“I can’t believe you said that.” I tease between calming chuckles.
“It’s true.” She shrugs with her palms up, a butter knife pinched between two fingers. “Gage has been married; I hated his ex-wife. In high school, he didn’t per say date one person. He dated a spectrum of slutty girls. Now that he has a girlfriend who I can joke with and that I love like a sister, I’m soooooo going to live it up, even if that includes razzing her about my brother’s penis.”
Like a sister. Tasha just said, like a sister. That feels really good to hear. Any anxiety I had about tonight just flew out the window with that comment.
“Alright, well I suppose that’s fair game. Just don’t expect me to go using a measuring tape and telling you it’s length.”
“Whose length? Mine? It’s eight and a quarter and thick.” Gage mouths off, announcing his grand entrance, with obvious humor cloaking his words.
Suddenly, Chelsea nearly chokes on her spit, and I hear Tasha snort a laugh. Leave it to Gage to liven up a situation.
His arms wrap around my waist as a thick chest is pressed against my back and that large eight and a quarter inch cock is rubbed against my red dress covered butt. Fully erect.
“I missed you.” Gage sweeps my hair over my opposite shoulder and settles his succulent lips onto the crook of my neck, dusting sweet kisses just under my ear down the curve of my neck and back again. Sending shiver after shiver to race down my spine, making my toes tingle and lady to take notice, swelling in my panties. Good thing I wore a less revealing dress today, for this exact reason.
I hear an ‘Awe’ float out of Tasha’s mouth.
“Did you now?” I bump my butt into his groin, which produces a grunt to expel from him, and he loses more willpower and begins to suck my neck, swirling his tongue in small circles between affixed lips.
Laying the knife on the counter, I lull my head back onto his shoulder, welcoming him to feast. Another grunt erupts and Gage’s grip on my waist tightens as he overzealously grinds against my butt, whispering into my ear, “Yes, and if you don’t stop that, I will kick my sister and Chelsea out of his room and less than a minute later I will be inside of you. Do you want that, Angel? Do you…”
His hand quickly moves from my waist and boldly cups my hardening sex.
Oh crap! What the hell is he doing!?
“Do you want that?” His hot breath mutters into my ear, teeth grazing the lobe.
I shake my head. “Not here.”
“Really? Why does she think different?” Using the heel of his palm, he massages lady, the only thing protecting the view of lady’s stiffness is the counter in front of me, blocking her from prying eyes.
God! Why he always have to feel so good?
I feel Chelsea’s anger progressively clouding the room. I don’t know how but the subtle agitated noises that are coming from her are almost palpable. Tasha’s resorted to whistling, minding her own business. Gage apparently has a thing for public displays. Either that or he can’t help himself.
“Because she’s a traitor. This is neither the time nor the place.” I gather my failing composure and wiggle out of his arms, neatly adjusting lady up into the waistband of my panties before I turn around.
I try not to look at Gage or I’ll succumb to his magnetism, so instead I focus on Tasha. “So Gage, tell your sister about yesterday.”
I hope the change in subject matter will help our cause. If not, Gage will undoubtedly do the barbaric thing he’s exhibited before. By throwing me over his shoulder and whisking me away to make love to me, not that I’d mind, if we were under different circumstances.
“I’ve heard Emma talk about it today, when we were playing ponies.” Maxwell chimes in, resting in the doorway of the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Gage glaring at him.
Do they not like each other? I never thought Gage disliked any of his family. Strange….
“They are My Little Ponies.” Gage harshly corrects his brother.
“Ah…yeah…. Well… I was some pink horse with sparkly wings and Emma was the queen.” Max says, like his brother’s attitude had zero effect on him.
To be honest when you look at Max and then at Gage, you wouldn’t think they could be related at all. Max is the furthest from being put together than most people I know, even Bob, Roni’s boyfriend, who uses the auto mechanics handbook to guide his fashion choices. Maxwell’s a jeans too loose kind of guy. Not baggy pants, almost pornographically too low riding on the hips kind. Plus, he isn’t wearing a shirt now. When I first arrived, he had on a black t-shirt. Nothing fancy and it was too big. Now he’s decided for whatever reason to ditch the shirt and is wearing only a pair of ultra-low pants. I can see his hip indentations. You know that V that makes women instantly stupid when they look at it. To Maxwell’s credit, he has a nice one, along with faintly defined muscles, on his tan, tattoo-less skin. Gage’s muscles are obvious, they are defined and they are so delicious I could have an orgasm just looking at his hot body. Max, on the other hand is a good-looking man. But his shaggy dark brown hair, few days old scruffy stubble, hides his potential. He could learn a few small tricks from Gage and he’d be ready to date somebody. As long as he got rid of his jeans that display he’s, A. Not wearing underwear, B. Manscapes himself bald, and C. His dick is about three inches wide. I can clearly see the root of it.
And because like a moron, I’ve been staring at him, while I’m telling you all about the way he looks for the past minute or so. He’s apparently taken notice, because let’s just say he’s standing at full attention. And whatever it is he’s packin’, it’s salute worthy. Officially revealing to me something I never thought I’d know — the Masterson brothers are hung. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it. But it’s impossible not to when the damn solider in question is pointing straight at me. Mortified isn’t even the word to describe how I am feeling right this second.
Turning my eyes to the side, looking away from the group, I finally zone in on a conversation I must have missed, when my brain was stupidly focused elsewhere.
“Why don’t you stop looking at her?” Gage snaps.
“Why did you bring her here?” Max counters.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“You knew before you brought her here.”
“Yeah, I did. But you’re not the one who’s been in love with her for six years.”
“So having a crush for two years doesn’t count?” Max argues.
A soft touch on my forearm forces me to turn my head and see Tasha with an ‘I’m sorry’ expression marking her face, standing next to me.
“Two brothers kind of have a difference of opinion.” Her arm is thrown over my shoulder, providing much needed comfort and I snuggle into her plush side. Feeling trapped in a kitchen with nowhere to go, Gage stands next to the backdoor and Max is filling up the kitchen doorframe, locking three women in a small confined space with two furious brothers.
“It doesn’t count.” I hear Gage snarl.
I follow Tasha to the corner of the room, next to the fridge and we turn around. Being their sister, my guess is this isn’t the first time she’s encountered them fighting. Chelsea is butted along the counter I had just inhabited, not far from Gage. It’s like she’s trying to edge closer to him.
Bitch.
“Yes it does. She was just checking me out.” Max retorts.
I was, but not because I’m attracted to him that way. It’s hard not to notice a man dressed like that.
Gage’s expression switches from anger to murderous, in a nanosecond.
“You look ridiculous, Max, what do you think she’s going to do? Since when you do not wear a shirt?”
Max shrugs and frowns, “I decided not to today.”
“Did you think she would see you half naked and want to fuck you?” Gage is spitting his words, he’s that pissed.
I can’t believe they are having it out in front of me, in front of everybody, in their father’s house.
Max’
s expression melts into one of sorrowful rejection and it pains me to see him deflate that severely.
“Oooohhhh…” Gage flails his arms animatedly, being an asshole. “My brother gets a fucking stiffy from my girlfriend when she walks in the door. I saw it then. That’s what pissed me off. Now you’re doing it again.”
Max’s eyes start to well with tears; his face is breaking my heart. I could almost cry for him. Gage is taking this too far.
“What big brother? Can’t take it?”
The slumping of Max’s shoulders and lowering of his head from sadness is enough. I can’t take this bullying anymore.
“Fuckin pussy, you spout shit about me loving a woman for six fucking years. Calling me names and telling me, I’m nothing. Just like mom did. Now you off and crush on her too. That’s not my fuckin’ fault I got there first, Max. Stop eye fucking her. She’s not yours. She’s mine. Got that you worthless piece of shit?”
That is it!
“Stop it right now!” I yell at Gage and everybody looks at me. Tasha releases her hold on my shoulder and I take a proud step forward.
Gage’s face immediately changes, like a wave of realization washes over him. “I’m—”
“No.” I cut him off, with my hard-edged tone and the wave of my hand. “You’re not anything. I didn’t want to come here today, Gage. I wanted to stay home and do this some other time. I came here to meet your family because you wanted that. I’ve never done that in my life. Now your brother and you get into some stupid fight, over me? Because he got a boner? Seriously? Do you know how often you give me one? Just talking to you does that to me.”
I hear a gasp and I glance to see Chelsea with wide eye’s, listening.
Oh shit!
Guess the cat is really out of the bag. Nothing like announcing you have a penis on your first day at your boyfriend’s family’s house. Dammit! If I didn’t already give them a reason not to like me, add that to the list.
They all know now.
They know.
Oh God!
I told them all.
What have I done?!
Tears of fear, rejection, sadness, and pain, pour from my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t go through this. I can’t be subjected to hatred and judgment, not again in my life. Why did I do this? It’s all my fault.
Concealing my eyes with my hands, I move lightning fast through the kitchen and Max steps out of my way to let me pass. Nobody has said a thing. Not even Gage.
Going to the front door, I pass Emma, who has a bright smile adoring her angelic face.
“Time for me to go honey.” I tell her, reaching out for my princess, rubbing the top of her head.
“Okay, I’m going too.” Emma decisively states.
My Emma, my sweet girl, whom I love so much.
I bend down and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hip and we walk out of the house.
Tugging the door shut behind me a hand stops it from closing, as a silent Gage breaks my hold and follows me outside.
“We need to talk.” He announces.
“No. I’m getting my purse and I’m calling Lincoln. Then Emma and I are going home.” I don’t care if he gets angry. I’m making the choice to take her with me. If he wants to fight me on it, bring it on. I’m taking her home. She’s mine.
She’s mine? Oh boy. I am really mixed up today.
After a date on Friday night with the two most important people in my life. Then waking up Saturday morning to a pretty little girl coming into my yoga studio again, where we went downstairs and had breakfast. Once daddy was up, we drove to the park, where Emma played and we all fed the ducks. Afterward, we dropped Emma at Tasha’s, and Gage drove me forty-five minutes to the nearest mall with a Victoria Secret, where we spent the better part of two hours picking out new panties and nighties. Following our shopping spree, we ate dinner at a tiny little bistro. On the way home, Gage pulled over and ended up forcing himself up my dress, to give lady another earth shattering orgasm. We came back and picked Emma up from Tasha’s. Emma left again this morning to go grocery shopping with Tasha before the family meal today. If all that time with my beautiful princess doesn’t in a way make her mine, then I don’t know what does. I realize Emma hasn’t been in my life for very long. But it doesn’t matter. She’s a huge part of me, a part of me that I would protect with my last dying breath.
I stare at him, awaiting his reply.
“Please, don’t leave. I’m sorry. Emma please come here.” Gage puts his arms out for her to climb into. She doesn’t budge and her arms around my neck tighten.
“I’m going with Lex, daddy.”
“Emma, you go inside and help your uncle set the table. I promise when Lex leaves you can go with her. You don’t have school tomorrow remember? And Lex is taking the day off work to stay home with you. So I promise, you will have plenty of time to spend together. Just give daddy a little time too. K, baby?”
Emma nods and I set her on the ground. Glancing over her shoulder, she looks to me just before she enters in through the front door and I promise her, “I’m not leaving without my princess.”
Closing the door behind her, Emma replies with a sweet smile, “K, Mommy.”
My heart in that first moment of my life feels something I’ve never felt before. It overwhelms me so much; I have to cover my heart with my hand to keep it from bursting from my chest.
Gage is motionless two feet in front of me, standing in the gravel of his father’s driveway, both of us frozen in shock.
She called me Mommy!
Gage
Emma called Lex, Mommy. My daughter, called the love of my life, Mommy. No matter what happened today between me and Max. Or me and Lex. Emma, my baby, called my Angel, mommy. Emma barely calls Melissa mommy, she calls her mother or mom. Emma has a mommy now. By the emotional wave that overtook Lex, when Emma said that. I’m guessing she feels the same about her. I kind of already knew that. But the woman standing in front of me confirms my observation, multiplied times a hundred. The expression of happiness on Lex’s face is what women are supposed to feel when they hear those words. That’s how I’d always hoped Melissa would react to Emma. Never did though.
Taking the short stride to my Angel, I wrap her into my arms, pressing her head to my heart. “I love you, I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she mutters, wrapping her arms around my back, holding onto me. Like she’s afraid if she doesn’t she might fly away.
“The Max thing. I shouldn’t have done it.”
“Yeah well, he won’t think that way again after I just told them I have a penis.”
“Max knows.”
“What?!” she screeches into my chest, as I begin to run my fingers through her hair to calm her. I can feel her tense body in my arms. I need to relax her before she loses her shit again.
Today was supposed to be a quick and easy, early family supper. When we were at breakfast this morning and Tasha dropped by to pick Emma up to go grocery shopping, Lex began to unravel. Bit-by-bit as the time to come to my families grew closer, Lex’s anxiety sprouted to new heights. I tried giving her an orgasm this morning in our bedroom to calm her. I fed her my cock, to try to calm her. I even massaged her shoulders while she soaked in the tub and listened to Patsy. Nothing worked. Nine dress changes, three hairstyle changes, eight shoe changes and jewelry; I couldn’t count how many times she swapped out earrings. By the time we got here to my dad’s, I was feeling nearly as much anxiety she was until my sister came to the rescue. Gotta love Tasha, I have no damn clue what I’d do without that woman half the time.
“Max apparently already knew. The only person who doesn’t is my dad…and well Chelsea, but she knows now.”
If one-word leaks into town about Lex’s extra fuckin’ sexy appendage, I will sue Chelsea. I know she has a big mouth and Lex doesn’t need the stress. I told Tasha just as much, before I left to come out and convince my Angel to stay and have dinner with us. One thing I did find out tonight is that my brother al
so knows about lady. Tasha must have spilled the beans to him over the past year. Might have been the time Max was talking shit to me about loving a woman I didn’t have the balls to pursue. A woman he’s crushed on for a few years. Faith, Lex’s mom is friends with Max. They chat when Faith stops by the gas station for coffee, tea, or whatever else. I had a feeling part of my brother’s fixation stems from her mother’s charms. Lex is amazing, and then add Faith into the picture and it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with Lex. Faith is a sweet woman and loves her daughter implicitly. Adding her to the package of Lex, and it’s a match made in heaven. Although, for me the match is because Faith is sweet and all men want a nice mother in law. For Max, I have no damn clue what his angle is. Nor do I give a fuck.
As long as Max doesn’t pull that bullshit stunt again, nearly showing my fuckin’ woman his dick, we’ll be good. That little show would be bold, even for me. For him, it’s in a whole other galaxy. Max is usually the shy, reserved brother, who mouths off only to me, never a man to flaunt a damn thing. Let alone whip out his cock in a house full of people, must have been desperate to go to the lengths that he did.
“Angel?”
“Huh?”
“What cha thinkin’ about?”
“That your brother and Chelsea now know. That girl already doesn’t like me. This could be very bad.”
“It won’t be. I’ve got it covered.” I confidently explain. I do have it covered and if that coverage means getting Lincoln involved to arrest Chelsea then so be it. Or if I have to sue her or have her declared mentally disabled. I will. No lengths will ever be ruled out to insure Lex’s emotional and physical safety. She’s been treated horrifically almost her entire life, fifteen years plus another one-year with Brian. That’s sixteen years of her twenty-eight years that she was abused. That will never happen again. One way or the other, Lex will never be hurt, ever again.
“We’re good in here.” I hear my sister say from behind me.
“That means?” I ask.
“That means I spoke with her and we’re good. No worries. Now if you’ve done your groveling, then bring her back inside. Dinner is on the table. We are waiting for you two.”
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