Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Nicholas
“Breathe, man."
If it's even possible, my scowl deepens as I stare at Freddie's smug face. "I'm breathing."
"Could've fooled me."
I return to watching Sage where she sits talking to Victor.
Today, they're out on the pool deck, sitting across from one another at one of the wrought-iron tables.
Even shaded from the heat of the sun under an umbrella, I can see his every expression as he leans forward while she talks.
I can see hers too. While she's still guarded, every small smile she sends his way makes me want to ring his thick, dumb throat.
Freddie chuckles softly and I look down at my hands to find I'd started miming a wringing motion. "You're so transparent," he says.
I shoot him a disapproving look. "I'm still your superior."
"You gonna pull rank on me?" Freddie's brows disappear into his forehead. "Boss." He tacks on that last bit with a smirk.
I ignore him and go back to torturing myself as I watch them.
Sage sits with her legs crossed, her arms rested on the table as she leans forward to talk to Victor.
He's lapping up every bit of attention she gives him.
Every time she turns away his eyes fall to her long legs, peeking out beneath her dress.
Daring as he is, he even risks a peek at her tits spilling over the top of her dress.
Then he looks to me, as if to confirm I'm still here and have seen it.
I straighten, folding my arms across my body in a threatening gesture.
Victor gives me a smile and a relaxed wave, which Freddie returns, and I try to contain my twitching eye before I knock Freddie the fuck out.
Freddie then turns his back on them, looking out into the gardens. "You gonna watch them incessantly this whole time?" He closes his eyes as he suns his face.
"Like a fucking hawk."
"It's creepy, you know."
"It's also our job, Freddie." I rub at my jaw. "You're exhausting me. Don't you have something better to do?"
"Nope," he smiles widely. He turns over his shoulder to look at them once more. "They're calling you the bodyguard, you know?"
"Good."
Freddie laughs. "I think it's meant to be an insult, Nic."
Victor leans across the table and whispers something in Sage's ear that makes her giggle. His afterword has her throwing her head towards the sky. I start forward before thinking better of myself and setting back in position. He's not hurting her, really.
"What if she really marries him?" I worry my lip as I watch them.
Freddie sobers finally, turning away from the sun to look at me with worried eyes. "I don't know." He shakes his head. "Fuck, I really don't know."
I refused to fuck her last night. And now that seems like a colossal mistake. Surely all of this would be a little easier to bear if I knew she was sitting over there with my cum still inside her.
I clear my throat. Victor is retreating into the house now, thank God. Despite what I said to Freddie, I'm thankful to finally be able to breathe.
I start to move closer to the pool when Sage stands and removes her dress, revealing the swim suit underneath. I stop in my tracks, stifling a groan, though it's pure agony I feel. Freddie cuffs me upside the head as he walks past me.
By the time I make it over to the pool, Sage has climbed onto an inflatable, her hand swatting idly in the water to steer.
The suit she wears is two piece but designed to look like one where the top rests close to the skimpy bottoms. It's because she doesn't want her scars to be on display, but she hates wearing one pieces.
I hate getting naked to pee! she always says.
She's beautiful regardless. No marks on her skin could ever dull how beautiful she is inside and out.
She throws her dark hair freely behind her; the tips getting wet in the water.
I move closer to the poolside. Heading for the row of deck chairs, I pick one in the center and recline into it, covering my eyes with sunglasses so I can pretend I'm not watching her.
She knows, though.
I know it by the way she swats her hands in the water, wetting them and then wringing them above her chest to let the drops fall down her breasts.
For fuuuuuuuucks sake.
I pull my sunglasses down and level her with a warning glare, which makes her smile.
In my peripherals, I check our surroundings. I have no idea where Freddie has gone. But it looks like he's nowhere near us, thank God.
Years. Years I've been sliding under the radar. Doing dirty things to the DeMarco princess without anybody finding out what a sack of shit I am, violating the precious girl. If Dimitri DeMarco knew what I'd done, I'm sure he'd rise from the dead to drag me down to hell with him.
And yes, hell is where I'd be going.
She slides off the inflatable into the pool. Watching through my sunglasses, I gulp as she dips under the water for a moment, slowly coming up at the edge of the pool nearest to me and letting out a mewl as she runs her hands up her hips, over her breasts and through her hair.
"Stop that," I say.
"Stop what?" She blinks wide eyes up at me, innocent and doe-like, and I know I'm a fool to have said anything. I'm practically encouraging her. Jesus Christ.
You want her, asshole.
I need to be saved from myself.
"Are you going to follow me everywhere?" she asks, as she rests her hands on the edge of the pool.
"Yes."
"Tell me something," she starts. She saunters out of the pool, not bothering with a towel, and comes towards me, dripping fucking wet. I try my best, I swear I do, but I can't help but stare at the points where her nipples poke through the swimwear.
She sits on her knees at the end of the chair, right by my feet. Right between my legs. I check my peripherals again without turning my head. She's dangerous to me, this girl. I can't want her. But fuck, I do.
"Does it bother you to see me with Victor?"
"You're not with Victor," I growl as I sit up to face her.
"Really? Because last night, you were pretty adamant he was my fiancé, and that he should be respected," she says, lifting her chin. "I belong to him now after all."
My sense flies out the window and my dick takes full control of my brain. I grab her hips and she gasps as I pull her onto my lap.
"You don't belong to anyone," I say. My hands haven't moved from her hips, but she smirks, looking like she's gotten exactly what she wants from me.
With a small sigh, she runs her hands across my chest. The feel of her nails scraping across my skin is so fucking good that I close my eyes and tip my head back.
"Our secret doesn't have to be over," she says as she rocks her hips against me.
Anybody could see us here. We could be caught at any second. I doubt we'll be able to negotiate a peace deal if Victor Rushkoff catches me dry humping his new fiancée only days after he met her.
"Please don't tell me it's over," she whispers, right before she goes for the jugular (literally) and begins sucking on my neck.
"Shit." I rear upward, leaning into the feel of her lips. But it's the raw emotion in her voice, like she needs this just as badly as I do, that has me giving in.
"Sage," I breathe out, pulling her in by her hips so she grinds over my dick in just the right spot. It feels so fucking good and she's not even touching skin.
She leans closer to me until her tits press into my chest and soon she's controlling the pace of her grinding in my lap. Her breath comes in quick, luckily quiet, pants in my ear.
"Can you come like this, baby?" I ask.
She whimpers for me, telling me explicitly that yes, yes, she can.
"Do you need to come?" I ask again. If she wants it, she needs to give me an answer.
"Yes, Nic," she whispers in my ear. "I need you to make me come."
I pull her against me, angling my hips so the head of my cock presses against her clit, until I start to feel her shake in my arms.
She grips my shoulders, head tipped back as we work together to bring her to orgasm all over my cock.
"Just like that," she whispers, her hips losing their rhythm as she succumbs to the pleasure. She doesn't cry out this time, just whimpers quietly as she shivers on top of me.
Sick satisfaction washes over me, knowing I'm the one that's made her come when all her attention should be going elsewhere. I slow down my pace but she doesn't stop; she keeps going.
"What are you doing?" I tense.
"I want to make you come too," she says, eyes wide and innocent again, and ohhh fuck, I'm in trouble. Before I can think straight, she's pulled the buckle of my belt open, unzipped my pants and has me in her hand.
"Christ," I jolt as I sit up, but she just keeps stroking me. If I wasn't close before, I am now and oh fuck. "I can't come in my pants like a fucking teenager."
She smirks. "I'll take care of you."
She sits up on her knees so she's above me, continuing to stroke my cock as she pulls the front of her swimsuit down, holding the panties open like a catch.
"You want me to-"
"Come in my panties, yeah," she says, like that's a perfectly natural thing to say. My eyebrows raise to my forehead as I grip the sides of the chair, muscles stiffening as she works me over. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. This situation got out of control quick.
We're poolside in her father's mansion, with her fucking fiancé, his evil brother, and her whole fucking family able to stroll past at any point that they like.
And she's got her swimsuit half down, exposing her pussy, where she wants me to come in her swimsuit bottoms and then she's just going to... going to... sit in it?
That's the thought that pushes me over the edge.
"Sage, I'm going to-"
I don't get to finish as I'm blinded by pleasure, coming hard and gritting my teeth to keep in all sounds as she strokes me, pumping every bit of cum from my cock. I open my eyes to watch it. I watch as she milks my dick, hot cum pouring out of me and landing in her swimsuit.