Page 66 of All Your Lies
He soaps up his body while I watch the suds run down his muscular ass and equally muscular legs, which are also covered in ink. He is perfection, and I, unfortunately and undoubtedly, can’t take my eyes off him, even if I wanted to.
The longer I stand here and watch him, the hotter I feel. My skin is burning and blushing with a strange, feverish warmth.I should leave. This isn’t right. I’m a total creep for watching him without his knowledge, but it’s just like at his club, in those rooms. I’m unable to avert my gaze. He continues to wash himself, and by some miracle, I snap out of my haze.
I attempt to take a step back just as Gage faces me. The water from the showerhead beads off his skin.
His eyes pin me in place as a mischievous smirk adorns his face. He licks his full lips before holding his full bottom lip prisoner with his teeth.
With a crook of his long, tattooed finger, he beckons me closer, his eyes full of sin. I take a deep gulp, my throat tightening, before vigorously shaking my head in refusal.
Despite my desire to retreat now that I’m caught, I find myself rooted to the spot as he persistently gestures for me to come closer. My eyes widen as he decides for me.
Gage is dripping wet, soap still running trails down his hard body as he steps forward and out of his walk-in shower. I try my best to keep my eyes above the waist. It’s a task that requires more effort than I ever imagined, and I might have accidentally peeked because… wow.
His front presses against mine, and his nose runs up and down my neck before he groans into my ear.
I take a deep breath in as goose bumps form like a fever all over my body.
My hands move to his wet back as I hold on to him.
“I missed you.” Gage’s deep, breathy voice reverberates through the bathroom.
“I…”Can’t form a sentence.
I lick my parched lips again, which now resemble the aridity of a desert.
Gage chuckles at my state. “Shower with me.”
I shake my head again since words evade me. He takes a step back with me still glued to him, and I gaze up into his deep blueocean-colored eyes. They’re burning into me, so much so that I have to avert my gaze, but what has me pausing are the red dots against his neck.
“What’s that?” I grab his jaw with my thumb and forefinger and turn his head to the side, revealing more red dots. No, not dots, blood. “Are you hurt?”
Gage’s body grows tense against me for a fraction of a second, making my stomach drop.
“I killed my father this morning.”
A gasp escapes my lips.
“I’m telling you this because you’re about to become a boss, but I’d like it if you’d keep it from Rosie.”
“And what about Marco? Does he know?”
Gage’s eyes narrow at my mention of his brother. “He helped... and Vic.”
As I stand there, his words hang in the air, slowly sinking in, causing shock to wash over me. I’ve always been able to look past what my dad does to a certain extent. In my mind, he has two lives and never lets them mingle. He never lets his dark side taint the wonderful life we have. It provided a sense of security for my mom and me. It kept us believing he was the most amazing man to walk the planet.
But now I have to walk into the dark with Gage by my side, hand in hand, and I’m still trying to come to terms with that.
Their father wasn’t a good man. He was all the bad parts of this life and brought nothing light home. Rosie could not move past the knowledge of what he did; it devastated her.
However, I swiftly digested and released it, refusing to let it weigh me down. It was because of that my dad knew I’d be able to lead. Little did he know I’d fuck it up later and not be able to perform when I needed to the most. The thought often crossed my mind, and still does, questioning whether my dad would behappier if he had a son instead of me. I know he loves me, but I know a son leading would appear more powerful.
I snap out of my dark musings as Gage waves his hand in front of my face, where I see another drop of dried blood.
“Un-fucking-believable!” I say, taking a large step back and out of his arms. My eyebrows scrunch as I point a finger at him. “You just killed your father, his blood still stains your skin, and you want to have sex? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
As his lips quirk into a smirk, I shake my head and my gaze unfortunately takes more of him in, including his very hard cock. The talk of murder is turning him on.
What the fucking fuck?
