Chapter 7 #2
And yet they’d been so tiny when I’d rocked them to sleep because there had been no one else. “I can’t talk about it. Okay? She’s just a friend.”
“If that’s what you say. But you know, this whole fate thing seems pretty cool.”
“What fate thing?” I didn’t even know why I was asking. Nothing good could come from that question.
“I mean, it seems like it’s a small world that the one girl you had a serious relationship with in all of your life happens to not only be your best friend’s sister but is now in your small town. Hell, her family owns this town. Interesting, don’t you think?”
“She is a new Cage. It’s not the same thing.”
“That wasn’t even an answer to my statement. Or maybe it was an answer in itself.” With that, Lance shuffled off to the living room, and I made my way upstairs.
I was so damn tired already. I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with Isabella. I had been so angry that someone would want to hurt her, that I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do until my hands were on her.
I needed to keep her safe.
With that one kiss, I had been shoved back into my past, shoved back into who we had been.
We weren’t those people anymore. Far from it.
She had been through so much since that moment. Since I had walked out.
And as I got into the shower, imagining that face of hers, I couldn’t help but blame myself. Because if I had been with her, if I hadn’t left, maybe she wouldn’t have that look of fear on her face.
Or maybe I was truly so self-centered that I could think that.
I quickly showered but couldn’t get the thought of Isabella out of my mind, or the taste of her off my tongue. The kiss had been rougher, more demanding than it had been prior. We had always liked rough sex, always liked the touch of each other. But we weren’t those same people, I reminded myself.
Without thinking, I slid my hand down over my cock and squeezed at the base.
I was going to hell for this. But I couldn’t help it.
I was already hard just thinking about her.
I slid my fist over my length, letting my thumb slide over the slit.
A drop of pre-come slid out, and I used it to roll over the tip, before sliding my fist back and squeezing the base once more.
I moved one hand to cup my balls, needing that moment, before dropping that hand and pushing it against the shower wall, bracing myself.
I moved my hand up and down, imagining her mouth.
The way that she would hollow her cheeks, letting her tongue flick against the vein running underneath.
She used to tease the barbell there, letting it run over her tongue.
I’d always loved fucking her bare, knowing that my piercing would be rubbing against her inner walls, sending her over the edge.
My grip tightened, as I sped up, needing that release.
I imagined her on her knees, legs spread.
She would have one hand on her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out of herself as I told her to.
She’d flick her thumb over her clit, and she would moan around my cock.
Then she’d use one hand to grip at my thighs, keeping her steady.
And I’d have one of my hands wrapped in her hair, holding her still as I her fucked her face, my cock going deep down her throat as she swallowed hard, gagging.
And I’d use my other hand to pluck at her nipples, pinching and squeezing as she moaned into me, needing that pinprick of pain.
I’d keep going even as she came, even as she bobbed her head in time with my thrusts.
With that moment, I came, spurting over the wall as I swallowed hard, draining myself dry as the water grew cold.
I was such a fucking asshole that I was over here jerking myself off thinking about the woman I had left behind.
She wasn’t far away anymore. No, she was here. In town.
My town .
The town that just happened to be hers in name and truth after all.
I shook my head, feeling slightly disgusted, as I finished washing up, and got ready for the day.
Lance had already left since he was working a part-time job for the next couple of weeks before he headed back to Denver to finish his scholarship and start his semester.
He was on an off-semester now that wasn’t with the full school schedule, so it was helpful that he could be here as often as he was to help with the girls.
Between graduation, prom, and their countless sporting activities, I needed the help.
I was grateful that the town had helped along the way as well.
Well-meaning individuals who had tried to step in too far, and others who had just been there with a kind word and warm meal when we’d been behind and lost. And that was why I had needed to leave Isabelle. Why I had made that choice for us both.
I’d made my way to work, nodding at my team as I went through paperwork.
I needed to get under the hood of an engine soon, but being the boss and owner meant that I had paperwork galore.
I knew that Hudson needed to come over and get me a few more things to sign because of course the Cages owned the property all around us, and we had business to deal with, but I didn’t know when the man would show up.
He would be there for you if you needed him, but any other time?
You never knew when he’d arrive. And I didn’t mind it. Hudson had his own demons after all.
“Hey, Weston. There’s someone here for you.” I looked up at Allie and frowned.
“You okay?”
She paused, a grimace covering her face. “It’s Drew.”
“Fuck,” I growled.
“My thoughts exactly.”
Deirdre had already come and picked up her car, and I had done my best to keep the costs at a minimum.
I hadn’t even charged for my own labor. She worked too many hours and gave too much of her money to that asshole Drew, but there was no way I was going to be able to fix everything. Just the tires themselves.
Drew paced in the front bay, anger radiating off him.
A few of the other crew members looked up at me, questions in their gaze, but I waved them off.
I could handle this. There was nothing else that they could do without causing even more of a scene.
As it was, a couple of the clients in the waiting room could see the action, so no matter what happened today it would be around town by this evening.
“Hey Drew, what can I do for you?” I asked, keeping my voice as pleasant as possible.
It wasn’t going to matter though.
Drew whirled on me. “I want you to stop fucking my wife.”
I paused, blinking as one of the clients nearby gasped. “I don’t know what you think is happening between me and Dee, but it’s nothing. She needed help with her car and I provided that service.”
“That’s not all you’re providing. You fucking asshole.
Don’t you dare call her Dee. That’s my wife.
She’s mine. She does what I tell her to do.
So you forcing her to come in so you can act like the big man with a big cock?
No. I had it handled. You don’t need to come into my marriage and try to fuck things up. ”
I could barely follow his line of reasoning, and I could scent the whiskey on his breath.
No wonder Dee barely had any money. Drew drank it.
“Let me go get you some coffee, and we can talk this out. But your wife came in with an issue with the car and I fixed it. I know you’re busy, so I was just doing you guys a favor.”
“I don’t need fucking favors from this small-pricked asshole.”
Drew moved forward, fist outstretched. I ducked the first blow but let the second blow hit. I wasn’t going to demean the man completely. Though I wanted to, his kids didn’t deserve the shame.
“No. We’re not going to fucking do this. Not in my place of business.”
“Fuck you. You’re just like the Cages. You think you own everything and you think you’re better than anyone else. You’re going to regret coming on to my wife.”
“Your wife is a friend. And needed help. And so do you, Drew. Come on. Let me get you some coffee.”
Drew threw out his fist, so I ducked, except I ducked the wrong way because Drew slipped. So his fist slammed into my jaw. I blinked, stars dawning between my eyes as I tasted blood. I bit the inside of my damn cheek.
“That’s it. I’m fucking done.” I pinned Drew to the ground as my team ran over, eyes wide.
Allie lowered to her knee. “You want me to call the cops?”
“No, fuck. I don’t know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as my team helped keep Drew down.
“Weston, are you okay?”
At the sound of that voice, I was damn glad that the others were holding Drew because I staggered back to see Isabella there, eyes bright.
I swallowed the last taste of blood and waved off some of the guys who came looking for me.
“I’m fine. Just dealing with something.”
She looked so damn pale, and I had to wonder exactly what that asshole had done to her.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
She frowned at me. “I’m fine. You’re the one who was bleeding. Are you sure you don’t need to call the authorities?”
“He isn’t getting a choice, I already called the sheriff,” Allie said, and I sighed.
“Okay then. Apparently, we’re already dealing with the sheriff.”
“Good. Because that asshole punched you, and I’m pretty sure you only let that happen by accident.”
I snorted, shaking my head. “Lucky hit.”
“Come on, is your office back here? Do you have ice?”
And without thinking, I let her lead me to the back, as I ignored the knowing looks from my team. Oh, they were going to have questions soon.
And it would be all over town.
Damn it.
And yet maybe that was okay.
Because Isabella had her hand on mine.
And even with blood in my mouth, and my life as chaotic as it was, something finally felt right for the first time in way too fucking long.