Chapter 29

TWENTY-NINE

H e shrugged out of his shirt when Sage slipped the last button free, then slipped his belt from around his waist.

How in the fuck Sage was still a virgin blew his fucking mind.

To be fair, if he hadn’t seen her at Matthias’, cleaning his house, he would have been fooled by the oversized, dull clothes she wore at the office.

When he had picked her up at her apartment and saw her in the sexy dress that moved as she walked, leaving her back bare, he knew he wasn’t going to bring her home without getting her in his bed.

Carefully watching her expression, he took off his pants. Her shy eyes widened as he removed his underwear.

He stood still as her eyes remained fixated on his cock. Then she lifted her eyes to his and took a step back. “That doesn’t look normal.”

“It’s normal,” he assured her. Reaching out, he grasped her hand to tug her toward him.

Sage stared at him in disbelief.

“All right, maybe an inch or two above normal.”

“Is it supposed to be that thick?”

“Sage, it’s okay. I’m going to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“How?” she asked skeptically. “You going to wave a magic wand, and half of that thing will disappear?”

Kent winced at the image she had planted in his head.

Releasing a heavy sigh, he sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap.

“We’ll go slow. Relax.” Rubbing her back, he held her gently until he felt the tension ease from her body. “Better?”

She nodded into his shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, Sage.” Nuzzling her neck as he continued to rub her back, he deliberately started building her desire.

“Your breasts would put a goddess’ to shame.

” He cupped one, and his thumb started stroking the taut nipple.

Pliantly, her body melted into his. Rising with her in his arms, he walked around the bed to lay her down on the cool sheets.

“Give me a second.” He moved to the side and went to the entertainment center. Turning on the audio system, he searched for what he wanted. Soon, he was walking back toward the bed, with subdued music filling the room.

He sank onto the mattress next to Sage and lay on his side, raising one of her thighs to rest on his hip.

Using the steely mental strength gained by being raised in the Hellion’s Highway clubhouse, he had learned to shut his emotions off with an internal switch, turning them on and off at his will.

His mother had been one of the Hellion’s Highway’s club whores until Twister had claimed her.

He had worked his way through the club ranks until he made enough money to get his mother and him an apartment.

They were together for six years, in which time, his older brothers were born.

His mother was pregnant with him when Hellion’s Highway’s president became convinced Twister was trying to take control of the club.

The in-fighting between the members turned vicious.

Machete, the Highway Hellion’s president, accused Twister of stealing from the club. The result was him being dragged out of the club, with over twenty stab wounds and two gunshots, being left to die on a highway exit ramp.

Finding out Twister hadn’t died as he was supposed to had sent the fear of God through them.

Twister was a mean son of a bitch on a good day; being betrayed by the brothers and Machete could only be assuaged by their deaths.

They knew it was only a matter of time before he came for them, so the cowards had kidnapped his mother and his brothers, keeping them hostage at the club.

Threatening to kill them if Twister hurt any of the Hellion’s Highway or tried to get them back.

The fuckers thought they had beaten Twister.

They hadn’t. It had taken Twister almost six years to get his revenge and get his sons back, but it was too late for Bubbles.

She had died giving birth to him. Twister hadn’t known, and in retribution, once he had his sons back, he killed Machete, leaving his body at the same exit ramp the Hellion’s Highway men had left him.

While Twister had been shot and stabbed, Machete had been beaten until he was unrecognizable and suffered four bullet wounds—one in Machete’s lying mouth, one in each eye, and one through his heart.

Kent stared down at the beautiful woman gazing at him as if he hung the moon in the sky just for her. She had no idea about the type of man he really was, and when she found out, she would be the one walking away from him.

He should get out of the bed, get her dressed, and take her home. He wasn’t going to, though. She had sealed her fate when he saw her play tonight.

He had seen the way Sage had stared longingly at the piano throughout the night.

It was as if the piano had been calling to her.

When she had sat so straight on the piano bench and laid her hands on the keys, it was as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room while everyone waited for her to play.

He understood why Gail had asked if she needed the music—she’d been gasping for air the same as everyone in the room.

Sage’s gift had been tangible before she played the first note.

As she started playing, she gave life to the composer’s music, drawing them into her world until reality receded and all that was left was the beauty of the emotions Sage was pouring into the notes.

She was so much a part of the music that when the last note ended, he was afraid she would fade away as if she were meant to be in the world she had shown them.

He lightly ran his hand over her silky skin from her shoulder to her waist, making sure she was really there and not a figment of his imagination. Bringing his mouth closer to hers, he started kissing her, sliding his hand from her waist to the mound between her thighs.

While holding himself away so his cock wouldn’t poke her in the belly, he slowly glided his hand to her clit, wanting to build her pleasure. He took his time until he felt her thighs clench his hand tighter.

Deepening the kiss, he probed her opening. When she didn’t try to pull away, he went higher. Sweat broke out on his forehead. Sage was clenching his finger like a vise.

Using all his restraint, he stoked her, listening to her moans as they rose higher.

Levering himself over her, he removed his fingers before carefully guiding his cock inside of her. Watching her expression as he pressed inside of her was the most exquisite thing he had ever witnessed before.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Touching you is like making love to the rain.”

Keeping his voice low to blend into the soft music, he lulled her into following his lead. Arching her hips, he slowly slid further inside of her, inch by inch while skimming his lips over a turgid nipple. He licked the tip, holding back from biting the tender flesh.

He heard her sharp intake of breath as he pushed through her tight sheath.

“It’ll get easier. I promise,” he soothed, lifting one of her thighs to circle his hips. Setting a rhythm, he thrust then retreated. As her moans increased, he moved faster.

“Better?”

“So much better …” she moaned.

“You want more?”

“Oh … yes.”

He thrust harder but still held himself back, not giving in to the primal urge to pound into her until she was screaming. She wasn’t ready for the type of sex he preferred, but he could give her gentle until she was ready to accept the force of his desire.

“Kent!”

Hearing her climatic cries, he allowed himself three hard thrusts before he followed her down the blissful corridor he had led her to.

He moved off her and to her side, hooked an arm under her neck so she could lay her head on his shoulder. As he held her, she started shaking.

“You were so perfect. Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you.” She giggled, resting her chin on his chest to gaze up at him.

Grinning at her, he cupped one of her ass cheeks, massaging the soft globe. “I aim to please.”

“Is it that good all the time?”

“It gets better.”

“You blew my mind. If it gets much better, I might need to start going back to the gym to build up my cardio.” Giving a blissful yawn, she rested her cheek on his chest. “I need to get up before I fall asleep,” she murmured.

Was she asking to stay the night?

“Stay the night.” Running a hand through her tumbled hair, he waited for her to accept the invitation he thought she was asking for.

“I can’t,” she groaned, pushing herself into a sitting position to slide off the bed.

He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her back onto his chest. “Why can’t you stay?”

“I have to be at my second job at nine in the morning.”

“I thought you would have quit your second job once you were working full-time at the firm,” he probed.

“I wish. I can’t, especially now.”

Kent frowned. “Why especially now?”

“My car was stolen today. It wasn’t worth much, but it was reliable and paid off. I might luck out and get it back, but I don’t have hopes it’ll come back drivable.”

“Where in the fuck was it stolen from?”

“The parking garage,” she answered, wiggling out from under his restraining arm. She gained her feet to rush toward her dress. Holding it in front of her, she went to the foot of the bed to pick up her bra and panties. “May I use your restroom?”

Rolling over to face the bathroom, he gestured to the door behind her. “Sage, I think we know each other well enough now that you don’t have to ask to use my bathroom.”

“I didn’t want to take it for granted,” she replied politely, holding the dress in front of her as she backed up toward the door.

Getting up, he dressed in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a cream-colored shirt, then took out a pair of casual loafers and slipped them on. He was turning the audio system off when Sage walked back into the room.

“How are you going to get to work in the morning?”

“I’m going to take the bus. I’ve had to take it before when my car was down for repairs. It would have been nice if they hadn’t stolen it before I forked out the money for a new set of tires.”

“When was that?” he asked as they came out of the bedroom.

Sage shrugged. “About a month ago.”

As he drove her home, he was surprised when she reached out to hold his hand as it rested on the console. She had never initiated contact with him before.

“Thank you for being so considerate tonight. You gave me a night I’ll never forget.”

“My pleasure.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You sure you won’t let me drive you to work in the morning?”

“I’m sure.”

He didn’t argue, not wanting to press the issue.

So far, he had gotten away with Sage not realizing he had been the one who’d come into Matthias’ kitchen.

He knew she didn’t want him to connect her to the cleaning company she was working with.

It was wiser to distance himself from that area of her life.

“I have to go back to Queen City this weekend to check on my house. I won’t get back until late Sunday evening. When can I see you again?”

“Monday, I do my grocery shopping. Tuesday, I take my nieces out to the park and hit a restaurant. Wednesday, I have to catch up on laundry and cleaning. Thursday—”

“I could go with you on Tuesday.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“I want to,” he cut in. “We can do lunch like we’ve been doing, but I don’t want to wait until Friday to spend time with you outside of the office.”

“My nieces can be a handful,” she warned.

“I like kids. I was a handful myself.”

“All right, just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Giving him a mysterious smile, Sage ran her thumb over his knuckles on the hand she was holding. The intimate gesture made him want to put his hand where she could rub something else, which was becoming painfully erect.

“What does that mean?” he said, trying to take his mind off the renewed desire she was unaware of.

“Wait and see.”

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