since you were a teenager?”
“I prefer legal adult.”
“You were a kid,” I argue and then all of the unnecessary hurt I threw her way threatened to choke me. “A fucking kid!”
“Oh stop,” she says sitting up. “I have never been a ‘kid’, if it makes you feel any better I had lots of sex with guys older than you when I was jail bait.”
“What!” I growl pulling her to face me. “I’m thirty, Camo; you were fucking guys older than me when you were a kid?”
“Okay, let’s back up a bit,” she says putting her hands up. “Postcoital bliss clearly isn’t your thing so let me start over since you ruined mine. I meant I was already having sex with guys a smidge older than you were then . I didn’t start on the guys in their thirties until…”
“Do not,” I say gripping her hips. “Finish that sentence.”
Gesturing that she zipped her lip, she pretended to throw away an invisible key, and it was fucking cute. Settling back down was damn near impossible. That fucker Digger was lodged in my brain before but now I’m thinking of hundreds, thousands of John Does banging my woman. “Gage?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah, beauty?”
“Tonight was the best night of my life.” She says closing her eyes and the truth was it was the best night of mine too. And falling asleep with Camo snoring (loudly) in my ear was the highlight.
“The day you get your hands on that boy,” Bobo laughs. “He won’t stand a chance.”
Smiling wide, I didn’t deny it. Why should I? He didn’t. Stand a chance, that is.
Remember that part in Twilight when Edward and Bella became ‘an item’ then showed up for school with his arm around her shoulder showing her off? Okay well, that didn’t happen to me perse, but what did happen was Gage became handsy and bossy(er).
Yesterday after waking up with my face stuffed in Gage’s arm pit, we turned a corner. He looked at me with ownership, spoke to me as a partner and couldn’t stop touching me. I hadn’t even had coffee yet when he demanded Kandace come over to check my bandages. Assuring him (because I wasn’t worried) I was healing fine and clearing me for light activity (Bonus), she asked him to run with her by their dads. He wanted to refuse, but then Rome walked in, said he wanted to hang with me and to basically get the fuck out.
Taking me to the side, I could see he was worried. If anything, I should be the one worried because he was going to be away from me, a target with no backup. “I’ll be fine while you’re gone,” I could sense his anxiety. “You need to focus, Kandace will be with you, so anything out of the ordinary happens you need to---”
“The way you worry for me,” he says quietly. “See,” he says taking my hand and placing it over his heart. “You’re right here.” And I was right there too. “I’ll check in.”
“I’m going to make some calls before Rome grills me,” I smirk. “He’s like a kid; he’s so obvious.”
“Take it easy on ‘em,” he says kissing me goodbye.
Once they left, Rome let me know he had to finish some paperwork before he ‘got to know me’ so I took that time to make some calls. One of the rules of the wire was a current phone number, and I highly doubted or at least hoped that the guys I was calling were too lazy to change theirs. The wire itself is a small group. Most took odd jobs, part-timers. I kept the group manageable for obvious reasons. We were down to five operators, all of which left the wire without telling me. Four were getting put on a conference call to save time and the fifth needed my full attention. Patching the call in, I grab my mug and sit at the table. They answer one by one (surprisingly yet not surprisingly) then when I had them all live I began.
“Each of you left the wire. I take this to mean you’re choosing to act against one of your own.”
“Camo,” says Pronto cuing in first. “That ain’t the way it is.”
“No?” I argue. “Then why
“I prefer legal adult.”
“You were a kid,” I argue and then all of the unnecessary hurt I threw her way threatened to choke me. “A fucking kid!”
“Oh stop,” she says sitting up. “I have never been a ‘kid’, if it makes you feel any better I had lots of sex with guys older than you when I was jail bait.”
“What!” I growl pulling her to face me. “I’m thirty, Camo; you were fucking guys older than me when you were a kid?”
“Okay, let’s back up a bit,” she says putting her hands up. “Postcoital bliss clearly isn’t your thing so let me start over since you ruined mine. I meant I was already having sex with guys a smidge older than you were then . I didn’t start on the guys in their thirties until…”
“Do not,” I say gripping her hips. “Finish that sentence.”
Gesturing that she zipped her lip, she pretended to throw away an invisible key, and it was fucking cute. Settling back down was damn near impossible. That fucker Digger was lodged in my brain before but now I’m thinking of hundreds, thousands of John Does banging my woman. “Gage?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah, beauty?”
“Tonight was the best night of my life.” She says closing her eyes and the truth was it was the best night of mine too. And falling asleep with Camo snoring (loudly) in my ear was the highlight.
“The day you get your hands on that boy,” Bobo laughs. “He won’t stand a chance.”
Smiling wide, I didn’t deny it. Why should I? He didn’t. Stand a chance, that is.
Remember that part in Twilight when Edward and Bella became ‘an item’ then showed up for school with his arm around her shoulder showing her off? Okay well, that didn’t happen to me perse, but what did happen was Gage became handsy and bossy(er).
Yesterday after waking up with my face stuffed in Gage’s arm pit, we turned a corner. He looked at me with ownership, spoke to me as a partner and couldn’t stop touching me. I hadn’t even had coffee yet when he demanded Kandace come over to check my bandages. Assuring him (because I wasn’t worried) I was healing fine and clearing me for light activity (Bonus), she asked him to run with her by their dads. He wanted to refuse, but then Rome walked in, said he wanted to hang with me and to basically get the fuck out.
Taking me to the side, I could see he was worried. If anything, I should be the one worried because he was going to be away from me, a target with no backup. “I’ll be fine while you’re gone,” I could sense his anxiety. “You need to focus, Kandace will be with you, so anything out of the ordinary happens you need to---”
“The way you worry for me,” he says quietly. “See,” he says taking my hand and placing it over his heart. “You’re right here.” And I was right there too. “I’ll check in.”
“I’m going to make some calls before Rome grills me,” I smirk. “He’s like a kid; he’s so obvious.”
“Take it easy on ‘em,” he says kissing me goodbye.
Once they left, Rome let me know he had to finish some paperwork before he ‘got to know me’ so I took that time to make some calls. One of the rules of the wire was a current phone number, and I highly doubted or at least hoped that the guys I was calling were too lazy to change theirs. The wire itself is a small group. Most took odd jobs, part-timers. I kept the group manageable for obvious reasons. We were down to five operators, all of which left the wire without telling me. Four were getting put on a conference call to save time and the fifth needed my full attention. Patching the call in, I grab my mug and sit at the table. They answer one by one (surprisingly yet not surprisingly) then when I had them all live I began.
“Each of you left the wire. I take this to mean you’re choosing to act against one of your own.”
“Camo,” says Pronto cuing in first. “That ain’t the way it is.”
“No?” I argue. “Then why
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