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  Gage hated the idea that Cummings had gotten the better of him by just existing, so he decided the best way to get over it was to take his wife out. He pulled out his favorite gun and holstered it, hooking it onto his belt. If the fucker came at him tonight, he could shoot the bastard before he got a chance to come after Hope.

  Once they kissed their baby boy, they headed out for a night of dinner and dancing. One of Gage's favorite things was to hold Hope in his arms as they swayed to music. "Where are we going?"

  The last time he took her out, they came home to make baby number two. The feel of her hands over his body always sent lust shooting through him. Dancing with her was like a slow, sensual tease, leading to a night full of orgasms. "I'm feeling an itch to take my best girl dancing in San Antonio where we met. How does that sound?"

  "Wonderful, Mr. Gibson." They held hands the entire drive, feeling a little relaxed since the man he put on Cummings had him still in Austin. A message would beep on Gage's phone every thirty minutes to let them know the baby was okay.

  "How is he?"

  "Perfect. Now, Mrs. Gibson, let's have a great time." They parked on the roof of the parking garage and headed to the square. Tonight was a major festival, and they planned to dance their hearts out. The sound of mariachis filled the air. "Ooh, I'd never danced before we met and yet, I can't get enough, Hope."

  She started to sway to the rhythm, and words of Sin Ti strummed from the musicians. She hummed the words as he pulled her close, dancing in the streets like the rest of the tourists and residents.

  "This has been a wonderful night. I almost forgot about our problems. This is only the second time I've been without Johnny, but knowing your mother is taking care of him makes me feel secure." Gage’s mother would do everything she could to protect her grandson. Plus, Bill would be there and he’d do anything to help Gage.

  "I know. God, you look so damn hot with that smile. I can't wait to strip this dress off your body, Hope." He growled, pressing her against his stiff cock. All thoughts of dancing took on a new meaning to him. He wanted to take her on the nearest surface and screw her brains out.

  "Feed me and then maybe I'll serve you dessert."

  “Suddenly, I’m famished.” He rubbed his stomach and then licked his lips with his eyes trained on her pussy.

  Throughout dinner, the couple made comments to drive the other insane. "I'm going to forget that we're in public and bend you over the table."

  "Oh, come, now. We've had this discussion before. You don't want to share me with anyone."

  "Then let's get the check." He raised his hand in the air, getting their waitress’s attention.

  “Is everything okay?”

  "Everything was fabulous. Can we get the check?" Gage asked. She nodded, taking their plates.

  "You sounded so impatient."

  "I am. You know damn well how I get, especially when I want to take you deep and hard."

  "Um...here you go." The waitress came back with her face flushed, causing Hope to turn a deep shade of red. Gage pulled out his wallet and stuffed his card into the slot in the sleeve of the bill holder.

  "You'll have to ignore my husband. He can be a beast." She reached over and patted Gage’s hand.

  "Lucky woman." She winked at Hope before walking away.

  "A beast? You haven't seen anything yet. I don't think we'll make it all the way home." Gage adjusted his cock under the table so as not to attract attention to his painful erection.

  "Ooh. Tempting." Hope leaned forward, giving him an extra tease of her ample cleavage.

  "Keep it up and I'm going to nut all over those bad boys,” he growled.

  "Um...please sign the top copy. The rest you can keep. Enjoy the rest of your night." Shit, she needs to click her heels when she walks.

  "Holy shit. You got that girl all worked up."

  "Sorry. Shit. Damn it. See what you do to me, Hope?" He pulled her out of her chair and pressed his lips to hers.

  "DA Gibson?" a man called out from the table behind them.

  Gage turned and recognized a judge he’d rarely agreed with. He didn’t have proof, but he thought the judge had been on the take. "Oh, hello, Judge Rivera. It's been a long time."

  "Same here. I hear you retired to become a cowboy—now I see why." His lecherous gaze roamed over Hope, pissing Gage off.

  Trying to not ruin their night, he held back the threat to the judge. "Sir, this is my wife, Hope. Hope, this is Oscar Rivera, one of the circuit judges in Austin."

  "It's a pleasure." She reached to shake his hand, but Gage stopped it. He didn’t want that dirty bastard anywhere near his wife.

  "So pretty. I can't believe you'd ever get married."

  Gage bristled at the comment. He took Hope’s hand in his and kissed the back of it. “The right woman can make a man do anything. Have a good night.” He couldn’t hold in the anger for another minute. Every word had been an insult to him and his wife.

  As they left the restaurant, Gage apologized to Hope. “I’m sorry that he said that.”

  She stopped them and said, “Don’t apologize for him. I’m not jealous of the past. You’ve already told me that it had been a long time. You’re mine now.”

  “Good. As long as you know that you’re all I ever think about. I didn’t know what love was until I met you.” Gage hadn’t been with anyone when he was a lawyer, but that hadn’t stopped the women from trying. After all, he was tall, handsome, and powerful.

  "I know. Don't let anyone sour our mood, cowboy. I want that big dick, and you've worked me up so much that I wanted to show him why you married me."

  "Fucking hell. I don't think we're going to make it out of the parking garage if you keep that shit going."

  "Okay, DA Gibson, I'll behave." Gage did a cursory search of the vehicle, but it was just to ease his mind. The security team had already given him the all clear just after they left the restaurant.

  The drive back to the ranch seemed to take forever as they both squirmed with lustful need. The second they came through the door, they were met by Gage’s mother. “There’s our little man. We missed you.”

  “Sorry, he wasn’t ready to go down for the night.” It was well past midnight, but maybe the baby knew that they weren’t home.

  “That’s fine. I missed my little guy.” From the look on Gage’s face, everyone knew that wasn’t what he had in mind. He scooped up his son and kissed his cheek.

  “Thank you for watching him.” Hope hugged her mother-in-law.

  “Anytime. He’s my sweet little boy. Grandma loves him. Bill, walk me to my car so we can leave them alone.” She winked and kissed Gage’s cheek and then hugged Hope one more time. She knew where Gage hoped the night would lead, so she hurried out of there. “Goodnight, chubbers. Grandma loves you.” She squeezed his chunky hand and kissed his cheeks.

  For the next half an hour, Gage and Hope played with Johnathan until he fell asleep.

  “In our bedroom, now,” Gage said in a growly whisper. His cock straining against his zipper for the past several hours had finally reached his breaking point. She giggled while power-walking to their room. She didn’t wait for him to shut the door before tossing her dress over her head. She’d been as equally horny and needed to have Gage between her legs any way he pleased as long as she came for him. Knowing Gage, it would be more than once.

  Having slipped off her dress, Hope stood there in a pair of lacy white panties and bra. Her small baby bump added to the territorial caveman that Gage became with her. He took pride in knowing she carried his baby, and that turned him on beyond belief. He tugged his white T-shirt over his head while Hope gazed in adoration at his perfectly sculpted body.

  "My cowboy," she purred, running her hands over his abs and up his chest. Taking her hands off of him, he gripped her wrists with one strong hand of his. Swiftly he lowered her down back onto the bed, kissing the tops of her breasts and working up to her mouth.

  She dropped her head back, giving Gage more of her
neck to taste. His strong hand cupped the base of her skull as he skimmed his lips over her heated flesh. "Ah," she moaned, sliding her hands over his broad shoulders as they flexed with sexual tension.

  "Gage," she whimpered as a call for more, rolling her hips and grazing his cock through his jeans.

  He lost his mind when her aching core searched for satisfaction against his shaft. "I need you, Hope." He stood up and took off his belt, followed by gingerly lowering his zipper so he could finally breathe. The bulge that wasn’t the least bit hidden had been freed, causing Hope’s mouth to water with her intent clear in her eyes. Sucking his cock always turned her on, but Gage wasn’t having that tonight. He shook his head and pointed to the mattress. She smirked, knowing the effect she had on her husband.

  He was too worked up to let her talented mouth loose on him. “No, your mouth has been teasing me all night. Now, I need to be in your warmth.” Standing there in all his naked glory, he waited for her to behave, grabbing his shaft and stroking it.

  “Since you can’t keep your eyes off my dick, get on all fours, Mrs. Gibson.” He knew how much she loved to be ridden hard. He didn’t trust himself with her round ass in his face, but those gorgeous eyes were too wicked for him to take. With a swat on her ass, she got on her knees, jutting her ass out for him. Her lace panties soaked with creamy need caught Gage’s attention. He dipped his finger past the material and listened to the sound of her pussy sucking up his finger.

  “You need it, baby, don’t you?”

  “Yes. God, Gage. I need you.” He bent down, hooked his fingers under the lace band, and dragged them off her body and then pressed his greedy tongue into her slit. She gasped and moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass into his face. His fingertips dug into her cheeks as he ate her out from behind. Pulling off her pulsing pussy, he replaced his mouth with his thick rod, thrusting home.

  “Your pussy is so damn delicious. I almost came eating you up. But I want to be balls deep into your slit when I nut. I want to feel your walls flex out of control as you come for me. Spread them thighs wider.” He pushed her forward and climbed onto the bed, drilling her faster and faster. She turned to stare at him, and he could see that she was ready to come hard. Reaching around, he pinched her clit, sending her flying over the edge and taking him with her. He came, dumping every last drop of come inside her. Pregnant or not, he loved to fill Hope up with all of his load. He pulled out of his wife and fell to the side, tugging her down beside him.

  “Now I’m going to sleep well.” She sighed. Just then the baby woke up wailing. As she started to get up, he pushed her back down.

  “I’ll deal with the baby. You need sleep. I’m not done with you tonight.” He winked, then slipped on some pajama pants and went to get the baby. Hope smiled after being thoroughly well-fucked and fell into deep sleep.

  Chapter 5

  The middle of July swept brutally through Texas with a massive heat wave and still no contact from Cummings. Unfortunately, with the constant intense heat, many of the cameras glitched, so the security company was coming up to install cooling systems and heat-resistant housings.

  Many of the fields were feeling the burn as well, limiting the pastures. Gage had forgotten all of the little nuances that could turn a good day into a bad one on a cattle ranch. Lately, he had a lot of bad ones.

  To Hope's dismay, Gage found himself working longer hours out in the field. She wanted her husband home more often, but that wasn't in the cards at the moment.

  This morning she decided to work on her computer in the office to keep herself busy. As soon as Gage left with Bill, she fed Johnny, played with him, and then set him up in his play yard with the monitor next to her desk. She would bring him into the office, but she needed a few minutes alone.

  Hope checked her email at eight thirty, most of it spam or bills, but one caught her attention. It came from an email address that looked personal. Why she clicked on it, she didn’t know, but when she did, her heart nearly burst out of her chest.

  Dear daughter,

  It's so wonderful to see you filling out with my second grandchild. I miss you terribly. I wish you the best. Your mother would be pleased. Let’s do lunch one day.

  Love always, your father.

  She gasped at the brief message. Her hand fisted the mouse extremely tightly to the point that the hardened plastic cracked. She hadn’t realized it until the plastic pinched her palm. “Ouch.” The mark was small, but she had a blood blister building up under the skin. Ignoring it, she went back to the email.

  Hope read it again and again, looking for some reason, some rationale for it. Was this a mind fuck? She knew of the confrontation with Gage at Dax’s office and Cummings’s instigation. Did he do this to get at her? Had the old bastard lost his mind?

  The sound of the front door swinging open startled her out of her seat. No one should be in here. She reached for the hidden gun, ready to fight. Soft footsteps crept closer to the door. Someone turned the handle slowly, opening it. She let out a squeal and kicked it closed.

  “Hope, what the fuck? Who the fuck is in there with you?” Gage roared from the other side.

  “Oh my God. Gage, I’m sorry.” She opened the door, still holding the revolver, but he didn’t see it because he was too busy scanning the room for his replacement. He looked around the room, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

  He didn’t think she would do that to him, but with the problems on the ranch, he’d been neglecting her and Johnny more and more. He had too many damn ranch hands that would love to have a woman as wonderful as Hope.

  When his gaze returned to her, he spotted the weapon in her hand. “Hope, what’s going on? Is there someone else in the house?”

  “No. You startled me. I didn’t expect you to come back and your footsteps were so low.”

  “I was trying to surprise you. Why are you so jumpy?”

  She set the gun down on the desk and took a long pause before she said, “Gage…I received an email.”

  “An email?”

  Gage’s mind was still trying to process what she meant when she added, “From Cummings.”

  “What?” he snarled out, walking around to the desk. She left the email open to the letter. He read it and nearly lost his mind. He whipped out his phone and rushed out of the office and to the front door, checking the locks. Then he went to get his son out of his play yard. The thought of someone coming after them sent a chill down his spine.

  Dax finally answered on the last ring. “What’s up, Gage?”

  “We’ve got a problem. That bastard contacted her today.”

  “Where? When?”

  “She got an email from him.” The rage in his voice actually sent chills up Dax’s spine and raised the hairs on his arms. He knew his friend was one step away from murder.

  “When?” Gage walked back behind the desk, handing Johnny to Hope as she stood and watched with horror and fascination. Gage grabbed the gun and stored it back in the drawer before he checked the message.

  Once he found the time stamp, he said, “About twenty-one minutes ago.”

  “He didn’t send—”

  Gage cut him off. “What the fuck do you mean he didn’t send it?” Everything in the letter screamed Cummings. It had his name written all over it. Fuming with indignation, he began to distrust his longtime friend. Gage knew it was only because Dax didn’t take Cummings as seriously as Gage did, but then again, Dax had his own wife to be fretting over.

  “Look, I’m not saying he didn’t write it or have someone do it for him, but he didn’t actually send it. He’s in the hospital. There was an attack on his life this morning. He’s in the hospital sedated at the moment.”

  “What?”

  “I have to ask you where you were this morning.”

  Gage jumped back out of his chair, pacing the room. “What the fuck? You’re turning out to be a piss-poor friend, Chambers.”

  “Calm your ass down. I don’t think you did shit, but you’re one of the
few people that would love to whoop his ass, and a half dozen people witnessed you nearly getting your hands on him outside my office.” Dax had a point, and Gage knew it. The police would look at him first.

  “Fuck. I was here all day yesterday, and this morning I started working on the ranch at six, and I have my crew to prove it along with the surveillance cameras around the place, if needed.”

  Dax released a harsh sigh. “Thank God. I knew you wouldn’t, but they will be coming to visit you.”

  “So that fucker gets the police to help him when he deserves to rot in hell, but nothing can be done to protect my family.”

  “You know that’s not the case. Everyone gets the same damn treatment even if we’d wished someone finished the job, but they’re not trying too hard.”

  “It’s still fucking bullshit. I want the fucker to die. I know that’s the only way I’ll believe Hope is safe.”

  “You might not want to go around shouting that shit out.”

  “I know. I have to go. Are you going to look into it?”

  "Of course I'm going to look into it. I'll have the forensic team over there in the next two hours."

  "Good. I expect to get the same damn treatment as that fucker."

  "I'm sorry that you doubt me, Gage, but you’ve got to know that I wouldn't do that to you. I want him as far away from all of us as possible."

  "I've really gotta go." Gage ended the call and then patted his thigh for Hope to sit on his lap. She cradled the baby to her chest as she sat on Gage.

  "What are we going to do?"

  "I'm not going to let him get to either of you, no matter what has to happen. I live for you, Hope. He can pull this bullshit, but I'm not falling for it." He rubbed circles on her back, trying to get her to calm down.

  "Do you think he's faking the attack?"

  "It's a possibility. Or he crossed the wrong people. He’s the type of person to steal from a crook, and that never ends well.”

  “Thank you for being my hero, Gage. Regardless of whether he dies or goes to prison, I just want a life with you and the family we’re making.” Careful not to squish the baby, she leaned down and kissed Gage’s lips.