Page 55 of Our Broken Pieces
When my cock finally softened, I pulled out and watched as my cum started leaking out of her body. Since that wouldn’t do, I reached out with my hand and rub that shit all over her swollen cunt and inner thighs. Mystic let out a soft groan before collapsing on the couch, and I knew it was time to head to the bedroom.
After all, my dick still hadn’t felt the wetness of her mouth or the tightness of her ass yet.
Chapter 35
Mystic~
My body ached, but it was a good kind of ache.
After Gage had carried me to the bedroom, he had undressed us both, and then proceeded to make good on his promise to leave nothing on my body untouched. We had sex three more times before he let up, and now, we were in my kitchen getting a late-night snack.
Gage set the chopped-up fruit on the kitchen counter between us. “How was your visit with your brother?”
I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “Good,” I replied. “I forget how much I miss him sometimes.”
“And the rest of your family?”
I grabbed an apple slice. “I don’t know. I don’t talk to them.” I tossed the apple slice in my mouth, buying some time to further explain.
Gage grabbed a salted cucumber slice before asking, “Why not?”
“I can’t find it in myself to forgive what they did to me back then,” I told him truthfully.
Gage’s next words shocked me, as I couldn’t imagine he was a fan of my family. “They did what they did because they thought they were protecting you, Mystic.”
I shook my head. “That’s not the unforgiveable part, Gage.”
“It’s not?” I shook my head. “Then, what is?”
I stuff a peach slice in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed before explaining, “I can’t forgive how they took Margot’s word over mine, Gage. Instead of coming to me and talking to me, and giving me a chance to explain, they went to her and bought her version of our relationship. By the time they called me into Mrs. Berny’s office, they already had their minds made up. You were an abuser and I was your victim. They made me feel awful about myself and the things I wanted.”
“Look, baby, don’t take this the wrong way, because I hate your family with an unmeasurable passion. However, most people wouldn’t believe a teenager, no matter what.”
“It didn’t stop there, Gage,” I replied. “For the next few months, my father was hateful, my mother was a crying mess, and Destiny treated me like a victim. No matter how many times I tried to tell them they misread the situation, they continued to believe Margot over me. Even when I tried to explain that Margot was just jealous because Chance didn’t care about her the way you cared about me, they still dismissed me as lying or not knowing what I was talking about.” I took a deep, exhausting breath. “I can forgive someone trying to protect me. But what I can’t forgive are people treating me like my thoughts and emotions have no value. As if they weren’t valid.”
Gaged walked around the island and stepped in between the legs I opened for him. “So, you haven’t spoken to them in ten years?”
“I stopped talking to them completely around my sophomore year in college. That’s what made Alaric drive down to my school and demand an explanation from me. He knew all about what happened, but he’d gotten my parents and Destiny’s version of events. He was the only person who cared enough to listen to my side and not judge my truth or accuse me of making shit up.”
“Does he know we’re back together?”
“Are we?” I asked. “Are we really, Gage?
His head reared back, and he looked confused, but also mildly pissed off. “What? You don’t think we are?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I think the sex might be clouding everything else.”
“Maybe for you,” he retorted. “But I know what I want, Mystic. And it’s what I’ve always wanted.You.”
“So, then, we start dating and-” Gage’s dark laugh stopped me.
He leaned down until I could see the different shades of blue in his eyes. “We’re not dating, Mystic. We aren’t two random people who met at bar one night and decided to see where this could go. Since I was fourteen-fucking-years-old, you are the only female I have ever wanted to be with. You are the only thing that matters in my life. Even when you weren’t in my life, you still were. You were everywhere I looked. You were everywhere I went. You were every fucking dollar I ever made.”
“Gage…” I whispered.
“And if you don’t think this thing between us is designed by fate, how in the fuck do you explain how we both ended up in Chicago? How do you explain finding yourself working for Lorcan and the fact that Lorcan just happened to become my best friend in college? What are the odds that we’d end up in the same place, together, ten years later, Mystic?”
I didn’t have an answer for any of those questions. Each of us could have easily landed anywhere else in the country instead of Chicago. Not to mention, with ten years passed, both of us could have been married to someone else by now.
