Page 62 of Blaze

She looks guilty as fuck, but instead of looking at his old lady, the love of his life, he looks back at the chart.

“Miles, please,” Clark whispers, but Trick shakes his head, and I sigh.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him mad at her before...

“Sweetheart, what you did was out of line, and it took everything for Cage and me to convince Winter to stay and take on the job at the strip club last night. I get you wanted to defend your friend, but she has caused nothing but shit. Fuck, you’ve barely spoken to her, and what you did was not okay, and you know it. Honestly, you’re lucky she didn’t press charges,” I say softly, but she still flinches as she gently cups her baby bump.

She’s due soon, which is why Trick is even more pissed off.

“You put yourself in harm's way, not even speaking to your brother first,” Trick grunts, “You attacked an innocent woman who is here to help the club in a town where she was dumped as a baby, while your friend struggles with mourning her sister…”

Clark swallows and reminds us, “But Belle is my friend,” and I cut in, “Who has done nothing but mess up, including trying to get your own husband fired, blaming him for your disconnect in the friendship. With how you acted, you’ll be lucky if you’re not kicked out of the club for a month, Clark, and don’t get me started on your brother. He wants nothing to do with you now, he hasn’t answered anyone's calls, and you only have yourself to blame.”

She looks down but nods just as I notice my wife coming out of a room, and I mutter, “Got to go,” and Trick snorts as I rush over to Blair, who is busy looking down at her notes to see me coming, and I don’t hesitate.

As soon as I’m close, I grab her arm while opening the storage room, and she gasps as I drag her inside, then shut the door before pushing her up against it, and I smile as our eyes connect.

“Well, this is a surprise, husband,” she breathes as she drops her notes and grips my cut, before her eyes widen, realizing I’m in the hospital, and she looks down at my leg, but I cup her jaw and force her to look at me.

“I’m here for my wife, who is distant,” I admit, and she melts as her eyes race between mine.

“I didn’t mean to be distant,” she admits, and I hum as I gently run my thumb along her jaw.

“I know, and I know Clark's outburst while you were trying to figure your shit out didn’t help,” I murmur, and she sighs.

“She’s apologized several times, but I made sure she understood it isn’t me she needs to apologize to. Poor Winter has a split lip, I saw her this morning. I think she was bolting…” she admits, and I raise a brow at my girl.

“And how exactly did you see her?” I ask, and she smiles.

“I was dropping off CJ’s toy that he left in my bag on my way to work, and she was speaking with Cage. I heard her mention going home, and he didn’t take it very well,” she says, and I curse.

“I thought Cage and I convinced her to stay last night?” I ask, but my girl shakes her head, and my jaw ticks.

What the fuck happened within less than twenty-four hours for her to decide to leave?

“Crash’s mom threatened her to leave town last night after you and Cage left her motel room,” she admits, and I huff.

“Fucking Clarisse,” I mutter before I sigh, “Okay, enough about them, Crash will figure his shit out. He knows we need Winter’s help and won’t let her leave. I want to make out with my wife in a supply closet…”

Blair laughs, which is music to my fucking ears, and I grunt, “Fuck, I’ve missed that sound.”

“I love you, Linc, and even if I am a little distant, please know it isn’t you. I’m just trying to unscramble my head,” she says, and I hum as I gently run my lips against hers, and I whisper, “Use me, let me help you, baby, because you know how you struggle with abandonment issues?” she nods and I admit, “I didn’t realize it until these past few days but I have them, with you.”

“I’m sorry,” she chokes, and I murmur, “I’ll forgive you if you kiss me,” and she smiles, her eyes shining, and she presses her lips against mine, but pulls back way too soon for my liking, and I groan.

She giggles before running her fingers through my hair, and she opens up, “When I passed out, I saw my sister,” and I lift up a little bit, giving her my whole attention. She sniffles, “She told me not to feel guilty, that she was just evil, that I deserved better, she told me she was sorry, and I really wanted it to be real…”

“It was real,” I say fiercely, now understanding what her problem is, “She said it before she shot herself, so it was real, and your head just wanted the conversation in a nicer setting. If you take anything from that dream, your sister apologized and you can hold onto that, it won’t make you an idiot or a bad person, it makes you kind and so goddamn sweet that you wished for a better future with your sister.”

A few tears fall, and I kiss them away before I bend slightly, grab her from behind her thighs, and lift her, and she gasps, “Linc, your leg!”

“Fuck my leg, I need my wife close,” I mutter before I press my lips against hers, “I love you, Blair, I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too,” she chokes, and I nod before I ask, “Ever had any fantasies of fucking your husband in the storage closet?”

She giggles and admits, “No, but kind of am now,” and I hum as I slam my lips against hers hard, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers.

“Where is Blair?” I hear a doctor ask, but I don’t let up on my wife even as I hear Clark try to redeem herself and lie, “She’s with a patient, Dr. Love,” I kiss my wife until I feel like I’m struggling for air. I grind my hard cock against her pussy, ready to bury myself inside her, a place I always long to fucking be.