Now I’m ugly crying. Bawling like a baby into the phone, snot running down my face.
Gage is sick, my Gage is sick. And I can’t fix him.
“Don’t cry, Angel. I told you because you needed to know. I didn’t tell you sooner because I don’t want to you think you have to take care of me. I’m a big boy. I take care of myself.”
I want to take care of him. Doesn’t he get that?
“I know. I’m sorry.” I sob, rubbing my already swollen eyes.
“There is nothing to be sorry for. Tank had the right assumption. I used to have sex with Megan on Friday nights. I was lonely. But I haven’t done that in a while. I promise it hasn’t happened since we’ve been seeing each other. I couldn’t get it up if I tried.”
Still crying, sitting up in my bed naked, my knees pulled up to my chest, I ask, “So what about the night with Corey? Did you that night? And the night you were working late and Emma stayed. You weren’t working?” I have to ask because I need to know. I want to know it all, even if the truth will spear my heart and make it bleed. I’d gladly let it bleed for Gage. I love him.
What? I love him? Did I just….?
I guess so.
“First question, sweetheart, the night with Corey after I left the bar I’m not going to lie. I went to Megan’s after you left. I had every intention to sleep with her. But I didn’t. I got there, she tried for twenty minutes to get me hard enough to have sex and nothing happened. I couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. I hadn’t seen her for nearly three weeks before that. I was needing attention and it didn’t matter because my dick didn’t want anything but you. It only wants you, Angel. I swear on my life.”
He didn’t have sex with her. I can’t express how happy that makes me. Staying quiet I let him continue.
“As for the night Emma stayed. Yes, I did work. I have meetings on Monday’s and Wednesday’s but afterward is when I usually go to dialysis. It only takes an hour or so. I didn’t get in until late because I was doing like I said, working hard to fix the mess. I just left out going to the hospital for an hour. I’m so sorry, can I still take you to dinner tonight? I have a lot to make up for.”
Wiping away my tears, I take in a deep shaky breath to calm down before I reply. “You have nothing to make up for. I am the one who does. And of course, we can go out to dinner tonight. I’d love nothing more.”
Sighing into the phone, he sounds relieved. “Good. I miss you, sweetheart.”
“I miss you too.”
We chat a moment longer and say our goodbyes. I feel like crap. The man I am in love with has kidney disease and I accused him of cheating. I’m the worst.
Rolling out of bed, I traipse naked into the bathroom and start my weekend routine. I am beyond relieved to be having my first date with Gage tonight. I probably should have asked him what to wear. But knowing him, he’s got it all figured out and knows me well enough to know what I like and what I don’t.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lex
“Close your eyes.” Gage instructs and I listen without protest. A silken tie is pressed over my eyes and he ties it snuggly around my head.
“Do you trust me?” his smooth husky tone warms me like a shot of the finest tequila.
“Yes,” I wantonly bite my lip, replying in a whisper moan.
Tantalizing lips pepper the tiniest, most enticing kisses across my neck, down to my collarbone and a finger glides the strap of my white Grecian gown off my shoulder. More kisses follow the path as he drops the other strap, exposing my breasts to him. The gown cascades to the floor, pooling around my ankles.
“Beautiful.” He lustfully whispers, as his hot breath floats down my sternum and two warm hands cup my full breasts. Rolling my pert nipples between his fingers until they stand at firm attention, he suckles the right one into his searing velvety mouth. I gasp on contact, losing myself in the most exquisite pleasure.
Turning to the next nipple, he sucks it with the same vigor. Never leaving the other breast to feel left out as he uses his deft fingers to tweak and roll my nipple into a hard needy bud.
“I love that you’re not wearing any panties.” He breathes, my nipple resting on his lip, his tongue gently laving it, sending surges of powerful rapture to consume my entire body and soul. Placing me at the mercy of his wishes and deepest desires.
“I did what you asked.” I mutter.
“Yes, Angel, you’ve been so wonderful, with letting me take control. I’m very proud of you.”
Knowing Gage is proud, fills me with infinite elation. I never thought another person’s opinion of me would matter this much. But Gage’s does. And after I’ve accused him of cheating, I will relinquish myself to him. Consensually placing my emotional and physical wellbeing in his strong unyielding hands, something I swore I’d never do again for anybody in my life.