Chapter 29
Rose
Cage gently pushes me up against my front door as he kisses me like there is no tomorrow. His tongue tangling with mine, his hand cupping my cheek, his arm around my waist.
Discharging myself, probably wasn’t the best of ideas I’ve had. I was stabbed, not even an inch from my heart, and was in a coma. I should be resting, but I knew I was on a time crunch. I knew I had to see Cage before he decided to leave town without looking at the divorce papers.
Doc mentioned Cage had already spoke to his dad about him taking over.
I don’t know if I’m making a mistake, I don’t know if we’ll make it, that what she did won’t come up again and again and tear us a part.
I don’t even know if I can fully forgive him for making me feel like the other woman then deciding to run away.
But, what I do know is I will regret it if I don’t try.
I love this man with everything in me, and even though he was willing to walk away, I’m not, at least not yet.
Cage breaks the kiss and places his forehead against mine, and our eyes lock as he admits, “I’m not letting you go now, Rose. I gave you a chance, and you chose to stay.”
“No,” I deny, “I chose to fight for us when you gave up.”
“I didn’t give up, red,” he whispers, “I knew I was to blame, and the guilt of knowing you got hurt, that you nearly died, it consumed me, baby. You are fucking everything to me, and I thought leaving you, setting you free, would not only keep you safe but punish me for not making the right decisions since I was nineteen.”
“You mean by punishing me?” I confirm, causing him to furrow his brows, and I state, “You setting me free, as you call it, means me being without the man I gave my heart to. How is that fair to me?”
“Fuck,” he chokes as he moves his hand from my cheek and into my hair, gripping it before he confesses, “I’m a selfish prick…”
I don’t say anything because, he is. He only thought about himself. He dug his way into my life, bit by bit, then tied me to him before throwing me away after I got hurt.
He is a prick.
“Please forgive me, Rose,” he pleads before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, and I admit, “No,” causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, but they soon lock with mine when I state, “You have a lot of grovelling to do, a hell of a lot. You need to prove to me that you do love me, that I am your forever. That you’ll never try and run away again leaving me alone in my time of need,” I grip his cut, my eyes staying locked with his and I finish, “You need to spend the rest of your life proving to me that I am your forever because right now, I’m questioning that. ”
“I love you, Rose,” is all he can say, and I whisper, “I love you too,” and I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have been at the club, in the same spot we met, I wouldn’t have signed those papers with my declaration, instead I would have signed my name and walked away.
It doesn’t matter how angry I am. I knew that signing them and ending things would be a regretful decision, so now he needs to prove himself.
With his eyes racing between mine, he slowly leans down and presses his lips against mine again, and I melt into him before going on my tiptoes and wrapping my arms around his neck.
Just as our tongues tangle, Cage lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist and heat our kiss up, tilting my head to the side, and he moans before breaking the kiss and choking, “You’re injured...”
Ah yeah, Doc did say no sex when I discharged myself with a big old smirk on his face, but you know what, I’m a nurse and I feel fine. So as long as we take it slow, then I should be fine, I hope.
I gently run my fingers along the base of his head as I gently rub my nose along his and I whisper, “I feel fine… Make love to me, Cage.”
He looks at me for a few seconds before he nods, and without putting me down, he grabs his keys, unlocks my front door, and walks us inside, slamming it shut. Without breaking eye contact, he walks down the hallway and into my room. It’s only then that he gently places my feet on the ground.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he removes his cut, throwing it on the chair in the corner, then removes his shirt. I take him in, my name in bold coming into view before I lock eyes with him again.
The atmosphere is tense and electric as he undoes his jeans and toes off his boots before taking both off, and he’s standing before me completely naked.
Damn, my husband is a work of art, my clit is fucking throbbing.
Without breaking eye contact, he walks over to me, stopping just shy of our bodies touching, and gently, he picks up the straps of my dress, then glides them down my arms before letting the dress fall to the floor, leaving me in a tiny blue G-string and heels.
Cage’s eyes take me in, and he sucks in a breath as he gently runs a finger along my bandage.
I don’t say anything, knowing nothing I say will be soothing for him, and he slowly leans down and kisses the bandage before taking a nipple into his mouth. My clit throbs even more, wanting him there instead.
I moan as I thread my fingers through his short hair and he grips my hips as he sucks and licks my nipple.
Then moves over to my right, giving it just as much attention as the other, making me wild before he finally kisses down my body.
His fingers latch onto my G-string, bringing it down as he goes.
He looks up as he reaches my feet, and our eyes lock while I use him as my crutch so he can remove the fabric.
He takes off my heel first, then the G-string, before doing the same with the other foot, and ever so slowly, he glides the tips of his fingers up my body as he stands, causing me to look up at him and see nothing but love shining back at me.
Cage cups my cheek with one hand and wraps his arm around my waist with his other.
“You sure about this, red? I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs as he gently caresses my lips, and I whisper in return, “Just go slow,” and he nods before pressing his lips harder against mine. I wrap my legs back around his waist as he lifts me up and climbs onto my bed, his body covering mine.
Without breaking the kiss, Cage moves his hips before I feel the tip of him at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he presses in, filling me inch by delicious inch, making moan into his mouth, our tongues tangling.
I missed him so much.
I know I should be making him grovel more, but to be honest, his making love to me is a punishment. I’m injured and he’s scared.
I dig my nails into Cage’s back when he doesn’t move and he groans and finally gets the hint before moving his hips back, then thrusting forward gently.
I gasp as he swivels his hips, his pelvis touching my sensitive clit, giving me amazing pleasure.
I tighten my legs around his waist before he makes love to me, showing me what I mean to him, whispering how sorry he is against my lips, words I try to take in, to believe, while hoping and praying he doesn’t hurt me again.
He promises that I’ll always come before the club, especially when it’s life and death.
Cage’s hips speed up just a little as my body begins to tighten, my walls squeezing him after a little while and I don’t think about the past. I don’t think about the lies, or what happened to me because of him and the club.
I don’t think about how he was going to leave me, believing he felt it was best or the fact I’m not on birth control right now.
Instead I get lost in him as my orgasm hits me.
He moans as he bottoms out, my walls sucking him in deeper and he fills me up with his cum, sending after shocks throughout me, my walls fluttering, my clit pulsing.
Without breaking the kiss, despite him only being semi-hard and having just come, Cage continues to thrust gently, and for the rest of the night, he shows me exactly what life is going to be like.
Me being his always.