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Tears burned her eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. Why did he have to find his way back now? “Yeah.”
He held the door for her, his hand on her lower back as he walked her to their seats. He held her hand through the concert. Her eyes drifted to his wedding band, memories she hadn’t called flowing through her mind. Then she saw Gage, the look on his face when he told her he was going to marry her. She held onto her past, the reminder of what they’d had, but she longed for a future with Gage. She didn’t feel the joy around her because her heart was breaking.
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Gage bound down the steps, a smile on his face thinking about the night before. But when he hit the kitchen to see Heather, her back to him, staring out the window, the smile faded, stopping him in the doorway.
“What are you still doing home?” Gage asked.
Heather never turned, when she spoke, her voice low and even. “Where were you last night, Gage?”
Gage felt the rush of nerves course through his body right before his palms began to grow clammy. “Had a meeting,” he lied.
“No you didn’t,” she said, with a stoically distant tone. “What’s going on, Gage?”
Gage rested his body against the molded doorway. Taking a deep breath, he wondered if this was it, the day she confronted him about his affair. “What’re you talking about?”
Heather turned then, her face held no make-up, her eyes bloodshot, her face drawn. “You told Scarlett you had a meeting with another landscaping company that was interested in merging with yours.”
“Yeah,” Gage nodded. “That’s where I was last night.”
“No,” She shook her head. “No, it isn’t. Want to know how I know, Gage?”
Gage braced. This was it. She followed him. No, that was impossible. Someone told her, saw him. All the possibilities flying through his head. The longer he stood there, he only drew out the inevitable. Gage crossed his arms over his chest, standing his ground, ready for the shit show. “How?”
Heather mimicked his position. “Because my own boss told me he saw you leaving town—”
“Yeah,” Gage said, eyes slightly wide, head nodding. “We met in Philly.”
Heather tilted her head, studied her husband. God, he was gorgeous. But he’d changed over the months. Hell, over the past years. She couldn’t fault him because she had done the same. Diving head first into her career, leaving her family behind. She hadn’t meant to, but it felt great to be appreciated for something other than keeping a house and cooking dinner. It felt good. Gave her a rush she’d become addicted to over the years. The only thing shaking her was her husband telling her he wasn’t happy, not even her own daughter living with her friend was able to shake it from her. Knowing her husband was unhappy somehow penetrated, woke her up. Probably because Gage wasn’t one to voice his emotions much, but go with the flow. When he wasn’t following that flow anymore, it scared her. “You sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
Fuck. She was laying it out in front of him. The welcome mat to another life right at his feet. He glanced to the calendar hanging by the phone. December twenty-third. His eyes moved back to his wife, seeing the pain of knowing their marriage was on the rocks was enough for him to say, “No, baby, other than we need coffee.” He smiled.
Heather let out a visible breath, her shoulders slumped and she walked the distance separating them and into her husband’s arms. Gage wrapped his arms around her, giving her what she needed, but he knew he needed it to. She was now trying, and he wasn’t. How the tables had turned. He didn’t want to hurt her, never thought he would. But at some point, he would have to stop playing the loving, faithful husband. As these thoughts coasted through his mind while holding his wife, his gut twisted. He pictured never slipping into bed next to his wife. Never coming home to her. Walking out the door, not turning back. It all felt foreign. A feeling that didn’t sit well with him. Gage held her tighter than he had in years. He just wasn’t sure he was ready to let go.
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Gage had one hand wrapped tightly around the wet strands of Tilly’s hair, her eyes to his. His other hand on her waist, her back arched. Her hands flat against the tile wall of the shower, fingers clawing the ceramic as Gage pounded into her from behind. The hot water beating at their sides.
Gage moved his eyes from Tilly’s, scanning down her body, and landed on her ass. A full ass that was tipped up and out for him. His eyes watching his cock disappearing into her tight pussy. “Fuck yeah,” he grumbled deeply. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
He felt her walls quickly closing around his cock before she let out on a strained moan. “Yes.”
Her pussy gripped his cock, staggering his steady plunges. “Jesus,” he muttered, before kissing her parted lips and moving his hands to lay atop of hers. His hips moved quicker, driving his cock deep inside her. Thrust after thrust, their breaths became louder, groans and moans echoing off the glass and tiled walls.
“Fuck,” Gage grunted when he came, his movements jerky. Tilly pushed back into him, fucking him, milking every last drop he had.
With the towels they used to dry off lying at the foot of the bed, Tilly and Gage lay in the king-sized bed. Tilly on her back, Gage’s head on her stomach, facing her feet, his fingers trailing along her stretch marks. “You have everything wrapped for tomorrow?”
She didn’t want to think about tomorrow. Didn’t want to think beyond right now. Her fingers played with his hair, a contentment she could grow use to. “Things have been wrapped and ready for weeks. How about you?”
“Yeah,” he muttered as he traced the mark on her pubic bone. “I’m done. I thought you were waiting for that sweater to come in for Ashley, did you cancel it?”
It wasn’t just the big things, but the little. He remembered that. She couldn’t help the smile or the exhale at how things were going to be different...and soon. “It wasn’t going to come in time, so yeah, I canceled it.” She tugged on his hair, his face lifted. “This time next year…” she didn’t have to finish the thought because she saw understanding move over Gage’s expression.
“Yeah,” he drawled lazily, thinking about the time when they didn’t have to hide. Gage laid his head back on her stomach, facing her. “Want your gift?” He asked, and wagging his brows with a smile.
God, she loved him. Chuckling, she ran a finger along his brow. “Yes, I want my gift.”
