Chapter 23
SAGE
“Are you looking for me?”
I just about swallow my tongue when Beckham fucking Bentley appears in front of me, his mouth wide in a malicious smile. I clear my throat, trying to gather some of the confidence I had when I followed him in here, and put my hand on my hip.
“You guys are avoiding me.”
He tweaks his head to the side, blinking. “And you took that as me saying please, follow me into the library?”
I take a step back, looking into the dark blue eyes that save me in my nightmares. “Figured Kaiden wouldn’t let you talk to me, so I wanted to catch you alone.”
He laughs humorlessly, threading his tattooed fingers together to crack his knuckles as he steps closer. “Is that how you think it goes, Sage?” He takes another wide step toward me, putting his face inches from mine. “Kai says jump, and I say how high?”
Nerves bubble up inside of my chest at his close proximity, so I take a step backwards.
He moves with me, though, so I keep walking backwards until my ass hits one of the bookshelves.
Putting his mouth an inch from mine, the taste of his breath infiltrates my tongue, sending me flying back into my memories of his mouth against mine in the crypt.
I swallow thickly as my stomach spins and my clit tingles.
His lips turn up into another sinister smile, this time keeping his mouth shut. “Why are you following me, Sage?”
My chest heaves, my eyes flicking up and down from his eyes to his lips until I find the courage to speak again. “I want to know about my dad.”
His gaze travels down my body. “And you think I have information about him?”
He runs a finger over my lips, my chin, my throat, finally to the slit I cut into my black T-shirt this morning. “Did you cut this?”
His gaze flicks back to mine, and I gulp. “Yes.”
He curves his pointer finger inside the cut in the fabric, pulling it open a little more so he can peek in and see my tits. “I like it.”
My stomach flips, and I press my eyes closed as molten heat runs over me from his touch.
Even something as simple as him touching the fabric of my T-shirt has me wanting to drop to my knees for him.
Taking a breath, I open my eyes again and look at him, reminding myself why I’m here in the first place.
“Tell me what you know about my dad.”
His lips twitch. “What are you going to give me in return?”
I blink. “What?”
He licks his lips, his tongue almost touching my mouth. “You want information from me, so you’ll have to give me something, Little Rabbit.”
Him using my nickname from Halloween has my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my core tightening.
“What are you willing to do to find out what you want to know?” he whispers against my mouth, moving so close to me that I can taste him.
I shake my head a little. “Anything.”
Smirking, he pulls my T-shirt with his finger as he takes a step backwards. “C’mon.”
He leads me back the way I came, to the very last aisle of the library.
Once we’re right at the back corner of the room, he grabs me by the ribs and spins me around to push me against the shelves.
He slides his hands underneath my shirt, making my skin tingle with heat.
When he presses his lips to mine, I open my mouth and moan against his lips, loving the familiar feeling of his skin on mine.
His hands are wild, running all over my body and squeezing every inch while he kisses down my throat. As his hands slip from underneath my shirt and move to the button on my shorts, I glance around to make sure no one is around before he pops it and then pulls the zipper down.
“Turn around,” he groans, pushing my shorts to my knees. I breathe heavily through my parted lips, spinning around and putting my chest against the bookshelf.
I can feel myself dripping into my panties, and I move from foot to foot impatiently.
He slaps my ass. “Bend over for me, Savage.”
My teeth bite down onto my lip as I bend, putting my hands on one of the lower shelves to hold myself up. His hands caress my ass, stroking until he digs his fingers into my flesh over the fishnets. “You look so fucking sexy in these, so I’m sorry that I’m going to do this.”
He chuckles, then grabs the stockings and rips them until there’s a huge hole from my waist to my thighs.
I whimper when he grabs my panties and moves them aside so he can press two fingers to my opening, feeling that I’m already soaked.
With a groan, he pulls his hand from me to undo his pants.
I look over my shoulder the best I can while I’m bent in half, watching as he shimmies his pants down just enough to free his dick.
He positions himself against my entrance, then pushes inside of me until his pelvis is flush against my ass.
I grab the shelf so hard that the bones in my fingers feel like they might snap. “Oh, God.”
I try to spread my legs, but my shorts hold me confined to a foot-wide gap between my thighs, and I moan again as he pulls back, then plunges back in. “Beckham, take my shorts off. I can’t move my legs.”
He pushes at my bare ass with his palms, spreading me as he rolls his hips. “You don’t need to move, Savage. Just suck me deep into this cunt of yours.”
The growl to his voice makes me clench around him, biting into my lip with enough force that as he thrusts behind me, I taste blood. I moan louder, making him slide his hand around my face to cover my mouth.
“Shhh, Sage. You gotta be quiet, okay?”
I nod against his hand, and he slips it back from my face to grab onto my hips. Feeling pressure building in my core, I do my best to grind back into him to create the friction I need to find my climax.
He moans quietly, gripping my hips tight. “God, I know it’s only been a of couple days, but I missed your tight little pussy so much.”
Over and over again, he hits deep inside me, making me whimper between my closed lips. The explosion of my orgasm is sitting right at the edge, waiting to crest and fall over, so I slide my hand between my legs to rub my clit.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back, jackhammering his hips harder as he chases his release with me, then I fall over the edge with a close-lipped cry.
It’s almost painful how tight my pussy clenches around his dick, and he pounds through my orgasm until he’s coming inside of me.
His cock swells, making me squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath as pleasure fills me.
I pant through the last few languid thrusts of his hips as he finishes spilling, listening to the little groans in his throat as he comes down.
He pulls out once he’s finished, slapping my dripping pussy with a flat hand and making me squeal. When he steps away, I stand up and turn around to face him as I pull my shorts back up.
“Now, that information?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow.
He tucks himself back into his pants, then fastens the button and pulls the zipper up. His lips twitch as he drags his gaze over my body, then he steps toward me, getting close enough that if I were to flick my tongue out, I would taste his lips.
“I don’t know shit about your dad, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Stop following me, Sage.”
My mouth drops open, but I’m too stunned to say anything to him. I watch him turn and walk away, a swagger to his hips that makes my fists clench.
Mother. Fucker. Just. Played. Me.
Anger burns through me. I almost want to chase after him and tackle him, but I don’t.
I just stand there, used and spent, with his cum dripping from my pussy, soaking my panties.
I grit my teeth, trying to calm myself down with deep breaths through my nose, but it’s no use.
I’m fucking fuming. I wouldn’t be surprised if my face was firetruck red.
I find where I discarded my bag on one of the tables, slip it back on, and walk slowly toward the exit to go to the bathroom.
I spend the rest of the day just as angry as when I left the library.
I snapped a pencil in one of my classes without realizing it earlier, so by the time I’m done with my last class of the day, I’m ready to get home and relax.
After spending the day searching the corridors for the Hallows Boys so I could give them a piece of my mind, I feel fucking exhausted.
I didn’t see any of them all day, so I have all this pent-up aggression inside of me that’s threatening to burst out.
I find Juliet with her face in a book in one of the hallways, so I head her way.
“What’s up?” I greet her, making her life her eyes to mine.
She waves the book in the air. “Shakespeare.”
I realize then that Juliet wasn’t in our shared class today, and I didn’t see her for lunch since I spent the half hour in the library digging around in old books.
“I didn’t see you all day,” I note, turning to face her.
She shrugs. “Wasn’t in the mood for learning. Spent the day outside in the sunshine. You find out anything about your parents?”
“Nope.” I pop the p, turning to walk down the corridor. “I’m gonna dig through my gran’s stuff when I get home, see if she has any old mementos from when they lived here.”
She follows me, hooking her arm through mine. “Wanna have a girls’ night this weekend? We can watch all the Scream movies and eat garbage, get your mind off shit?”
“No Halloween movies,” I groan. “I am so done with Halloween.”
She laughs as we make our way outside. “Fine, you can pick the movies. Friday?”
I nod. “Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We go our separate ways to head home, and I get lost in my surroundings again as I walk through town.
The sun is hanging high in the sky, making shadows of trees crawl across the road.
A few cars pass by me, but I’m starting to get used to how empty and quiet this town is.
It’s so different from LA, but it’s nice.
The silence of my walk gives me time to think, time to breathe.