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I’m a terrible person, that’s what’s wrong. “I’m just feeling off.” She held his concerned gaze and swallowed down the guilt before she whispered, “Rain check?”
He touched his lips to hers. “Absolutely.”
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Gage pushed the empty plate away from him, leaning his elbows on the table; he tried to look interested in the conversation happening at the table. The woman sitting next to him laughing at everything anyone said, her voice unnatural when she spoke about her life. The tone was filled with a high pitch of happiness. Moving his eyes to her, he took in his wife. The woman he’d been married to for sixteen years sat next to him, but she was unrecognizable. Could one instance, like taking on a job, change someone?
Heather moved into him. “Is there something wrong?” She asked in a hard whisper.
Gage shook his head. “No, why?” He lied. Everything in their lives had started to feel wrong.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?” She spat out.
Fuck. Gage had forgotten he was even looking at her through new eyes. “Never seen you like this before.” He admitted.
She cocked a brow. “What? Being social, unlike you.”
Gage leaned in closer to her. “For fuck sakes, Heather, these are your friends, not mine. Sorry if talking about loans and accounts doesn’t excite me.”
She twisted in her chair to face him, put her chin to his shoulder and bit out lowly, “And did you ever think talking about mowers and trimmers weren’t my favorite fucking subjects?”
Gage turned his head, so his mouth was close to her ear. “Yeah, Heather, there was a time, and don’t fucking lie to me, that you enjoyed it.”
She let out a small chuckle and whispered, “Smile.”
“What?”
Her voice was hard when she said, “I said, smile. I don’t want anyone knowing we’re having an argument.”
“Jesus,” Gage grumbled. “Gotta live the perfect life, don’t we, babe.” He not only gave his wife what she wanted, but he added a hearty enough laugh to get everyone’s attention. Heather’s head snapped up, eyes wide, before she started to laugh along with him. The full table of ten all grinned at what they thought had been a private joke between them. When all sobered and went back to talking about mortgages, Heather put a hand on Gage’s arm, her mouth to his ear and said, “You’re an asshole.”
When she pulled her head back, Gage lifted a hand and placed it on her cheek, put his lips to hers and muttered. “Right back at ya, sweetheart.” Then he kissed her lips firmly before he stood and excused himself to the bathroom.
Two hours later, his wife flung open the door to the master bathroom. “What do you call that shit tonight?”
Gage was just removing his shirt when his wife stormed in. “Me,” he pointed to himself. “You’re the one who called me an asshole,” he bit out, throwing his shirt to the hamper, but missing.
“Well,” she put her hands on her hips, “just calling it like I see it.” She started removing her heels, tossing them on the floor with a clatter. “You could have engaged with the others, looked happy to be there.”
Gage did play along for the first hour, but when the conversation only revolved around the banking industry, he’d lost interest. Gage was undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. “Really? We gonna play the happy couple for everyone?”
Heather slipped her dress off her shoulders with determination, and let it slide to the floor, where she kicked it to the side. “Looks to be.”
Gage took in his wife as he pulled the jeans from his legs. She was beautiful, no doubt. Were her dreams different now, ones that didn’t include him? He didn’t stop at his pants as he removed his boxer briefs, too. His cock twitching when he watched her, her back to him as she slipped off her bra.
He moved to her, fit his back against hers, and whispered in a hard voice. “Then let’s play.”
His hands moved to her hips, slowly, they rounded her waist and up. With his hands palming her breasts, he pulled at her nipples with his thumb and index finger. Her body fell against his, a needy whimper falling from her lips. Gage closed his eyes and did the unthinkable… thought of Tilly. A fiery burn coursed through his body. The need. The want. The anger. All the battling emotions coming to a head. A fight his mind struggled with every day since he first spoke to Tilly.
His arms fell to his side, stepping back, he grated out, “Bend over.” Without haste, his wife did as he ordered, putting her hands to the edge of the vanity. Gage spit in his hand, coated the tip of his cock, and in one swift motion, drove into his wife. He clenched his teeth, head falling back, and he closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he grunted as he started to pull out slowly, only to plunge back in with force.
“Oh, God,” Heather moaned.
With his hands steadily on her hips, leaving imprints, Gage aggressively fucked his wife. And Tilly’s name edged his lips when he came.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gage played with the phonein his hand. It was noon on Sunday. He swore he could hear the second hand reverberating in his head all morning. Tick. Tick. Tick. Saying he was on edge appeared to be an understatement. When his daughter caught him outside, picking weeds in the flower beds, he’d just about come out of his skin. Tilly’s husband and kids were long gone for the day. His wife was sure to be soaking in some fancy mud bath. As much as he wanted to hear her voice, pacing his kitchen, he couldn’t bring himself to dial her number. Partly because he battled with the thoughts of last night playing vividly in his mind. Almost uttering Tilly’s name when he came, blowing his cover. But… was there a cover to be blown? The guilt he thought he’d pushed below the surface only rose to dangerous levels when he kissed his wife good night and told her he loved her.
