Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (30 page)

He shrugs, sucking me. I know he’s enjoying
it. I can see the happy lines crease around his eyes.

“You’re not going to take me out of your
mouth to answer me are you?”

He shakes his head, and I giggle a smile.

“Can I ask you questions? You nod or shake
your head in answer?”

He nods.

“Do you like touching me?”

Nod.

“Are you going to let me touch you?”

Shakes his head, and I frown.

“Have you known about
lady
all
along?”

Nod.

“And it doesn’t turn you off?”

Shakes head repeatedly and an ‘uh-uh’ garbles
out of his throat.

“Can I get up to take a shower?”

Shakes his head. I giggle.

“
When
…can I get up and take a
shower?”

His eyes take in my body, sitting atop of his
and he cutely bounces his manly eyebrows and sucks me forcefully a
few times. Making me groan.

I get the point.

“Not until I get off?”

He smiles, and nods.

“Okay, then you better work your magical
mouth. I’ve got to shower, do yoga and we need to talk.”

He nods and starts sucking me harder and
deeper into his mouth. Grabbing my butt, he lifts me off his chest,
scoots down a little and positions me so he can control my hips
thrusting. His arms do the work, as I hold onto the nightstand and
he forces me to hump hard into his face with loud and powerful
thrusts. Gagging as he hammers my length too far into the back of
his throat, tears steam down his face and he does it again. Rough
and forcefully, he makes me fuck his face and he moans the entire
time, watching me, as I writhe on top of him. Unable to keep myself
from steeping in the intense ecstasy, I let go and moan, allowing
the pleasure to shamelessly overtake me.

Hot come erupts from my prick and I lose
myself again, in his hot wet mouth. Wringing me dry, he sets me
back onto his chest, and with a ‘pop’ removes my length from his
sexy mouth.

Devilishly smiling, he licks his lips.

“You taste so good. I hope you let me do that
every day
.”

My eyes widen. He wants this to be more than
a one-night stand. Now, I’m confused. I thought all Gage wanted was
sexual encounters. I hear men say a lot of things in the heat of
the moment, but we’re past that now.

Pushing off his chest with my hands, I stand
and pace my room. What is going on here? I’m elated he likes lady.
That makes me feel beyond ecstatic, and I like Gage. I mean really
like him.

Shaking my head, bewildered, I see him stand
out of the corner of my eye.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, breaking the
pregnant silence.

“I…I thought you just wanted to…you know… I
didn’t.” I shrug, chewing my cheek.

“Didn’t know what?” He’s getting angry,
again.

“That you wanted more. Every day kind of… I
mean…” I stop pacing and shrug again, raising my hands palms up,
with my shoulders this time.

“You think I’d take you to bed like I did
last night and not want to do it all the time? Seriously? Do you
not know me at all?”

“I….I…dunno.”

I don’t want to talk about feelings. Feelings
aren’t good to discuss, not when my mind is such a clustered
overwhelmed mess.

“Goddammit Lex, I fucking want you. Not just
sex.” He punches the air and growls, “Fuck!”

I wince as his anger rolls through the room
like a wild fog.

“Do you think I don’t dream about you? That I
don’t want to date you? I want that. I want it all, Lex. Please
give it to me. I can make you happy.”

The way he kisses me and touches me, it all
feels so right. I can’t deny that. I care for Gage, more than I
know I should. What he’s asking for, it is too much… Way, way too
much. Men like him will drown me. I won’t be myself anymore. I will
fall in love with him. I can already feel it brewing deep inside
me, my heart already yearns for him. I can’t go down that slippery
slope, no way, no how. I was brave to open my body. I can’t open up
the past or the rest of what makes me, me. That’s too painful of a
path to venture down. He wouldn’t understand. I’m sure he already
has questions about why I have what I have, and not a vagina like
he’s used to. The rest is darker, gloomier and more painful than
that. He mustn’t know any of it. I can’t speak about it, to no one.
Ever!

Turning away so I don’t have to see his
pained expression, I mutter. “I think you should leave.”

“No.”

“Gage, please. This isn’t going to work.”

“Yes it is!”

I flinch at his outburst.

Warm arms surround me, pulling my back
against his chest. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have yelled.” He kisses
my neck.

Damn him! He’s distracting me.

“Stop. Please.” I cry, my heart aches too
much.

“No. I’ve been trying to be with you for six
years, Lex. Since I was the one who worked on your case with
Brian.”

He’s lying! What a low, painful blow!

“Get out!”

“No.” He holds me closer and I start to
tremble and helplessly cry in his arms. “I’m not. This is the truth
and you’re going to fucking listen, even if I have to hold you down
and suck your nipples, until you come a hundred times and you can’t
move any longer. You are going to listen. I need to tell you.”

I nod giving in. Sucking back a sob. I don’t
have much choice.

Gage

“Six years ago, Biff, the lawyer who worked
your case, handed me a file. Your file. I read it. I memorized it.
I worked night and days for weeks on that case. I was married, I
loved my wife, but you consumed me from page one. I loved you from
the first day I got that folder, Lex. I’ve fucking loved you for
six years.” I get to the point, I lay it all out with my deep, but
gentle voice.

Turning her around, I stop my story and I
wipe her tears. I know this going to be hard to hear, but she
deserves to know. Bending forward, I kiss her neck and she
whimpers. I know she can’t decide whether to run, fight, or listen.
I’m not giving her a choice. I’ve waited long enough.

Reaching around her backside I unzip the
dress and she trembles. Sliding one strap of the dress off her
shoulder and then the other, it falls over her breasts and she
screeches out a horrified cry. Covering herself with her hands.

“Let me.” I order and tug the gown to the
ground pooling around her feet. Exposing her naked body to me
fully. Just like I’ve always remembered her in her pictures. It’s
covered in thick pink, ridged scars.

“Beautiful.” I breathe, soaking in the soft
purity in her glorious form. Unbuttoning my pants, I drop them to
the floor and kick them to the side. She hasn’t stopped shaking or
crying. This is good for her. She needs this. I need this. We need
this. I’m doing this for us, or that’s what I’m telling myself.
Slowly, I unbutton my white dress shirt and shrug it off my
shoulders dropping it onto the floor. Through her tears, I know
she’s taking in my body. I’m muscular, I have toned ridged abs, a
deep V at my hips, and a dark dusting of hair that runs from my
cock to my chest where it fans out. My chest is hard and firm. I
have tattoos everywhere, to cover my own scars.

Lastly, I hook my thumbs into my waistband of
my black boxer briefs and drop them to the floor. I’m naked in
front of her and she is naked before me. Both of us, playing an
emotional game of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

Stealing her shaking hand into my own, I run
her cold pointer finger along the rim of my bleeding heart tattoo
that’s above where my actual heart lies. My tattoo is old school
with a key lock, blood dripping, and it’s a show stopping piece of
art. Around the rim of it lies a scar, one of many I’ve gathered
over the years. This one being a broken beer bottle carved into my
chest from my drunken mother.

Her eyes widen in surprise as the soft pad of
her finger caresses the raised scar. I show her another. A scar
that rides low on my abdomen and spans from nearly hip-to-hip. I
also received that one from my mother when she hit me in the
stomach with a metal shovel for cleaning out the beer bottles from
under the seat of her car. Each new scar I allow her to feel and I
explain in short detail what they mean. Her crying stops as she
starts to willingly explore my naked inked body.

Once she comes to the tops of my thighs still
exploring my front. She sucks in a hissing breath, as her fingers
dance and caress dozens of cigarette burns. “I have those too.” She
whispers.

“I know.” I reply, just as quietly, not
wanting to break her momentum.

Sliding her hands down my calves she stops at
a chunk of flesh that was pulverized. “Motorcycle accident.” I
explain and she nods.

I turn around. Gliding her hands up the back
of my legs she stops right below my smooth firm butt.

“What do you see?” I whisper.

“A hot ass.” She giggles and pinches my
butt.

She’s in a better mood already. Good. I knew
this would help us. She needs to realize she’s not the only one
who’s been beaten and hurt. We’re in this together.

“Tell me more about your story.” Grabbing my
hips as leverage, she stands and that’s when she sees it. I know
she does. It’s impossible not to realize it. Especially if it’s
like looking in the mirror.

“Oh my god!” she shrieks and I ready myself
for her to bolt but she doesn’t. Her hand touches it. Sensuously,
like a feather tracing my back.

“Is that?”

“Yes, that’s you.”

“I’m not that pretty.”

Boy, oh, boy, is she wrong. Nothing in this
world could compare to her beauty.

“You’re even more so.” I reassure her.

Lex

That
is
me! I am looking at myself.
Gage has an entire tattooed back piece of an angel. Her body
including scars, face and hair, everything about her is
me
.
Except her wings—those are large and resting outward. She’s so
beautiful and angelic, sweet, and impeccably intricate. The angel
is nearly naked, her body draped on a silken cloth just over her
breasts and privates. A wispy silken banner waves around her body
as if it had been windblown. On the thin fabric it says ‘To Love
You Is to Receive a Glimpse of Heaven.’

Then it registers with me, like I was smacked
right in the face. “You’re him, aren’t you?”

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps
hurtles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its
destination full of hope.”

I gasp.

The Suit Master!

Instinctively, I sock him in the back and he
grunts. “What’d you do that for?” As he turns around with his cock
hard.

“Does me hitting you, turn you on?” I
basically spit acid in his face using my words.

“No, you being naked does. And look.” He
points down at mine and she’s ruining this moment. She’s growing.
Why! Why can’t she listen to my brain and not her own!?

I scowl and toss my hands over my bare chest
and he grins. “I am the Suit Master. Yes, I originally used that as
way to get into your life. Then Corey kind of ruined my plans and I
had to take matters into my own hands.”

“How were you texting me?” I’m now tapping my
agitated foot on the floor.

How dare he do all of this!

“I have two numbers programed into my phone.
With separate texting mailboxes. It was simple. Are you mad?”

Bunching my fists at my sides. I can’t decide
if this is the sexiest and sweetest thing or the fucking dumbest.
It’s too flattering to ignore. However, deceiving me, peeves me off
big time!

“I… I…don’t know.”

Sawing my lip with my teeth, I stare, fixated
on nothing and I think. Pondering, deep and hard.