Page 65 of See You Sometime
He couldn’t.
Fuck.
He didn’t know how long he stood there when he heard someone approach. Something cold touched the back of his hand, and there stood Tilly, holding two bottles of water.
“Thanks,” he hoarsely said. He spit again, then rinsed his mouth out before taking a long swallow.
She wasn’t smiling.
In fact…the look on her face kinda scared him.
She leaned against the tree, avoiding his puke puddle, and stared at him for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded low, deadly, full of venom.
“Either let her go,now, before she falls harder for you than she already has, or sac the fuck up. Shewantsto be yours. Hell, she’salreadyyours. Do younotunderstand what a big fucking deal that is? All you have to do islether be yours. Stop holding on to fear. You won’t break her unless you lead her on and drop her because you’re too chickenshit to see what’s right in front of you.
“Listen to your heart instead of your guilt. You have to let the fear of her walking out of your life have the upper hand over the fear of what you think is ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ about what you’re doing to her. When you do that, you’llfinallystart learning how to keep her happy, and you’ll be happy in the process.”
“I can’t do that to her.”
“Fuck, dude, there are plenty of guys who will. Either let her find one, or be prepared to give her standing permission to play with others. Hell, Landry had a blast topping her. There aren’t many bottoms who can play with him full-bore, let me tell you what. Damn sure not me. She can get her fix, you get a happy girl, my fucking sadist of a hubby gets a new victim to maul, everyone’s a winner.”
“Isn’t that unfair to her?”
“How? Unless you’re so selfish you can’t make an allowance for her to play with someone else. In that case, I default back to let her go.”
“But I love her,” he hoarsely whispered.
Tilly tipped her head as she stared at him. “I don’t usually make this offer to people, but if your only concern is you can’t do impact play with her, then fine. Landry, Cris, and I will be happy to take care of that, long-term. She can come over to our house for training and play like Bob does, except without sexy aspects. That shit can happen away from your sensitive special snowflake eyes, and you can still have your girl. I trust my husbands, and I trust Bob. Who, by the fucking way, is inside giving aftercare toyourgoddamned girl because you’re out here throwing a puking pity party for yourself instead of responsibly adulting.”
She stormed off after shoving the other bottle of water at him.
Fuck.
She was right, and he knew it. Because Tilly’s opinion wasn’t the outlier. Eliza and others had told him the same thing. Skye had never lied or hid who she was or what she needed when it came to BDSM.
And for some stupid reason, she wantedhim, too.
This wasn’t like she’d concealed this part of herself and then suddenly sprung it on him out of nowhere.
After finishing the first bottle of water, he followed Tilly back inside.
Chapter Sixteen
Skye had known—and agreed—that the contingency plan, just in case, was that Bob would step in for her aftercare if something happened and Axel couldn’t.
She wasn’t even thinking about that when Walt built to a big finish with a heavy cane before unclipping her hands from the bar.
All she’d thought about was how good it’d felt, how it took her out of her head.
How she wasn’t beating herself up for overlooking what’d probably been even more years of infidelity on Kelly’s part before she actually suspected him and caught him. About how he’d likely been trying to set her up so he could claim to have caught her cheating to help him out with the pre-nup.
About how stupid she’d been for a long time.
And how it’d left her longing and needing something that might possibly destroy the first really good relationship she had a chance to have as an adult.
Someone draped the fleece throw around her, but when they started leading her to one of the couches, she knew it wasn’t Axel. He wasn’t tall enough, and he didn’t smell like Axel.
Bob.
