Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series (24 page)

“I told them no.” I reached over and took his hand. “I was completely out of line today, but I’m not out of my mind. I can see what that asshole was up to and I’m not interested. You’re the only one I want, in my life and in my bed.”

“In your ass,” Jag added with a sexy smirk.

“Definitely the only one I want in my ass.” I leaned in for a kiss that was meant to be short and sweet, but that changed the second his lips touched mine. I reached down and slid my hands between his legs, loving how easily he parted them so I could have access to him. “This right here is what I want.”

“Take us home, Bones.”

Like the last time Jag perceived Thompson as a threat, he fucked me with a possessive fervor that I loved. There was no doubt in my mind who I belonged to as he fucked me over the end of my couch as soon as we entered the room. It was rough, it was raw, and it was real. I didn’t have to worry about biting down on my tie to keep quiet so that people didn’t hear me plead for more. I could make as much noise as I wanted, yell his name as often as I liked, and I did.

Jag and I didn’t do edge play very often, because we rarely had the discipline to pull it off, but that night was something different. Jag felt like he had something to prove and I fucking loved the lesson. I lost count of how many times he pulled me back from climax right as I was about to tip over the edge. My legs were sore and began to cramp from being bent over the couch for so long, but I loved every second of it. I literally begged for it and he was only giving me what I wanted.

“Mine.” Jag had said several times as he kept tagging my prostate.

“Yours.” My voice sounded raw from shouting the word repeatedly. “Love you, Jag.”

“Bones.” The word sounded like it was ripped from his chest. “Love you too.” Only then did he allow us both to come. “Was I too rough with you?” Jag asked once we were in the shower.

“Look at me.” I pointed at the blissed out expression I knew I wore on my face. “Do I look like I’ve been abused to you?”

“You look pretty satisfied.”

“I am satisfied with every aspect of our relationship, Jag.” I ran my hand over his heart while I searched for the right words to say to him. “Do you know how much it means that you’ve given your heart to me?” He shook his head. “It means more to me than any relationship I have with any other living person. No one, and I mean this, matters as much to me as you do. I know that my behavior today doesn’t mirror my words, but I do mean them.”

I woke up the next morning eager to take on a new day. I stretched and reveled in the delicious soreness I felt in my backside. I wasn’t in any pain, but I’d be feeling his possession all day if not longer. I headed downstairs and poured myself a cup of coffee. I had just sat down at the kitchen table when Jag came into the room with a scowl on his face.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s all over Baxter’s social media sites.” He spat his words angrily at me.

“The dig?” I couldn’t imagine why he’d be so angry, but then I remembered all of those pictures of the senator standing with his arm around me. “Ohhhh.”

“Yeah. You’re practically engaged.” He set down the newspaper and showed me the hundreds of comments beneath a picture Baxter posted on his Facebook page
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Most of them referring to me as “the new boyfriend.”

“Oh, come on.” I yelled loud enough to scare Indy under the table. “Where’d they get that?” Then Jag flipped through the photos posted to his page. They were of the two of us, smiling arm in arm. There was one picture where it appeared we were looking at each other adoringly. “Fuck! My name is even listed beneath the caption.”

“Yep. Gay men everywhere are crying over the loss of the hottest bachelor in the United States.” I looked at him incredulously and then he showed me the comments that were being plastered all over Twitter and saw that he was practically quoting the comments verbatim.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m sorry, Jag. I’m sure this will all blow over soon. Surely, Thompson will deny the relationship to the media.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Bones.” He ran a hand through his hair in a sign of agitation. “According to a source close to the senator, he said it was too early in the relationship to discuss details.” This Jag read from a tabloid type online magazine.

“Relationship? What relationship? The man is completely delusional.”

“You should’ve known he was up to something when his hands were all over you the way they were.”
He was blaming me?

“So this is my fault? I apologized for the way I acted and you accepted my apology, or at least I thought you did when you pounded the fuck out of my ass last night. Now, you’re mad at me because the Senator lied about
our
involvement. I understand being frustrated…”

“How would you feel if the situation were reversed? It’s humiliating that our friends and your family might see and hear these things.”

“So, this is about you, Jag? You’re worried about people will think about you? What about me? My name is smeared all over the place and you’re worried about what people will think about you?”

“You’d be just as angry and you damn well know it.” His voice was growing louder with anger. “I would never have let that man touch me the way that you did. I had the opportunity to fuck him and I passed because I’m in love with you. I’d never let some other guy put his hands all over me.”

“His arm is around my shoulder, Jag, not down my goddamn pants.” I pointed to the online photos and said, “These images were all taken out of context and can easily be explained away.”

“You’re not getting the point, Miller.” He hardly ever called me by my given name. “I would never had disrespected you the way that you did me. Yes, you apologized for your behavior and I accepted your apology. Seeing these images in my face first thing in the morning made me remember the seven or eight hours of watching you two fawn all over each other yesterday. I guess I’m not ready to accept your apology after all. I’m going home and be by myself for a little bit.”

“Jag…”

“Please, just give me some space.”

He left without kissing me goodbye and we barely spoke to each other at the Wright’s unless it was to snipe at one another. He didn’t come over to my house that night nor did he invite me home with him. My phone calls and text messages were ignored for several days. I was absolutely miserable without him in my life. I had hurt his feelings and his pride; I had no fucking clue how to make it right. I had done all that I could and our fate was in his hands. All I could do was hope that he missed me as much I as I did him and he would reach out to me and let me try to fix what I had inadvertently broken.

I KNEW I
was being unreasonable and hurtful, but I felt powerless to stop myself. I replayed every damn voicemail message just so I could hear Miller’s voice. I read every pleading text message at least twenty times. Still, I didn’t reply. I just couldn’t. I tried, I honestly did. I would pick up my phone to call him or text him and I’d see another Google alert that Miller and Baxter were being discussed again and I just couldn’t take it. I should never have set up the alerts in the first place, because all it did was make me physically ill. I thought the rumors of their romance would fade, but it didn’t. Luckily, it hadn’t been picked up by the national press, which surprised me. If I had been Baxter, that was exactly what I would’ve done.

Every insecure thought I ever had about myself taunted me day and night. How could Miller want me over Baxter, who could give him the world? Miller said he loved me, but he didn’t really believe in everlasting love and commitment? How many times had he said that? How long before Miller got sick of me and went in search of a new thrill? I let those insecure thoughts rule every decision I made for more than a week.

God, I missed him. Miserable couldn’t come close to describe my existence without him in my life. One morning I woke up and decided enough was enough. The only thing I was accomplishing with my behavior was pushing him away. My mind began to spin with ideas and romantic gestures I could use to apologize for my behavior. I thought of telegrams, flowers, or something playful like one of the puzzles we made and gave to one another. Then I realized that the only thing that made any sense was to talk to him from the heart. I simply needed to drop the pretense and bullshit and just tell the man what he meant to me.
It probably wouldn’t hurt to include some sappy, romantic gestures
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First, I needed to put an end to the Douchebag Debacle. I had my assistant call the Senator’s office and ask to schedule a meeting. I knew that arrogant fucker couldn’t resist rubbing this in my face, so I was not at all surprised when he “worked me into his schedule” later that afternoon. My schedule wasn’t quite as flexible as his, but luckily my appointment for that time was Chase and Gray.

“Hey, J.” Gray’s voice was warm and sympathetic when he answered the phone. “How are you?”

He had become an unlikely ally while I nursed my battered ego and bruised heart. He reached out to me once Miller told him what happened the Monday after their Thanksgiving celebration. It was obvious to everyone that Miller and I weren’t getting along, but no one said anything. Gray didn’t take sides and tell me I was being unreasonable, even though I was. He just encouraged me to call Miller and try to talk things out.

“I’m better now that I’ve decided to stop this bullshit once and for all and get my guy back.” I blew out a frustrated breath and told Gray my plans. “So, I hate to ask this of you, but can we reschedule our appointment this afternoon? I can come to you guys either earlier in the day or at your house this evening. I’m really, really sorry to inconvenience you, but I’m going to put that jerk in his place once and for all.”

“It’s fine, J. You work things out with Miller and then both of you can come to our house tomorrow night for dinner and we’ll discuss the adoption then.”

“Thank you so much for understanding, Gray.” I was so relieved that he wasn’t angry at me. I could plan my revenge and romance my guy without feeling guilty.

“Don’t thank me yet. I have ulterior motives for luring you over to my house.” Gray laughed maniacally on the other end of the phone. “We’re painting the nursery and you can help. You won’t even need a ladder.”

“I’ll gladly help you paint the nursery. Just text me the time we need to be there and send up a prayer that Miller will talk to me after I’ve behaved like a spoiled brat for so long.”

“He’ll talk to you, J. I’m sure he’s just as miserable as you are right now.” I knew Gray was speaking from experience and recalling the difficult patch he and Chase had early on in their relationship. “Have some faith, buddy.”

I sent Miller a text once I finished talking to Gray. I knew he’d be teaching and wouldn’t get my text until later, but I just couldn’t go another minute without doing something. A text was a piss poor method, but it was a start.

I miss you like crazy, Bones. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted. I’m going to make this debacle go away. Can we have dinner tonight and talk? Love, J.

I went to the florist at lunch time and ordered a huge bouquet of roses. Instead of all red, I asked the florist to put one rose of every color he had on hand. On the note I wrote:
I’ve been a complete ass. Can you forgive me?
I stopped at the pet store on the way back to my office and bought a few things for Indy and the girls. I missed that little dog almost as much as I missed his human. Mal and Urs had been bored to tears without Indy chasing them all around my house. I picked up a few catnip stuffed mice for them as a special treat for their suffering too.