I ran my fingers down his arm and traced his tattoo. Why did he do this? I thought to myself. "What are you doing?" His soft voice said.
"Did you do this for me?"
"Because you remind me of this book with the pages falling out. They don't know where they belong, but when they find the place that they do belong. They get scared and fall away." He said. His words hit hard. It's true when I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. Something happens and I end up leaving or being forced to leave. "When do you leave for Texas?"
"In three days," I said.
"Let me help you get all moved." I had planned on just driving my little uhaul behind my car alone for a little road trip for myself.
"I'm driving there," I said giving him a funny look. Like I knew he wasn't going to want to make the drive.
"Why, let's fly?”
"Nope," I said, as I got up off the couch. I was completely naked as I walked into the kitchen to make coffee.
"Why?" He asked me.
"Vincent, I want to drive it. I want a road trip."
"But that takes so long."
"You don't have to come with me you know?"
"So, then I can go with you?" He asked.
"Yes Vincent, if you want to go you can," I said. He sat up and looked at me with a smile on his face. I smiled back at him. I turned to put the water in the coffee pot and felt arms come around my waist. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything, but you in here all naked and shit. Makes my dick hard."
"You have a dirty mouth,"
"I'll show you a dirty mouth Page." He said and he then pressed me against the refrigerator and went down to his knees. I grip the fridge and his face was in my pussy. His tongue felt like velvet as he started to lick and suck on my clit. He smacked my ass a couple of times. The more he moved the louder I was becoming. He wasn't going to give up. He then entered two fingers inside of me and I lost it. I tried to bend down to give him more access, but he held me in place. I wanted to turn around and beg him to fuck me, but I wasn't moving. I could feel my orgasm coming and I warned him, but it just pushed him forward and I came all over his face and fingers. He kissed me one last time there and then he stood up. I just held onto the fridge and breathed. I also had this huge smile on my face. "Put some clothes on." He said and smacked my ass again.
"Bossy," I said, as I walked to the bedroom.
"Baby, you haven't seen bossy yet." His words always sent fire to my body. After I had jumped into the shower. I came back out to find Vincent on my back porch. He was drinking some coffee and standing there in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. Is it possible for him to look even hotter in just shorts? I said to myself. I walked out onto the porch. He turned to look at me. I stood there and I don't know what made me say this, but out it came.
"Were you and Spencer friends?" I asked him. His face went hard and his eyes got dark.
"Who told you that?" I just looked at him. I could see anger all over his face. "Page? I know it wasn't my father. Who said that?" He asked me. I still didn't say a word. "Did you talk to Spencer? Is this why you have been acting like this for over a year now?" I crossed my arms and gave him a look.
"Is it true Vincent? Were you and Spencer best friends? Do you blame him for Vicky?" I said. He slammed his cup of coffee down to the ground. It made me jump and I backed away from him. He came very close to me.
"Are you seeing Spencer, Page?" He said as he took my shoulders in his arms roughly.
"Let me go," I said through my teeth. He stopped for a moment. Then he let me go.
"It's all true, isn't it?" He looked everywhere but at me. “Vincent!" I said.
"Yes, Page its true." He said. I could tell he was very upset. He never shared the story of his sister with me and I had never asked questions.
"Why? Why do you blame him?"
"Why do you care Page? Are you seeing him? Did you just spend the night with me while you're with him?"
"You really think that little of me?"
"Then what the fuck is going on?" He shouted.
"I haven't seen Spencer in over a year,"
"But you saw him? Did you speak to him? Did you sleep with him?"
"First of all, none of that is any of your business, but yes I saw him and yes I spoke to him. No, I didn't sleep with him. He told me his side of the story and he also told me about the deal he made with your father about me and he is the reason why I changed and the reason why I'm leaving. I'm a human Vincent, I'm not a toy that everyone can keep locked up. You all need to rethink the way you feel about each other. He didn't kill Vicky, it was an accident Vincent. He was like a brother to you and he hurt just as much as you did over her. You all turned your backs on him and that wasn't fair. I know losing her was bad Vincent, but you are dealing with it wrong. I didn't want this. I didn't want to feel like this anymore. I should have never let you come here last night." I said sounding all upset. Vincent's eyes were dark and full of anger.
"You want him?"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? After everything I just said, that's your response?" I shouted. I got so angry.
"No Vincent! I don't want him and I don't want you! I just want you all to leave me alone!" I just hollered out. I took off to my bedroom. "Leave now!" I shouted out and slammed my door behind me. I fell onto my bed and just started crying. I just threw Spencer under the bus and told Vincent off. I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
"Page, baby, please. I'm sorry."
"Just leave me alone Vincent," I said. I didn't hear him again. All I heard was the sound of my front door closing and I just laid there. My heart broke as I just realized I loved them both. This is why all of this is so hard. I'm in love with two men and I just keep making things harder on me. I missed them both so much and all I wanted was to be near them, but the sad reality was that I couldn't have them both, but I also couldn't choose who I wanted more. I was overwhelmed and I didn't deserve to have their hearts.
Pull yourself together girl. You leave in three days. Either you choose one of them or you get none of them. I knew my choice was to keep moving forward and let them both be. I knew in my heart that's what I was going to do. I was going to move to Texas and not look back.