“I took Savvy in for an appointment to check on her cast. Paige said nothing but I could read her face. Something wasn’t right. She looked sad. And I know the two of you have been having the time of your life. I’ve never seen you happier. So please don’t tell me you fucked shit up.”
I sunk to the floor, clutching my phone against my ear. “I just can’t, K. What if she hates me when she finds out? What if she becomes afraid of me? What if she can’t handle how I get sometimes?”
“She won’t hate you. What you did was heroic, even though you don’t see it that way. But the rest of us do. Why would she become afraid of you? Not once have you ever been violent, even when you had a nervous breakdown. You’re the kindest, most caring man I know. Any woman would be lucky to have you. And Paige is pretty great. Especially for you.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks. “I have a confession.”
“Okay…”
“I haven’t been in treatment. I didn’t want it. I lied to you about it. But I think I do need it. I need help, K.”
“Oh, C, why didn’t you just tell me? Savvy and I will be over in a minute. Hang tight.”
The phone slipped through my fingers and crashed to the ground.
I wept, letting the emotions pour out of me like a fountain. It was time. Time to get help.
After a long heartto heart with my sister, I called Paige. “I’m sorry. Can you come over and I can explain everything?”
“I’ll be right there.”
Paige arrived on my doorstep less than ten minutes later. I opened the door and pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her and breathing in her scent. It had only been a day, but it felt more like a lifetime. “I’m sorry, Paige. I’m so sorry.”
She waited patiently, as I got my emotions out, said nothing as I told her my struggles, and how I needed help. She didn’t judge as I described how embarrassed and anxious I would get, how easily I’d closed people off, a defense mechanism I’d developed since the military. And she held my hand when I made the biggest confession. “My best friend, my buddy in the military, died because of me, Paige. Because I didn’t follow orders. And I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.”
I cried in her arms as she soothed me, rubbing my back and telling me it was okay, it was good to let it all out. She walked me over to the couch and we sat down together, intertwining of arms and legs. I let it out, cried and cried like I never had before, never mind in front of a woman.
And not once did Paige judge.
When I finished crying it all out, I asked her to spend the night. I didn’t want to be alone. Paige said she would, and I led her upstairs to my bedroom. I slowly undressed down to my boxers, my eyes never leaving hers. She slipped off her long top, tank top, and leggings, leaving her in only her bra and panties. One look at her gorgeous body and my dick was already hard and begging for more.
We laid in each other’s arms, our breaths slowing, her backside to my front, as I spooned her close, doing my best to keep my hips further back and my hard cock away from her. It wasn’t easy.
My lips rested on her shoulder and I kissed her softly, trailing kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, and over her jawline. She smelled so good and tasted even better.
Paige turned her head, and I captured her mouth in a kiss as I rolled her over to face me. I slipped my hands around her waist, spreading a handout on her back as I pressed her sexy body against mine.
We kissed and kissed, her taste so deliciously addicting, her tongue teasing mine, as soft moans slipped from her throat.
My hands roamed her soft skin, over her bra and squeezing the cups, before undoing the back and letting her gorgeous tits fall free. They fell right into my hands, and I cupped the tender, soft flesh, my thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples.
Paige closed her eyes and arched her back as I played with her breasts, drawing out more and more pleasure in her. My cock was so hard it hurt and I rubbed it against the inside of her thigh for some friction, some tiny relief. She gasped and when our eyes met, hers were molten fire.
Her hands moved over my shoulders, my biceps, and down my arms until they found my stomach and chest, moving her hands back up and over the defined muscles.
I grabbed her by the waist, hooked one leg onto my hip, and slipped my hand around to squeeze her ass, massaging the cheek gently before repeating the same process on the other side.
With both her legs wrapped around my waist, I rubbed my hard cock still inside my boxers against her cloth covered pussy, the fabric soaked.
I groaned, desire coursing through my every limb. How did it feel so good with the fabric still between us?
Reaching down, I pulled my cock out, before tugging at her panties and ripping them off with my strong fingers.
Paige laughed. “You’re going to replace those.”
I swallowed her words with a passionate kiss as my fingers slid into her wet, tight pussy.
She was so wet and ready for me, and I couldn’t wait to dive inside and make her mine forever.
