Page 40 of Stone
Rose
I gently chew my bottom lip as I play with my fingers, trying my hardest not to run my nails over Cage’s arm. The same arm that is currently flung over my stomach as he sleeps.
It’s early, and yet despite several orgasms, I can’t seem to shut my head off.
I gave in, I let my emotions take over like an idiot, and now my crap, my husband is lying on his stomach, his head facing the door with his heavy arm slung over my stomach, asleep with the sheets just covering his lower half. While I am completely naked with the sheets covering my body from my chest downwards.
Dammit, what is wrong with me?
Why did I give in?
He lied, he manipulated me, and then expected me to be okay with everything, yet I gave in. I mean, it was absolutely amazing,and my body aches in a delicious kind of way, but still I gave freaking in.
“I can feel you thinking hard from here, red,” Cage mumbles, and I jump.
Crap, I thought he was asleep.
I clear my throat as he turns his head and his sleepy eyes connect with my what probably looks like my panicked ones.
“Talk to me, baby, tell me what’s on your mind,” he whispers, and I swallow hard, not knowing what to do.
I can tell him exactly how I feel, or I can run…
As if he can read my mind, he demands softly, “Don’t run, talk to me.”
My eyes race between his, and I choke, “You lied.”
“I did,” he admits, “But not intentionally, baby.”
Sighing, he moves up the bed, but instead of leaning against the headboard, he pulls the sheet away from me and climbs on top of me, parting my thighs before settling in between my legs, shocking me. Then states, “That’s better,” just as he blindly finds my deliciously sore entrance and thrusts forward, making me gasp.
“Okay…” He says, and we lock eyes as he gently runs his fingers through my hair while leaning up on his other arm. “I didn’t expect you, Rose,” he admits, “I never wanted an old lady or a wife, I just wanted to make my dad and the club proud. Elsie forced my hand, knowing my stance with the club, knowing I was going to become the vice president. I didn’t want to get married, and I certainly didn’t want tostaymarried to her, but my dad begged, pleaded and threatened. At first, he used my role within the club as collateral. It scared me, then I just said fuck it, whatever, because I knew I was never going to find the one, as my mama calls it,” he smiles slightly, “Then in comes this beautiful redhead dancing like no one was around in my club, and I was hooked. Elsie never came to mind, only you. I knewthere and then I was going to claim you, I just didn’t know how without upsetting my dad.”
Cage gently moves his hand and traces my nose as he admits, “I was on a club run when some brothers mentioned divorcing Elsie without anyone knowing and mentioned marrying you, and honestly, red,” he locks eyes with mine, “I didn’t even have to think about it. I fell madly and deeply in love with you in a week then spent five months making sure you knew it so I could tell you that I married you. So I could tell you that, while yes, I was married before you, we never slept together, never stayed in the same home, and as soon as you came along I didn’t want to pretend in public for my dad anymore. The day you saw us, I was threatening her, Rose and if I had seen you, I probably would have claimed you in front of everyone without a second thought.”
Cage moves slightly, grabbing something off my nightstand before I notice the black box in his hand, and I swear my heart stops.
Ignoring my wide eyes I know I have going on, he opens the box and takes out the rings. Grabbing my left hand, slowly, he glides the engagement ring on first, the metal feeling so right, yet so wrong. Then slides on the wedding ring and throws the box on the floor all while I stare at my hand with the perfect rings on as he grips hold of it.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers, and we lock eyes as he continues, “I love you so much, I married you after a week of knowing you, a whole fucking week, and I knew you were supposed to be mine… I know I lied, I know I kept shit from you, but honestly, Rose, I didn’t know how to navigate us and everything with Elsie and the club. I did what I thought was best at the time in making you mine always. I can’t say I regret it because having you as my wife, it is everything. If you want the big lavish wedding, fine, you can have it, you want a smallwedding, again you can have it, you can have whatever you want except a divorce because baby. I went three months without you, I can’t go anymore, I physically don’t have it in me.”
My eyes tear up as he links our fingers and he commands, “Just tell me one thing, just one…” his eyes race between mine, “That you love me, that the feelings you had before everything went to shit are still there.”
My bottom lip wobbles, and I know I can’t lie to him. I know I can’t pretend to have moved on because, he knows I didn’t.
Unlike him, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
“I love you,” I admit on a choke. He nods and returns, “Then everything else, we’ll get through, we’ll fix it together,” I open my mouth to tell him it doesn’t work that way, that love doesn’t mean two people should be together because you also need trust, that he broke mine. Before I can even voice this, before I can explain that us sleeping together means nothing, he presses his lips against mine, and my clit pulses like a traitor while my eyes close and I melt.
Damn body.
Cage licks my bottom lip, wanting access, and of course, all my morals and all my willpower fly out the window. I open my mouth, and our tongues tangle before he moves his hips slowly and steadily. We begin to make love, which makes my eyes tear up. I kiss him harder as he places our hands beside my head.
Everything inside me fills with emotions as our bodies move as one, I moan into his mouth as he swivels his hips, hitting my clit.
He shows me how much he loves me with his body, never going too fast, making love to me, all while confusing my emotions.
I want to fall into him, to tell him to never let me go, but how can I get over the trust that he broke? How can I look myself in the mirror every day, knowing I broke up a marriage, even if he’s declaring there was no love?
