements finally slowing, still holding her br**sts. She slowly opened her eyes, looking down at him.
“I think we christened the bedroom, Gage.” She kissed him softly, slowly moving off of him, curling up in the crook of his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, we did.” He kissed the top of her head. “You know, though, there are a lot more rooms to christen. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”
He felt Kate laugh and then they both drifted off to sleep.
***
The next few weeks passed in a blur of activity for Kate. Gage gave her free reign with the apartment, every room hers to decorate except his studio. She went into a decorating frenzy, picking out paint colors and fabrics, furniture and dishes, everything she wanted to make their apartment home.
Gage had a small music studio installed in one room. She watched in amazement as myriad pieces of elaborate equipment was delivered and somehow crammed into the small space. She had no idea what any of it did, but Gage seemed happy with each new addition, patiently explaining what it did, how it made some kind of contribution to making music. She gave up trying to understand after a time, letting him talk, happy to see him excited and happy.
But Kate had also been worried; Gage seemed distant some days, spending hours in his studio, writing and recording songs. She didn’t believe it had anything to do with her. He was as attentive and loving as ever, even more so now that they were together so much of the time.
She’d woken up late at night, realizing the bed was empty, only to find Gage had gotten up after they’d made love, going back to his studio. She’d slip on a robe, walk down the hall and find him watching concert footage on his laptop, a faraway look in his eyes, as if he were watching someone else. As if he was watching a long-lost friend, not himself up on stage.
But when she tried to talk to him, he’d smile, tell her nothing was wrong, everything was great. He’d close the laptop, take her out of the studio and take her back to bed. It hurt her to think they had something they couldn’t talk about. But no matter how she approached the issue, Gage still maintained everything was fine, there wasn’t anything to talk about. It weighed on her that he was pretending to be happy with their domestic life, but he was longing to be back on stage, to be performing for his fans.
They’d had a surprise phone call a few months after the move. They’d learned a few weeks earlier that Jeremy had quit the band shortly after the last tour. They’d replaced him with Chad, someone Gage knew well. Chad had called, asking if he could visit them in New York. Gage had hesitated, not sure how Kate would feel, but she told him he should reconnect with his friends. She hoped seeing Chad would lift the funk he was in, give him a connection with his music she felt he needed.
When Chad had shown up at the apartment door, Gage had welcomed him, taking Chad immediately to his studio, playing some of his new songs for him, listening to what he’d been doing before he’d been hired to replace Jeremy.
Kate had been in the studio with them, listening to Gage singing the song he’d sung for Kate. She’d gone to get some drinks, walking slowly back down the hall, balancing glasses and beer bottles. She was outside the studio door when she heard Gage talking; he sounded defensive, almost angry. Chad’s voice was indistinct. And then she heard Gage say her name. She stopped in the hall, next to the open door.
“I’ve made a decision here, Chad. Kate is the most important thing in the world to me. Yeah, I miss it, miss performing, being on stage. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. But this is what Kate needs right now, and I want to make her happy.”
“Yeah, man, I get wanting to make her happy. But what about your happiness, buddy? You’re going to end up hating yourself…hating her, even if you made this choice. I’ve seen this happen before, man. One day you’ll wake up and realize all that you’ve lost and you’ll blame her for every bit of it. You aren’t living if you’re living for someone else.”
“It’s not like that, Chad. I’d never blame Kate for this. I’m happy, so let’s drop it.”
Kate jostled the tray in her hands, the glasses clinking together. Gage stepped into the hall, almost knocking her over.
“Oh, hey. Thanks. I’ll take that.” He reached for the tray, looking down at Kate. He hesitated, then took the tray back into the studio.
“Hey, Chad, help yourself to a beer. I’ll be right back. There’s a track I want you to hear. It’s already loaded, the headphones are right there.” Gage pulled the studio door shut, taking Kate by the arm and leading her to their bedroom. He closed the door softly behind them, leaning against it.
Kate was silent, waiting for Gage to speak. He hesitated a long time, finally coming to stand in front of her.
“Kate, what you heard…it’s not what it sounded like. I’m happy here, you know that.”
“Gage, I get your happy with me. But there should be more to your life than just me, just us. You’re a musician, and a good one. You’ve given that up and I can’t help it…I think maybe you made a mistake.”
She saw conflicting emotions flash across Gage’s face. When he spoke, his voice was tense; she could see his jaw clench.
“Kate, I’ll say this again: it was my choice. I’m happy with it. If you’re not happy, then you need to figure out why. Don’t turn this back on me.”
Kate moved to Gage, touching his arm. “Gage, no, that’s not it. I am happy, you know that. But I didn’t give up my dream for you. I lost my job, but that job wasn’t my dream. You gave up a piece of your heart, your soul, for me. I see that, when you’re in your studio, and now when you’re talking with Chad.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Gage, but I think we need to take a second look at your decision. I know you made it to be with me, but did you think what it would be like weeks or months down the road? Maybe not.”
Gage sighed, pulling Kate against his chest. “I don’t want to put anything ahead of you in my life, Kate. Not again. I’m not sure how I could manage being on tour again and away from you for so long at a time. I couldn’t handle it. We’ve been apart for long enough.” He kissed her forehead.
***
“I’ve got an idea.” Kate plopped down on the couch next to Gage. She’d been listening to him strumming out the melody for a new song. Chad had left a few days before and Gage and Kate had spent the time since really discussing their future together. Gage had finally admitted, almost tearfully, that he did miss performing, but he was more afraid of losing Kate than he was of giving up performing.
“What’s your idea? New paint color for the bedroom? You can’t repaint the room every other week, Kate.” Gage shifted on the couch, setting aside his guitar.
“No, not that…or, not now. This is different. I think we should go on a vacation. Get away from New York for a few weeks, go someplace exotic maybe.” Kate waited anxiously for Gage’s reply. He’d become almost a recluse lately and she really wanted to shake up his routine.
“Vacation? Hmm, yeah. I think that’s a good idea. Where to?”
Kate leaned forward, kissing Gage quickly, sliding off the couch. “I’m not telling. I want to do this for you, plan the whole thing. Is that okay?”
Gage laughed, picking up his guitar. “Sure thing. You did a great job with the apartment, except for repainting the bedroom six times. I guess I can trust you to plan out a vacation.” He ducked as Kate took a playful swipe at his head, still laughing as she headed to her office.
***
The morning of their departure, Gage had tried hard to guess where they were headed, but Kate had refused to answer any questions, finally refusing to even speak. They’d gotten to the airport before she even gave Gage his passport.
“Okay, Kate, tell me where we’re going. I can’t stand this anymore. You wouldn’t let me pack, you’ve been locked in your office for days and I’m not used to not knowing what is going on. Tell me where we’re going, baby. Come on.”
Kate smiled. “Alright. Just a few more minutes and you’ll know everything.” She led him to a flight information kiosk. Scanning the screen, she ran her finger down the list of international flights, stopping at one listing.
“That’s our flight.” She flashed a look at Gage, watching as his forehead crinkled in confusion.
“Kate, that’s Germany, Oberhausen.” He turned to her, not understanding.
“What have you done?”
Kate took his hands. “What I should have done a long time ago.” She took a deep breath.
“You need this, you need to be on tour, and you need to be living your dream. This flight will connect you with your band and you’ll have a few days to relax before the tour picks up.”
“But… what are you going to do, Kate? How does this work for you?” Gage’s eyes were locked on hers, worry creasing the corners.
“I’m a writer; I should be able to write from anywhere, right? And you’re a rockstar, with an exciting life and stories to tell; stories that I think would make for a fantastic book. A book that I’m going to write.”
Gage looked at her for a long moment. Then a smile spread across his face, that smile she loved.
“So, you’ve got this all planned out then, do ya? The world according to Kate?” He laughed, throwing his head back. Kate smiled; it had been a long time since she’d heard that laugh.
“Are you sure about this?”
Kate nodded, smiling, her heart lost in the pleasure, in the knowing that Gage would protect what they have and that he’d never again let her go.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Her words were a soothing caress to his conscious that ached for certainty. He wanted nothing but the best for Kate, to give her everything her heart desired. In that moment, he could see as clear as day that the only thing she really wanted was him. With a deep sigh, Gage pulled her close, holding her cheeks with his hands. Studying her face for a brief moment, making sure that this was what she really wanted, he lifted her chin and kissed her gently. Kate inhaled deeply as his arms encircled her, banding tight around her before, cradling her face against his chest.