Absolutely Unforgivable(57)

Trista also told me that Billy refused to play any gigs other than their weekly shows at Rowdy’s, and then right after the last set he would hurry home to be by my side. It truly hurt my heart hearing Trista tell me that about Billy. I hated that I made him so sad. I hated that I made him withdraw from his friends. I didn’t want Billy to be like this anymore. I had to show him that I was going to be okay.

But before I could give it much thought, Jeromy came home early from work to surprise me with flowers in hand. I jumped into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and I kissed him passionately.

“I see someone is feeling better.”

I didn’t answer him. I just kept kissing him and he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. He didn’t throw me on the bed this time, though. Instead he was gentle and sweet.

I lifted my chin up as he kissed my neck. I let out a soft moan as he murmured, “God, I missed this so much.”

His touch sent a combination of tickles and chills through my body. Our time apart hadn’t changed that. I pushed my hips up to meet his as he leaned in to kiss me, deeply. Tangling my tongue with his, my skin felt like it was on fire.

I inched his shirt up slowly but he stopped me. “You sure?” I took a deep breath and nodded yes. “I don’t want to hurt you baby.” His finger ran along my lower lip and then he removed my swimsuit top and his eyes skimmed my body. Then he removed his clothes.

I put my arms around him and pulled him back on top of me. I ran my hands down his smooth back, breathing him in. It had been so long since we had been together, I desperately needed him. My body tingled with desire. He began to caress and tease me with his tongue, until I was begging for more.

He slowly worked his way inside of me and I moaned, “Don’t stop.” He kissed me harder and his thrusts began to speed up. My leg muscles tensed as I wrapped them around his waist.

After it was over he held me tightly and I luxuriated in his warmth, his strength and his scent that was like a fresh spring day, like a mixture of cedar and rain. He rolled over on his back and gently pulled me up to rest my head on his shoulder. He caressed my arm and we lay there together in bed in complete silence. It was so peaceful.

Before long, he bent down and kissed my forehead and I could feel his body tense up. I sat up next to him to look at his face. “Baby, I need to talk to you.”

He looked so serious. I hated that look on his face. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hand and then proceeded to tell me that work had been really crazy lately and he was sorry he hadn’t been around more. And just as I was thinking how amazingly sweet that was of him to say, his voice softened. “But I have to head out of town for a few days.”

As he said it, my mind flashed back to when I was in the hospital, and seeing his purple dot flashing over Nevada. I had completely forgotten about his lie to me and now he was leaving to go out of town again? I wonder if this time he’ll tell me the truth about where he was going.

I could feel the sting of tears come to my eyes and a lump form in my throat. That was followed by a wave of heat that burned across my face. I took a deep breath and swallowed, as I tried my best to hold back the emotions. In my head I was screaming and crying, shouting out how could you leave me like this? But my mouth never forced any of those words. Instead I just sat there looking at him, dumbfounded.

Since the accident, I knew Jeromy had been distant but I had just written it off as guilt. I figured he probably felt bad for not being there when I got hurt and that is why he was acting that way but now I don’t know. Maybe he met someone in Vegas and he is going to be with her now.

I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

“Please, Baby, don’t be that way. Not now. I’m already late,” he pleaded. “I am going to miss my flight. I’m so late. I didn’t know I would come home and ...”

I flung open the door. “And what? You didn’t know you were going to come home and f*ck me?”

“Please, baby. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Here,” I said as I went to the closet, grabbed his suitcase, and threw it at him.

I went back into the closet and quickly put some clothes on. I looked around for my purse and didn’t see it. Then I remembered it was by the stairs, right by the little table with my keys on it.

I stormed out of the room as Jeromy was packing his clothes. By the time I hit the bottom stair and flung my purse over my shoulder, Vin had jumped in front of me. “Everything okay?”