“I’m not that pretty.”
Boy, oh, boy, is she wrong. Nothing in this world could compare to her beauty.
“You’re even more so.” I reassure her.
Lex
That is me! I am looking at myself. Gage has an entire tattooed back piece of an angel. Her body including scars, face and hair, everything about her is me. Except her wings—those are large and resting outward. She’s so beautiful and angelic, sweet, and impeccably intricate. The angel is nearly naked, her body draped on a silken cloth just over her breasts and privates. A wispy silken banner waves around her body as if it had been windblown. On the thin fabric it says ‘To Love You Is to Receive a Glimpse of Heaven.’
Then it registers with me, like I was smacked right in the face. “You’re him, aren’t you?”
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurtles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”
I gasp.
The Suit Master!
Instinctively, I sock him in the back and he grunts. “What’d you do that for?” As he turns around with his cock hard.
“Does me hitting you, turn you on?” I basically spit acid in his face using my words.
“No, you being naked does. And look.” He points down at mine and she’s ruining this moment. She’s growing. Why! Why can’t she listen to my brain and not her own!?
I scowl and toss my hands over my bare chest and he grins. “I am the Suit Master. Yes, I originally used that as way to get into your life. Then Corey kind of ruined my plans and I had to take matters into my own hands.”
“How were you texting me?” I’m now tapping my agitated foot on the floor.
How dare he do all of this!
“I have two numbers programed into my phone. With separate texting mailboxes. It was simple. Are you mad?”
Bunching my fists at my sides. I can’t decide if this is the sexiest and sweetest thing or the fucking dumbest. It’s too flattering to ignore. However, deceiving me, peeves me off big time!
“I… I…don’t know.”
Sawing my lip with my teeth, I stare, fixated on nothing and I think. Pondering, deep and hard.
Gage
Watching her stare into space all angry with me is hot. I know I should be worried she’s going to go ape shit and never speak to me again, but I’m not though. As sure as I am of my feelings for Lex, I’m just as sure her feels for me are just as real.
Giving her time to simmer, naked, standing and absolutely stunning, I excuse myself to her bathroom to cool my jets down before looking at her too long breaks my resolve, not to throw her on the bed and ravish the shit outa her.
Peeing, washing my hands, my face, and examining my naked body in the mirror, I give her some time to adjust. Walking back into the bedroom, she’s now sitting on the bed staring starry-eyed out of her bedroom window.
“Want to hit me?” I ask, coming to her side.
Shaking her head, she doesn’t look at me.
“What do you want then?”
“I want to know it all. I want to know how six years is possible. How you’re the Suit Master and why you are doing this.”
I can give her that. Going over to her closet I pull out her robe and carry it over to her draping it over her shoulders, she feeds her arms through the holes and I help tie the front. “I can’t tell you it all if you’re naked. See,” I point to my re-growing erection. Her eyes latch onto it and she turns bright red. I love when she blushes; it’s so cute. “Now, I’m going to slide on my work pants, and we are going to lay in bed, talk, and then I have to get going. I have to pick Emma up from my dad’s.”
“Okay.” She rolls into the bed, I dress in my pants and it’s time to start this much needed conversation. It’ll be good to finally get this off my chest to the one person I need to express my feelings to.
Chapter Twenty
Lex
What a heavy weighted emotional day!
Gage departed my house about four hours ago, after we had the necessary ‘talk’. More of me listening, attempting to soak in an abundance of overwhelming information, and he getting the chance to finally spill an entire Lake Erie size can of beans. I’m fairly certain he didn’t leave a thing unsaid. We are both left emotionally drained.
Between knowing just about everything there is to know about my past and present, he left his wife after years of pining for me. Me—Lex Keagan, a girl of sorts with a mountain of baggage. Baggage that we both seem to carry heavily on our shoulders. Mine bearing down on me harder than his. He seems to have his shit together. Knows how he feels, what he wants and has spent years surrounded in vast wonderment on how to accomplish his ultimate goal, that goal being me.