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Tilly’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She hadn’t been caught, but this was worse. She’d been cheating for weeks. She was cheating now, and here was her husband catching her in the act and he didn’t know. What was wrong with her? How did she think this was going to end? The thought of her splitting up her family, forcing her kids to live a childhood like the one she had, lost in the cracks of a divorce, she swore she’d never do that to them, but here she was. Tempting fate. Her eyes burned, the guilt, the shame and the pain because when her husband disappeared into the bathroom, she didn’t even acknowledge Gage when she turned off her phone and put it in the charger. She wanted to curl up on her side, wanted to weep because she was a horrible person, a selfish person, but even as she berated herself, a part of her didn’t want it to end...she wanted a man who wasn’t her husband.
Luke walked into the bedroom wearing his boxers, but all Tilly saw was Gage. When he turned off the lights and walked to the bed, it wasn’t Luke in her mind. Even while her husband fucked her, it was Gage she saw. It was only later, after Luke was asleep, that Tilly rolled onto her side and gave in to her tears. There was a special place in hell for women like her.
Gage slipped his hand out of his boxers, eyes focused on the slow moving ceiling fan above. What in the fuck was he doing? Jesus. Her husband walked in. For fucks sake, her husband walked right in on them having phone sex. They could’ve been caught. He thought of his wife. His daughter. Jesus, he even thought about his parents. What would he tell everyone? These thoughts quickly drifted through his mind, but it stopped on Tilly. His head started to throb, and his blood began to run cold. It had nothing to do with her husband almost catching them, it had to do with her husband slipping into bed with her right now. Touching her body. Tasting her lips. Feeling her pussy wrapped around his cock. But… it was his right. She was his wife, not Gage’s. Guilt began to swarm Gage like flies on shit.
He thought of his wife, Heather. He couldn’t decipher why or what had him doing it, maybe the guilt had hit him with such force, but he picked up his cell and typed out a text.
I miss you.
Sadly, he did. Even doing what he was doing, he missed what they used to have. He waited with the thread open, waiting for the response. So, when it came through a minute later, he read it.
Miss you too, honey, but I’m going to be later because I’m grabbing a quick bite with the girls before I head home.
He didn’t even bother texting her back. He just put his cell on the nightstand, rolled over and struggled to fall asleep.
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“What in the fuck are you doing?” Gage spat at Kyle who looked to him with a puzzled expression on his face. He was doing exactly what Gage had taught him, trimming closely to the garden beds’ edge, leaving an inch space of dirt before the grass started.
“Go ahead, Kyle, you got it.” Dom told him, giving a tight shake of his head when he saw Kyle’s mouth open. “You?” Dom pointed at Gage and told him in a hard voice. “Come with me.”
Gage took a deep breath and followed Dom over to the truck. It wasn’t lost on him why he was flipping his shit so easily in the past week. He hadn’t heard a word from Tilly. Then again, he hadn’t reached out either. Considering what they were doing was wrong, it was for the best. However, Gage was more than struggling with the distance between them.
“You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Dom spit out, before taking a swig from a water bottle.
Gage grabbed one out of the cooler for himself, and then leaning his back against the warm metal, he lied, “Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Gage, known you too long, so I know something is fucking up. You’ve been a fucking joy for months, this past week, no one can even look at you. What the fuck?”
“What the fuck you want me to say?” Gage growled.
“The fucking truth,” Dom bit out.
Gage ground out, “She’s in my fucking head, my every fucking thought. Jesus, I can’t even take a fucking piss without thinking about her.” He tossed his half empty bottle of water into the tailgate so hard that the remaining water splashed up and over the side.
Dom whispered as realization hit him, “Friendly Words girl?”
“Yeah.” Gage snapped and started toward the driver’s door. He didn’t want to check, but the pull… it was strong—like a fucking magnet—that it had him flinging the door open and snatching his cell from the cup holder. Pressing the small button on the side, the lock screen lit up, only displaying the time. Forcefully, he tossed it into the cab and slammed the door shut.
Dom came up behind him. “If you break it, you’ll never get that message.”
Gage rested his elbows on the open window and placed his sweaty forehead in his hands. Speaking lowly, he started, “We’ve been talking on the phone for about four weeks now. Last week, we started to have phone sex, and her husband came in,” Gage paused and wiped his hands down his face before he whispered, “Almost caught us, haven’t heard from her since.”
“Fuck,” Dom breathed.
Gage closed his eyes, “Yeah.”
“Where’s your head at?” Dom easily asked.
Gage knew exactly where his head was. Wanting Tilly. Not only in text and talk, but more. He confessed, “Wrapped up in her.”
“Heather has no fucking clue?”
Gage lifted his head, angled toward Dom and told him. “She wouldn’t fucking notice if I gained a hundred pounds and painted the whole fucking inside of the house neon green.”
“Jesus, that bad?” He asked.
Gage turned and put his back to the truck, his eyes going to Arty and Kyle working in the flower beds. “Worse than that. Barely see her at night or in the morning, usually just notes are left. Scarlett has been spending the nights at Rachelle’s cause what teenage girl wants to sit around and watch her parents’ marriage fall the fuck apart.”
