Page 21 of Stone
Can we raincheck tonight? Kimmy’s boyfriend cheated on her, and she needs me
I press send without hesitation before I sigh.
I hate that I’m not going to see him. My stomach is actually tightening, but my sister needs me, and over the years, she’s always come first. He knows that won’t change.
I deflate as I pull up to my apartment building half an hour later and climb out of my jeep after grabbing my bag, the thought of not seeing Cage becoming more real but I pause when I hear, “I have a trunk full of ice cream and junk food as well as a shovel,” and I turn to see Cage leaning against his truck with a smirk on his face.
His hair, longer than he had it when we met is messy on top, his shirt is stretching across his muscles from where his arms are crossed, and my heart pounds in my chest at the feelings that build deep inside me seeing he’s here.
“A shovel, huh?” I say as a lump builds in my throat.
I told him what happened, and he’s here for me, for my sister.
Damn, I think this man just stole the entirety of my heart.
“Yep, we can plan his murder upstairs,” he replies, and I grin widely as I drop my bag on the floor and walk over to the person I know I won’t be able to live without. He opens his arms and I push myself into his body, my hands instantly gripping his shirt and lay my head over his heart, the beating soothing me while he wraps his arms around me, kissing my head.
“How was your day, red?” he asks, and I sigh, “Better now. Your friend's son, Caleb, was admitted a few days ago.”
He hums and confesses, “I know, Dirty mentioned he should be discharged today.”
Well, that news got out quick.
“Dr. Mathews is discharging him as we speak, and he’s expecting a large monster truck,” I admit, and Cage laughs and replies, “It’s already waiting for him,” and I smile, giving my weight to Cage.
“Apparently because of that monster truck, Caleb thinks I should dump you and get with his Uncle Stone,” I say and I look up at my amazing boyfriend whose brows hit his hairline, “Apparently his Uncle Stone is in a very bad marriage to a patch chaser, his words not mine, and would love me. I’ve got to say, for a six year old he knows a lot more than people realize,” I frown and ask, “What is a patch chaser?”
Cage blinks several times, his mouth parting a little in surprise, and I hum and mumble, “That is exactly how Dirty and I looked when he said it.”
Cage blinks again, then mutters, “A patch chaser is someone who wants the brother for their cut and what it brings, not their heart.”
I nod as if I understand, but I really don’t, unless it’s all about money. Caleb did say the woman wanted a ‘cushy life’.
Cage clears his throat and declares, “I think I need to have words with that boy and his big ears,” and I laugh as I move my hands from his back and slowly glide them up and around his neck, going on my tiptoes, and he smiles as he meets me halfway, pressing his lips against mine. It isn’t sweet and slow, it's hard and full of pure love, causing him to tighten his arms around my waist, lifting me a little.
He pulls back first, placing his forehead against mine as my feet dangle and he breathes, “If we carry on, I’ll be making love to you on my hood, and we need to go cheer up your little sister and plot the little shit's death.”
My heart pounds as pure love fills me, and I can’t keep it in.
“I love you, Cage,” I whisper, then taking a deep breath, I admit, “and I love you even more knowing how much you care for my sister. I want forever with you.”
Chapter 9
Stone
“I love you, Cage,” she whispers the words I longed to hear from her mouth, “and I love you even more knowing how much you care for my sister. I want forever with you.”
I gently chew my bottom lip while waiting for Kelly to complete my order, or more like Caleb's order this morning, as Rose’s words come back to me. Words I have wanted to hear for five fucking months, and I look at my wedding ring.
We’ve been married for five months, and she has no idea, and I can’t even seem to give a shit that she’ll be upset with me. Our connection, it’s fucking everything and I think it’s time my dad found out the truth.
I’m done with his fear.
“I love you too, Rose, so fucking much,” I whisper back, and her eyes tear up before she presses her lips against mine, andI hold her tighter to me, kissing her back with just as much passion.
After spending the evening with my girl and her sister, trying to help her through her first heartbreak, I spent the night making love to Rose. Showing her I meant every word while repeating them several times as we made love until she understood, I do, in fact love her too. That I was hers and she was mine before I had to leave her this morning for church but obviously lied which I hate to do and said it was work.
I promised Kimberly I’ll leave the shovel in my truck if she wants to commit murder, which made the sweet fifteen-year-old laugh. I had to physically drag myself away from my wife because today she’s spending it with Donna.
