Trying to ignore the fact that Molly’s face is starting to turn bright red, I keep my attention on Lincoln. So she doesn’t become even more embarrassed than she already is. “I think you should put a sign on your door. I know you can’t leave for a few more weeks, until you are healed up. In a weird way, I am happy you are such a nice man to service your Sub’s while you’re in the hospital. But this is the fourth time people have walked in. You need to make a schedule or something. You do know in bigger cities they wouldn’t allow it. Feel fortunate that everybody in this damn town loves you, including me.” I lean over and kiss his cheek and he grabs my arm when I begin to pull away.
“Awe, come on, give me some more sugar.”
I kiss him again, my lips curled up into a big smile.
“See…now there you go making me jealous again.” Gage states, announcing that he and Emma have returned from their walk and Emma comes and climbs into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Love you Mommy.”
“I love you more.” I hug her and kiss her hair.
“Jealous? Oh please…” Lincoln rolls his eyes at Gage. “That damn woman eats, breathes and sleeps the Suit Master.”
Gage cockily bows and laughs. “That is I.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Gage
“That was the best visit you’ve had yet.” I explain to my woman, humbly seated at the kitchen table, watching her plate our dinners. I dropped Emma by Tasha’s before I came home from the hospital. Lex seems to be doing so much better today than she has in weeks. I don’t know if it’s the fact that Lincoln is healing up nicely, or that Melissa’s conviction will be settled on Monday. Both things Lex has been worrying about nonstop since this all happened. I know she blames herself for what transpired. Nobody else does.
I went to visit Lincoln when Lex was at work a few weeks ago. I dropped by to bring him lunch and chat for a bit. I talked to him about what had happened. The first time he and I had, had a real chance to talk it out, man-to-man. I thanked him. And I will continue to thank him every day for the rest of my life. If he hadn’t caught my signal that day, after the first shot that missed Lex by a few inches, Lex wouldn’t be here. The first shot left the gun and I immediately looked to him and pointed. It happened so fast. I lunged at my ex-wife because Lincoln was closest to Lex. He was taking her down just as the second shot went off. I saw it happen. It hit him square in the leg. Like an explosion, pieces of flesh went flying and blood sprayed. Then, as I had ahold of the gun by the barrel, Melissa fired again. That’s when my world started to fade. I don’t even remember it happening. I don’t know how my neck started to bleed. I just remember waking up in the hospital with my woman nowhere to be found.
I yelled at the doctor to let me go to her. One entire day they made me sit in the room to monitor me. Tasha and Max stayed with Lex and gave me frequent updates. They had placed her in ICU at first, and then quickly moved her down to a regular room after she became stable. The blood loss she suffered was the worst of her injuries. Day two, I ripped off my wires and unhooked my IV. I didn’t take out the catheter thing in my arm. I let them do it. Then I sat in Lex’s room, slept in there, and nurses came and went, checking on us both.
“Yes, it was pretty good. He seemed livelier today. Maybe it was Eva visiting him last night that did the trick.” She explains, coming over the table and setting a big colorful bowl of salad in front of me and a bottle of French dressing, my favorite.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Do you want chicken or steak in your salad?”
“What do you think?”
“I think if I gave you a choice of anything you’d want in that salad, we wouldn’t be eating.”
Fuck!!!!
I’m instantly hard! How in the hell!?
I growl. “Come here,” and turn my legs out from under the table and open my arms wide. My Angel sashays over to the chair and sits down right on my crotch, rubbing her butt against my throbbing dick.
I wrap my arms around her and go straight for the goods. I grab lady.
“Hum… Someone is hard too. Do you want me inside of you? Or to suck you? Since you won’t do me.”
Her back straightens, damn me and my mouth!
“You know why.”
“Why? What?”
“Why I don’t want to.”
“You’re worried you’ll hurt me.”
She nods.
We’ve had this talk five or six times in the past weeks. She’s not comfortable topping me. But fuck, I find myself fantasizing about it constantly. It’s like the itch that I need scratched so badly that it never rests.