8. Christian
christian
Dad patted my shoulder, the water from the rain slicker flicked into my face.
Mom and Sage had already gone back to the house.
After dinner, where I insisted on Sage sitting right beside me even though her body was half-turned away from me, Dad ordered us all to get dressed and head out to sandbag the creek.
It was late now. The rain continued to pour, heavy clouds settling low around us in an atmospheric river.
“Can I sleep on the couch tonight?” I asked, not wanting to drive back to town in the middle of the night. Driving down the dark country roads when it was storming was never a good idea.
“Sure, son. Mom can set you up on the couch. But you should give Sage her space.”
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Not really. I already knew what would happen as soon as I was laying alone in the dark.
Dad gave me a final squeeze before we trudged back through the mud to the house.
Once we were inside, we shed our coats and boots and said our goodnights.
Mom had already turned off the lights for the night — the nightlights that lined the hallways and the light over the kitchen sink were the only illuminations.
The dogs were all away in their crates and I assumed Arlo was upstairs with Sage.
Mom had anticipated me staying over, leaving a pillow and quilt on the sofa for me.
I just needed sweats and a shirt. I strained my ears to listen for her in the quiet house.
Through the sound of rain hitting the windowpanes, I heard the shower turn on in the upstairs hallway bathroom.
I made my way up, the steps creaking under my feet. Light shone beneath the bathroom door. She’d left the bedroom door open and the bedside lamp glowed out into the hallway. Arlo saw me as I walked in, getting up from his spot on the floor.
“Hey, buddy,” I whispered as he came over to claim his scratch behind his ear and a lick of my hand. His tail thumped against the carpeted floor as he watched me.
I listened for Sage turning off the shower while I opened the drawers to my old dresser.
She’d yet to unpack her belongings, her suitcase open on the bed.
The dresser was still full of clothes I’d worn back in high school.
Mom rarely threw anything out, always claiming there’d be a need for them one day.
Today I was thankful she hadn’t as I pulled out a pair of ratty gray sweatpants and a worn Willows High School Wrestling Team tee.
Unable to help myself, I peeked in Sage’s suitcase like the fucking snoop that I was — because I was a greedy bastard who wanted to know everything about her.
I wanted to know her intimately. To know the real Sage she hid from the world.
I was like a starved dog licking up whatever scraps she was willing to give me. And I was taking this fucking chance.
Glancing at the door, I made sure I wasn’t about to get caught and shuffled through her clothes.
There were jeans and sweaters that had laid close to her skin, socks to warm her feet and …
jackpot! Black lace that cupped her beautiful tits and soft white cotton that dampened from her pussy.
My dick twitched at the sight. My imagination ran wild, imagining taking them off her supple skin, my fingertips grazing her most sensitive parts and tossing them to the floor.
Then lifting the rest of her clothes, I froze.
Beneath the layers of fabric was an arsenal of colorful toys –– vibrators, dildos, butt plugs. Heat washed over me and my dick was officially rock hard. Shit. I knew she was a kinky little vixen. My eyes shifted to Arlo, shushing him to keep this dirty little secret.
Picking up a purple vibrator that curved to a little suction cup, I clicked on the power button. It came to life, humming, and sending tingles up my arm. My cock throbbed as I pressed my fingertip to the suction cup, the tip of my pointer finger immediately sucked in.
“Fucking shit,” I said under my breath. It gave the sensation of sucking lips. I imagined using this on her, letting it pulse as it suctioned to her swollen clit.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice pierced through me and I flinched.
“Fuck, Sage. Don’t scare me like that.” I turned around, the device still in my grasp while it sucked my finger. And with my cock already hard, it was now officially leaking in my pants. I shifted my feet as if it would alleviate the ache.
Her long dark hair was wet, waves dampening her loose T-shirt, nearly reaching the waistband of her flannel pajama pants.
Her brown eyes narrowed, her feet marching toward me and ripping the vibrator right out of my hand to shove it back into her suitcase. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing going through my things?”
Her cheeks heated, a pretty shade of pink. “Why are you so pretty when you get embarrassed?”
“I’m not embarrassed. I’m angry, Christian. There’re no fucking boundaries with you. Ever.” She shoved it back, deep beneath her clothes, and shut her suitcase.
She spun on me, her hands balled at her sides.
She was right, she was mad, but … “God, you’re so hot.”
She rolled her eyes. “Can you focus for two seconds?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Not when you’re around.”
“Ugh!” She pushed my shoulder, ushering me toward the door and I let her.
“Why did you bring your whole toy stash with you to my parents’ house?
” I asked. Then it dawned on me. “Wait! Were you planning on staying with some guy?” My head was spinning, all the blood having officially left all my other extremities and heading right toward my cock before shooting back up to my chest. My heart clenched at the thought that she might use these with someone else.
“No, I was not planning on staying with some guy. I was always planning on coming here.” She pushed me again, this time making me step out to the hallway, bracing the doorway to block me from reentering.
“I don’t get it?” I confessed, totally confused by this whole situation. How did she know my parents well enough to be invited to stay? Not that my parents weren’t welcoming. They were the most generous and caring people I knew.
“What’s there to get? I wanted to do something to help Lina and Reed because they’re my friends. And there was no way in hell I was going to leave my toys for them to find, especially with a kid around.”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded dumbly. It did make some sense, but I wasn’t totally buying it either. There was more to this. Just like most things with Sage, she was hiding something.
She eyed the sweats in my hands, her brows rose. “Are you staying the night?”
I rubbed the back of my neck even though I really wanted to adjust the half-chub in my pants.
Her gaze flicked downward, her face turning crimson.
I smirked knowing I affected her. She’d never admit it, but I was slowly breaking down her defenses.
“Sleeping on the couch. Don’t wanna drive back in the storm. ”
Her chest rose, her nipples cutting through her loose sleep shirt. Subconsciously, I licked my lips at the thought of dragging them in between my teeth.
“You know, if you get lonely, you could …”
“Good night, Christian,” she interrupted.
I chuffed a laugh. “Come on, Arlo.”
Arlo got up from his place and started following me toward the stairs.
“Hey!” she whisper-yelled after me.
“Sorry, baby. If you’re not going to keep me company, I know Arlo’s good for it.”
“He’s my dog,” she complained.
“Not tonight.”
Wifey
How did you find me anyway?
My phone screen lit up on the coffee table with her text. I smiled in the dark. I knew it was only a matter of time before she texted me.
I stretched out on the couch, my feet bumping into Arlo who was curled up at the end.
Me
I have my ways.
Three dots immediately popped up. This was how it was every night.
Her texting me when we weren’t sleeping.
The only time she dropped her walls, giving me glimpses of her heart.
What I looked forward to every night. Like the witching hour and the safety behind her phone screen made it easier for her to come out to play.
Wifey
Did you follow me?
Me
Maybe …
Wifey
Christian! That’s psycho.
I couldn’t help smiling bigger. My semi-hard cock now back at attention. I liked how she scolded me.
Me
It’s a small town. I knew from Lina when they were moving in. It wasn’t hard.
Wifey
So what? You just hung outside my apartment like a creeper until you saw me leave?
Me
Me
If you were going to go to some guy’s place I needed to see what I was up against, but I’m starting to think you don’t date, Sagey Pagey.
Wifey
That’s none of your business.
Me
It’s ok, though, baby. I know you’re just fighting it. It’s ok to give in, you know.
Wifey
I already gave in once. Was that not enough for you?
Me
Not nearly enough. Have you seen your ass?
Wifey
It needs to be.
Me
Don’t you see? I’m desperate for you.
I stuffed my hand under the quilt, wrapping my fist around my cock through my sweats, giving it a good tug in hopes of relieving some of the ache.
Wifey
Don’t you see you need to let it go? It’s never going to happen. It can’t happen again.
Me
Why not? Didn’t it feel good for you, too?
Wifey
That’s beside the point.
Me
So, it did feel good? I knew it! You know I could make you feel good again.
I continued to stroke my cock, texting her with one thumb which was much harder than I thought it would be, but worth it.
Wifey
Christian!
God, just imagining how she said my name in the dark while I touched her …
Me
Why not give in, Sage? Make yourself feel good.
Wifey
We’re in your parents’ house! I’m sleeping in your old bed!
Me
Mmmmm hot. They won’t know. They’re sound sleepers.
Wifey
I’m not coming down there.
Me
You don’t have to. Why don’t you use that one big veiny bastard? It doesn’t vibrate so it wouldn’t make a sound.
Wifey
WTF Christian! How long were you studying my toys?
Me
Long enough. But unfortunately that one isn’t long enough. Not as long as mine. The one you really want.
Wifey
You wish.
Me
I do wish. Do I need to talk you through it?
Wifey