Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (32 page)

Then on Sunday after I missed my date with
Lincoln, because he had to go into work, I spent two hours arguing
with Roni. Gage texted and I ignored him. Monday he texted again,
and I ignored him. Tuesday he texted and I ignored him. Wednesday
he texted and called and I also ignored him.

I need space and I desperately need orgasms,
lots and lots and lots and lots of orgasms. He has forever ruined
me. I wake up horny, I come to work horny, and I go to bed the same
way. I refuse to use Daniel for release, because somewhere in my
catastrophically screwed up mind and most definitely my heart, just
the mere thought of having Daniel make the throbbing cease, makes
me ill, close to vomiting kind of sick. It’s not Daniel, he’s a
good young man. It’s Gage, he’s gotten to me so badly, that every
single part of me craves him, and the only thing I’ve ever craved
before is chocolate and tea. Nothing else. This is new.

My mind is a mess, my heart is an even bigger
mess and
lady
—oh, and I might as well hang it up. I
masturbated three times yesterday. Yes, I said it, three freaking
times. Once when I got up to make the throbbing go away. Of course,
my mind always uses Gage as the muse in my sexual release
fantasies. Then I masturbated in my car during lunch. You know
you’re desperate when you do it in your car on lunch break. Then I
did it before bed. Still, nothing has helped.

The picture of his glorious Adonis physique
is burned forever into my retinas; tall, medium built, lean
sculpted smooth muscles, tattoos in the most beautiful and
intricate of designs that hide his scars. The cigarette burns on
his thighs have been turned into stars, all a part of a nighttime
galaxy of sizable majestic proportions. His body is hard, yet, soft
and his dick… Oh. My. God. I’ve only actually seen three penis’s in
person, in my entire life. Gage’s takes the cake and then some. It
commands attention. It’s thick, long, perfectly straight and has
the meatiest, sexiest, purple head I’ve ever beheld. His shaft has
thick veins that protrude and his pubis is neatly trimmed. Then his
balls, wow… They are heavy, hang just the right amount to stand
out, it’s like they’re expressing. ‘Yes, I’m a fucking man!’ Plus,
he pre-comes. I love that. I don’t know why, but when a man’s cock
has that dewy drop of silken perfection glistening on the head,
like it’s begging you to suck it off. It’s divine, and I nearly
lost it when I got the briefest of glimpses of Gage’s tempting
pre-come.

I pre-come too, but not like him. Mine’s a
mess. Always has been. It reminds me of a pussy— soaking wet.
Lady
, acts the same way. She constantly seeps her juices.
I’ve never needed lube to masturbate on the rare occasions that I
do, or did. Now I can’t seem to tame this rampant incessant libido
that’s beckoning for me to play nearly twenty-four seven. On
Tuesday, I woke up at three a.m. from a wet dream. I’ve not had one
of those in like twelve years.

I even called my doctor yesterday to ask him
if my HRT patches needed to be upgraded to twice a week instead of
the once a week. The hormones I used to take in the beginning were
injections, but since I’ve been on hormones successfully and
healthily for so many years, I opted for the newest advancements
and I wear a small patch on my butt. And according to my doctor, me
being hard all the time is
not
an indicator that my hormones
are inaccurate. Since I am a woman and women drive their libido
mainly from mental stimulation, he said that my mind has decided
it’s horny, and therefore my body is just following suit. Damn my
over excited brain!

“Boss, you have someone here to see you.”
Daniel expresses over the intercom, tugging me out of my overactive
mind.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, my girl, now can I come in or not?”
Crap! He doesn’t sound too happy with me.

“Yes.” I sigh.

The door to my office opens, and Mr.
Deep-sexy-voice boldly strolls in, walks around my desk, and picks
me up out of my chair, forces my legs to wrap around his waist.
Throws the stuff off my desk and plops my butt down on top of it,
and then he forcefully grabs my face into his hands, making me look
into his eyes.

I’m breathing so heavily, I’m now panting and
he is radiating bounds of powerful emotions through me.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?”

I freeze, afraid if I give him the wrong
answer he will yell. I know he’d never harm me.

“Tell me, I have been trying to get a hold of
you since Sunday. I have been worried sick. When I stopped by twice
this week you wouldn’t answer your door. This isn’t like you. What
happened?” His demanding tone is hard and I know he means
business.

“Something happened, something big, I’m…I’m,
sorry. I’ve been…I dunno…” I shrug and he pulls me tightly to his
chest, between my legs. Wearing his street clothes of jeans and a
black t-shirt clinging to his massive body.

Rubbing my back with his huge hand, he kisses
my hair, “Don’t you ever do that to me again. You know what I do to
women who are bad?”

I shake my head into his chest, my arms
hugging his waist.

“I spank them. Hard. Until their cheeks turn
bright red and they beg me to stop. Every single part of me right
now wants to bend you over my knee, Lex. Every part of me wants to
punish you for putting me through hell, but I can’t and I won’t.
You know that don’t you? You know I would never hurt you.”

I hesitantly nod, and whisper. “I know
Lincoln, I’m sorry…”

“Yes, you’d better be. I talked to Roni, she
tells me you’ve found a man. She also tells me you’re mad at her.
So what you’re going to do is, take the day off work. We are going
to lunch at Dolly’s like we were supposed to on Sunday. Then you
and I are going back to your place, where I’m going to rub your
feet and we are going to watch a movie and eat ice-cream. You are
going to tell me the whole damn story. I’m not leaving until you
get your emotions in order. I’m worried because my gut it telling
me to be, and if my gut is barking at me, it means something is
wrong with my girl, and I’ll be damned if we don’t get this shit
straightened out.”

I nod. I love that Linc is such a great
friend. I’m sorry I didn’t contact him sooner. I guess I failed to
mention that he’s been calling me nonstop since Sunday. Between him
and Gage, my phone has been going crazy. I honestly haven’t checked
any of the messages or texts. It too much to handle. I’m already
running on emotional overload as it is.

Gage

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’ve been calling, I’ve
been texting and I’ve been trying to give her physical space. Fuck
space! I can’t take this anymore. I think I’ve made progress with
Lex. I was wrong. Really fuckin’ wrong. Now she won’t even text me
or call me or anything. It’s not like I can take off work to chase
her down. I want to so badly, but, I can’t. I’m working on an
important case, trying desperately to get this scumbag abuser
behind bars.

My phone rings on my desk. My secretary must
have sent the call through.

“Hello.”

“Gage.”

“Yes?”

“It’s Veronica….Roni, Lex’s best friend.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, you sound different on the
phone. Thanks for returning my call.”

“No problem, I tried to talk to her today.
She won’t listen to me. Lincoln’s with her though. He’ll set her
straight. I know she won’t turn him away.”

I growl into the receiver. “What do you mean?
Turn him away? Are they…you know.”

She snorts a cocky laugh. “God no. I think if
he wasn’t into the lifestyle that he is, he’d probably try to make
an honest woman outa her. They’re just friends though. She trusts
him. For knowing so much about Lex, you don’t know about them?”

She sounds surprised. I know he saved her. I
know he talks with her sometimes, and I know they have a
friendship. I never got the vibe that he had a connection with her.
Maybe I’m blinded from love.

“I know bits and pieces.” I’m staunch with
her. “So you’re sure if they spend the day together it will help?
He’s not going to try to bring her into BDSM is he? Fuck it, I’ll
ask him myself.”

“Don’t stir up trouble where it don’t belong,
Gage. Lincoln is harmless and you’d be smart to stay on his good
side, if you want to be on Lex’s. She loves him, strictly as a
friend, and she’s extremely loyal. Don’t make her chose. You won’t
win.”

Fuck! I have this strong feeling, that I need
to beat on my chest and act like a damn caveman, to somehow win
her. I hate this. Six years you love someone. Then you get a taste
of them and that love and those feelings you once thought were
intense, are not even close to how they are now. It’s like my
feelings have quadrupled.

We talk for a few more minutes and I hang up.
I can’t wait to get home. I’m sure Emma would like to have some
daddy time before going to her mom’s tomorrow night.

Lex

“Give up the spoon, Lincoln, I want another
bite!” I try to steal the spoon from his hand and he holds it above
his head.

“Stop… Give it to me now.” I’m laughing so
hard my side hurts.

“No.”

“Dammit Elias Lincoln, why are you such a
pain? Withholding ice cream is a crime, ya know? I might have to
call the cops.” I reach up. His giant hand that spans nearly my
entire stomach is holding me down so I can’t get the spoon. The
damn dork is teasing me.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me, Lex. Or no more ice cream.”

I quit reaching and pout, throwing my arms
over my chest. Batting my pretty eyelashes at him, I try to work my
charms. I don’t want to answer his questions.

Shaking his head, laughing at me as he holds
my spoon hostage and dips it into the ice-cream that he has also
stolen, extracting the spoon from the creamy goodness he holds me
down with one hand as he groans, taking another bite of
my
ice cream. “Mmmm, my girl, this is soooo good.” He moans, licking
the remnants of chocolate from the spoon. Arg! I hate him right
now.

“If I tell you, can I have it back and the
ice cream?”

He shakes his head. “No, you’re a tough
cookie and if I give it all back you won’t answer what I need to
know. So I’ll give you one bite for each question.”

“Liiiinncccoolllnnn.” I whine.

“Leeexxxxx.” He teasingly whines back,
following by example.

“Ok, fine.” I give in with a loud exaggerated
huff.

Today after he dropped by my work and made me
take the rest of the day off, we’ve done just like he said we
would. We went to lunch at Dolly’s and God knows Dolly loves us
both. We both left with big fat red lip prints on our foreheads.
Poor Lincoln had to bend down pretty far to offer her his forehead,
but he’s a good sport. Not once during lunch did he pressure me
into talking until now. After we got home to my house and he just
finished rubbing the kinks out of my feet. This is his way to wear
me down and it’s working. Holding ice cream hostage, when I’m
stressed, is like depriving a human of oxygen.

“Question one.”

“Lay it on me.”

“Roni told me about Gage, said you have
feelings for him. Except you refuse to allow yourself to give into
temptation more than you already have. What have you given into
already?”

“That’s not a fair question. I don’t want to
tell you.”

“Then you don’t get any ice cream, and I will
just have to ask him.”

Waving my hands in the air, I screech. “No,
no, I give in. Uncle, I cry uncle.”

Chuckling, he motions with his hand for me to
get on with it.

“He sucked on lady, I like him, and he’s been
in love with me for six years.” That’s a good, quick, and honest
explanation.

“I know about the love, Roni filled me in on
her helping and him working on your case. Now tell me about this
lady part. Does he like her? Does he accept her? What about your
scars?”