Lex(70)

“Okay. Have stuff inside.”

Nodding, like he understands what I’m trying to tell him. He walks me over to his truck, helps me inside and buckles my seatbelt.

“Thanks.” I pat his forearm even though I feel a deep urge to do so much more.

“Don’t mention it. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He shuts me in and I watch his scrumptious ass walk back into Vino’s.

I’m so drunk, and lady likes Gage. She’s fully awake, begging to be touched. I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life. He does this to me.



Gage





“I don’t need a babysitter.” My sweetheart, orders drunkenly as she clumsily staggers up her stairs. Using both her hands and feet to climb them. Damn, she’s so fucking adorable.

Grabbing her hips so she doesn’t fall over, I help her to the top.

“I know, but I can’t leave. I won’t get any sleep worrying about you.” Which is one hundred percent true. I’ve hardly slept as it is since I said all those awful things to her this week. The guilt has been relentlessly gnawing at my insides for days. I hate that I’ve had to do all of this to claim what’s mine, to ultimately show her how much I care. But she’s not an easy catch. Most women are like Bluegills; they just want a worm and can be reeled in. My Lex, isn’t like that. She’s like a Blue Marlin. It takes patience to hook her, and even longer to reel her in. But when you do, it’s the biggest, most stunning prize.

Trailing her into her bedroom, she haphazardly tosses her heels into her closet, and my face winces. Those shoes set me back a pretty penny, and I have a serious fetish for shoes. Heels and women are the ultimate turn-on. And yes, you’ve guessed right. I’m him, her Suit Master.

“You didn’t…oh…crap…I’m going to be sick!” Covering her mouth, she sprints into the bathroom. Not giving a damn about privacy or seeing her this way, I quickly follow behind.

Violently she purges into the toilet and I kneel behind her, rubbing her back.

“Go away!” she screams mortified, between painful heaves, hugging the basin of the toilet, her head hanging inside.

“No, I’m right here.” I sweetly rub, speaking to her in a gentle calming tone. I’m not leaving her like this, not when it was my fault in the first place.

Disagreeably shaking her head, she struggles to catch her breath. “No…” is all she makes out before she wretches into the bowl again.

Resting her forehead on her arm, that’s propped onto the toilet seat, she breathes heavily. Knowing she’s finally done, I get up from the floor and I search her vanity for a washcloth, and dampen it with warm water from her sink.

Kneeling beside her, I flush the toilet, and hand her the rag. Turning her face on her arm, she looks at me. Poor Angel looks so tired, with hooded wrung out eyes, a morose frown and pale washed out skin. I don’t want to see her like this. It hurts.

Taking the rag from me, she dabs her face. “I drank too much.” She mumbles moving the rag over her lips. Everything about her lips is so sexy, even wiping a washcloth across them. I’m getting hard just thinking about those perfectly pink kissable lips of hers. They turn me painfully hard every time she bites them. I’ve never been turned on by a woman biting her lip. Lex, though, God help me. I have to seriously control myself every single fuckin’ time she does. If I don’t, I’d be kissing her, and ravishing her perfect body. It’s hard enough keeping my hands off her as it is.

“I know, sweetie. How about you brush your teeth and I’ll turn down your bed.”

Nodding, she pushes herself up and I grab around her waist to help her stand.

Leaving her to brush her teeth, I go into her bedroom and flip back her covers. She has a great sense of style. Her entire house is immaculately clean and beautiful. So much better than that shit apartment I have. My ex-wife took the country house in the divorce and I decided to rent an apartment in Heartfair. It works out okay, although, Emma hates it. I promised Emma I’d buy a house soon. I’ve looked at a few, but none of them felt like home. To be honest, I don’t know if it’s the house that doesn’t feel like home or who will be living in it. It’s kind of hard to explain the difference to a five year old. Emma’s been through enough. I just want her to have some sense of normal and a mother who loves her. My ex-wife is a real piece of work. Dating and fucking everything with a dick is much more important to her than attending Emma’s parent teacher conferences or taking her Easter dress shopping. Not sure what I saw in that woman when I married her. She’s no prize. More like a spoiled rich bitch that I’m forced to pay outrageous amounts of alimony to, even though she doesn’t have custody of our daughter or do a damn thing except sit on her spoiled ass and spend my hard-earned money. What a crock of shit.