Page 22 of Paradox
Fuck.
“It wasyou?”
Lonnie’s eyes widen in horror as she spins to face him. “Gage—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Rising to his feet, he places Hailey in the bassinet by my bed and then grabs Lonnie’s arm, dragging her to the door.
“Gage, wait. Please….” I try to stop him, but no other words come. This is why I didn’t let him know. Only God knows what he’ll do to Lonnie now.
“No.” He turns back to me, nose flaring as he jabs a finger in my direction. “You should have told me she was the one laying hands on you. You should have told meeverything. I don’t want her anywhere near you or my kids.”
“What are you going to do?” My voice trembles with the question. Despite everything, she’s still my blood.
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
CHAPTER 6
E SQUARED
***Ellen***
After tucking my sleeping son into bed, I leave his bedroom, heading to mine and Jon’s. A smile plays on my lips when my thoughts shift to my new niece and nephew. They have that newborn, wrinkled-old-man look, but I can tell they’re going to be gorgeous.
And spoiled.
Definitely going to be spoiled, and not just by their auntie. Gage is already tightly coiled around Hailey’s little finger. Chopper and Nita are baby-crazy right now, but it’s a good thing. They’re falling over themselves to get ready for when the twins come home. We need a few good things to happen around here. The last couple years haven’t exactly been sunny.
“You okay, beautiful?” Jon asks, walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
I nod, licking my lips at the sight of his naked chest. I see it every day, and my muscles still clench whenever he’s shirtless. He drops the towel, and I add pantless to the list. I swallow a groan as he covers up with a pair of boxers before joining me in bed.
“Mikey go down okay?”
“Out like a light.” I move over, laying my head on his chest. “He wants to go back and see the twins tomorrow.”
“Everyone’s got a bit of baby fever right now. Can you imagine what he’ll be like when we bring ours home?”
“He’ll be a doting big brother, that’s for sure.”
“Definitely. Did you massage the oil into your skin already?”
“No.” I look up at him, batting my lashes. “Can you do it for me, please?”
He chuckles, reaching for the bottle of coconut oil on the nightstand. “Roll over, beautiful.”
Smiling, I move onto my back. I pull up my shirt and push down my shorts and panties, giving him full access to my stomach. He straddles my thighs, pouring oil into his palm and slathering it on my belly. Closing my eyes, I relax into the pillow and lose myself in the sensations as his fingers move over my skin.
“Mmm… so good,” I mumble. Who knew treating stretch marks could be this pleasurable?
He massages the sides of my belly, moving to the top and then working his way down. When he pauses, I crack an eye open. He’s sitting still, eyes focused on my face.
“What’s wrong?” I open both eyes.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You know, a woman could get a big ego from being with you.”
