Free Rock Hard Envy - Part 2 by D. H. Cameron Page B

ever forgive me?” James said and his eyes filled with tears he somehow managed to choke back. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to make him pay for his mistakes. But most of all, I wanted him to hold me and make it all better.
    “I don’t know,” I said and his eyes begged forgiveness. “You kind of owe me a car now,” I said and he looked at me utterly perplexed but when I smiled and tugged on his beard, he wrapped his arms around me and buried his head against my chest. I stroked his hair and held him. Finally, James looked up at me, his eyes red and a single tear streaked down one cheek.
    “I know I fucked up. But I don’t think Sylvia is the worst of our problems,” James said but the paramedic told us it was time to go. James wanted to follow me, but I told him to go and tell Josie what had happened before she saw the carnage on the news. He reluctantly agreed and promised to bring her to the hospital. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, I promise. I just need to hear it. Please tell me everything is OK. Tell me you forgive me,” James pleaded.
    “I do. I forgive you. I can’t be mad at you even though you’re a little dense,” I teased. James smiled and kissed me. He watched as the paramedics took me into the ambulance. He stood there watching as we pulled away. I had to forgive him. He did bring Sylvia into our lives, but I know he did it as a friend to her. She had betrayed us both and now it sounded as if things might be worse than I knew. I couldn’t imagine what that could mean, but it seemed par for the course. The immediate threat to James and I might be gone, but I knew that something bigger lurked just beyond our vision and that scared me.
    It was almost ten o’clock by the time we made it back to James’ house. He insisted I stay with him and invited Josie to stay too. Despite the drama, she was eager to see the rock star’s mansion that she’d heard so much about. Josie was duly impressed. This was not one of my better days, but when Monica stopped by with a big container of mac and cheese from James’ steakhouse, I forget about all of it. Monica stayed to check in on me before she excused herself and went home. James thanked her and then dished up the still steaming treat for Josie and me. Josie looked like she had an orgasm when she took a bite.
    “You thought I was exaggerating, didn’t you?” I said.
    “Oh my God! This is fantastic,” Josie said. We chowed down on the creamy delight, both of us famished. Neither of us had eaten since lunch. When we were done, I was stuffed, happy and tired. James and I showed Josie to one of the spare bedrooms. She hugged me tight before we left her. “I’m so glad you’re OK,” she told me. Josie was a good friend, way beyond just a simple roommate. I was lucky to have her in my life.
    James and I went to his bedroom and undressed for bed. I caught him staring at me as he paused. I looked down to find I had a nice bruise across my chest from the seatbelt and my wrists were raw from the airbag. “Sexy, huh?” I observed. James finished undressing and joined me in bed. He traced a finger softly along the bruise.
    “I feel responsible,” he said. I’d be lying if the whole Sylvia thing didn’t bother me, but she was probably gaming James too. I didn’t blame him and he was forgiven. I just wanted to forget it.
    “Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault,” I told him and pulled him close to kiss him. He slipped an arm around me and hugged me tight. I winced, but wouldn’t let him pull away. It felt so good to be in his arms and, for the moment at least, I felt safe and secure.
    “Sore?” James asked as we parted.
    “Yeah, getting there. I’ll be fine,” I said but then I remembered something he said earlier. “What did you mean Sylvia wasn’t the worst of our problems?”
    “I think something bigger is brewing, but I don’t know for sure. You shouldn’t worry about it right now. I’m going to take care of it,”