Page 57 of Dirty Play

Gwen chooses that moment to make her way into the kitchen, thankfully giving me a moment to gather my thoughts as my family all turn to stare at her, curiosity on my parents’ faces while Kylie and Vince just look confused. I grab her drink and set it down next to me, her surprised smile the best part of my day so far.

Well…second best.

“Hi, sweetie,” my mom says as she stands up and wraps Gwen in a hug. I probably should’ve warned Gwen that my family is very huggy… but she’s handling it well, only starfishing for a second or two before hugging my mom back. “It’s nice to see you in the daytime, I hope you slept okay.”

“I did,” Gwen says. Her cheeks redden, probably remembering how we woke up this morning, my cock hard, rubbing up against her ass. Yeah… I wouldn’t mind waking up like that again.

Which is weird, considering I never like sleeping with people.

Unless it’s Gwen, you like sleeping with her.

“Thank you so much for coming to help Cade… even though it seems we are just now finding out why it’s needed,” Kylie says, turning back to glare at me, and it feels like tiny little needles poking me.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I work at the hospital where he had the surgery—specifically with the recipient—and he still waited minutes before the scheduled time to let me know.”

And there she is, ladies and gentlemen, the Gwen I know and adore is out and ready to play. Her first victim: me.

“Cade Williams, I raised you better than that,” my mother scolds as she leads Gwen to a seat. “You really didn’t tell anyone about this? Harris, maybe?”

“Nope, and don’t worry, he already yelled at me enough for all of y’all.”

“It’s about time someone told you how it is,” Vince murmurs.

“Hold up a second,” my dad says, his eyebrows scrunched when he looks at me. “Did she say recipient?”

“Yes, sir,” I say, feeling the air change in the room like it’s harder to take a deep breath.

“Recipient… for what?” he asks, and I watch as they exchange knowing glances, understanding finally crossing each of their faces. They know after everything that happened, there’s only one reason I would ever go through this… another perfect match.

“Kidney transplant,” I mumble, Gwen’s hand gripping my thigh like she knows I need to be grounded. It’s hard having this conversation without Gwen knowing everything, and thankfully, my family hasn’t figured out that she’s not just my nurse so they won’t go into detail unless I initiate it.

“For who?” my dad says, still looking confused.

“A fifteen-year-old girl I met at the hospital. Her name is Kennedy.”

“How is she doing?” my mother asks, tears in her eyes, memories thick in the air.

“She’s doing well,” Gwen jumps in. “She still has a way to go because she’s been fighting this for a while, but she’s making progress every day.”

Gwen fills my parents in on how it all went, letting them know about my recovery, but I’m lost in my siblings’ gaze, both of them staring at me, obviously hurt they didn’t hear about this.

For the third time since the surgery, I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for not telling someone.

It doesn’t take long this morning for everyone to disperse, the usual work of the day taking over. Vince and I get up to help my dad, which Gwen thinks is a great idea. Although she gives me strict instructions that I’m basically not to do anything, just watch and supervise. If she finds out I lift anything and hurt myself, she’s bound to kick my ass. Both my dad and Vince get a kick out of her attitude. And before I can say anything, Kylie and my mom make their way out to the porch with a pitcher of tea, Gwen in tow, their favorite way to spend a day.

The thought shouldn’t make me so happy, but it does.

By the time we make it out to the field where they’re working on fixing the fence, I find a seat on a tractor and just watch them. It’s not like I can do anything. If I even pick up a fence post, I’m sure Gwen will find me.

Besides, the longer it takes me to recover, the longer I spend not inside her, and dammit, that’s the only place I truly want to be right now.

“Vince, will you grab that shovel over there so we can start digging a new hole? We’re gonna need to bury this pole a little deeper. Maybe that’ll help.”

He grabs it and gets to work while I help my dad measure everything, feeling pretty damn useless since the only thing they are letting me do is hold a tape measure. “Have you thought about securing this pole with the other one for extra support?” I ask.

“Do you even know how to fix a fence anymore, Cade?” Vince grumbles, out of breath from digging, tone is annoyed.

“Vince,” my father warns.

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