Page 90 of Surviving Lies

Gage:

Yeah, I’ve been hoping to hear from you to see how you are, want to come over later

Me:

can I come over now

Gage:

sure

Grabbing my sweatshirt, I made the ten-minute walk to his place. I thought walking would allow me to clear my head. Unfortunately, it didn’t. My mind was still consumed with the vision of Ty holding that baby and that beautiful young woman calling him “Daddy.”

I was even more angry by the time I rang his bell.

When Gage opened his door, I stomped past him and down his hall.

“Well, hello to you too,” he said as he followed me down the hall. When I got into the living room, I felt his body pressed against mine as I leaned up against the back of the couch. His mouth came down to my ear. “How are ya doing, Becca? Things any better?” he asked.

“Not really, and that’s why I’m here,” I said as I swung around, our bodies now flush against one another. “I want you to help me forget. Make me forget, Gage. Everything.” I leaned up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head toward mine. My mouth was on his before he could answer. Our tongues collided, fighting each other as his hands slid down my sides. The butterflies started flapping in my core, exactly what I was hoping for. He lifted me up, his hand under my ass, resting me against the back of the couch. Separating my legs with his own, he pushed himself against my core, his length already hard as it lined up with me.

“I need you to fuck me, Gage. Hard and now,” I breathed into his mouth.

“If that’s what you need, Becca,” he responded. His hands went under my ass and he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me effortlessly to the other side of the couch, all while still kissing me. Dropping me onto the cushions, he stood above me and stared. “Look at you – you’re a goddess. Who wouldn’t want to fuck this?” He started undoing his button.

“Make me forget, Gage,” I said, looking up at him. I started taking off my pants, sliding them over my knees. “Make me forget all the lies I’ve been told. I can’t take it.”

I started lifting my shirt and noticed that Gage was standing still with his pants undone, but no longer moving.

Just staring down at me.

“Do you want me to undress you?” I said as seductively as I could muster.

But he just shook his head and stepped back out of my reach.

My puzzled look caused an almost wince to appear on his face as he put his hands on his hips and then refused to keep eye contact with me.

“What the fuck is going on, Gage?” I asked, not hiding my sudden anger. “You told me to come over. You said you wanted to fuck me. Now you’re acting like a cold fucking bastard.” Reaching down for my pants, I completely dressed and sat up on the couch. He continued to stand, stock still, in the same position. “Why are you doing this?”

This time, my voice cracked. I was cracking. There was only so much one person could take, and I had reached my limit. If I didn’t get out of here, I feared I was going to be a blubbery mess in front of him.

And he heard it. Because he finally looked at me. And the look on his face told me I was right; I was going to break.

“What’s wrong? What did I do, Gage?” I cried, the tears sliding down my cheeks.

He came to me and pulled me to standing by my shoulders. Cradling my face in his hands, he forced me to look at him. His eyes held unshed tears as we stared at one another.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. Nothing. To anyone, Becca. You’re perfect, in every sense of the word.”

But as he said these beautiful words, I knew he was going to destroy me.

I wiggled my face from his hands, not wanting to hear his next words. Whatever they were going to be.

“Then don’t say whatever you’re going to say next. Can we just go back to what we were going to do? Let’s just go back to kissing, to enjoying each other’s bodies. We’re casual fuck buddies, right? Isn’t that what we are? So the other shit doesn’t matter. Please, Gage.” I was begging; I knew I was. But I didn’t care.

Gage pulled me into his arms, a hard embrace. As he held me tight, his mouth came close to my ear.

“Becca,” he started.

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