Chapter 10 - Sadie
Standing in the parking lot with Rhys, I’m so angry, I can’t even think straight. But I just keep firing off words, determined to hurt him.
I don’t even know what I was thinking, dancing with that guy. It just felt so good to let go, to feel wanted…
As a lump forms in my throat, I try to yell even harder at Rhys to clear it away, desperate not to break down.
I know what he thinks of me. I’m just a human, and he can’t ever respect me. I deserve to feel good!
Suddenly, I notice Rhys has stopped yelling, and all the anger has gone out of his face. It shocks me so much, my mind goes completely blank.
“What did you just say?” he asks, voice softer.
“That I deserve to feel good,” I say, wiping my cheek in anticipation of the tears I’m determined not to shed.
“No, after that.”
“What?” I mutter, confused. I search my mind for things to say, wishing I had the red-hot anger of a few minutes ago to fill my mind with choice words I can use against him.
“Did you just say that it’s been years since you felt like that?” he asks.
I want to get angry and yell at him again, but the soft tone of his voice stops me.
“Yes,” I say, very softly. “Well, it’s been years since anyone flirted with me… or since I let anyone touch me.” I laugh a little at the irony. “It might just be that I haven’t been out in public for that long,” I add, shaking my head.
Rhys takes a step towards me, but he doesn’t try to touch me. He just leans closer so he can look into my eyes.
“Are you saying you haven’t slept with anyone since the night we spent together?”
A faint tingle of anxiety prickles across my skin, as if I’ve wandered into a minefield unawares and am about to get completely blown to hell if I don’t watch my step.
“Yes,” I answer, knowing where this line of questioning could go and trying not to feed his ego.
“But why?” he asks, and the genuine curiosity in his voice disarms me.
“I’ve spent every last minute with Cassie,” I say, telling the truth.
“I had to work hard to make sure I could give her everything she needed, and every spare moment belonged to her. I wouldn’t trade a second of it, I love her so much—but I certainly didn’t have time to go out on Friday nights to get laid. ”
Rhys comes a little closer, and his face is so open and genuine, I feel another wall coming down inside me.
“I didn’t realize,” he says. “I mean, obviously you wouldn’t have much time to go out partying when you were looking after a baby, but you never had someone special, or a night out with your friends?”
“No,” I answer, my voice coming out hard.
It’s true, I closed myself off, and a big part of the reason was him, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Look, it’s none of your business,” I say, backing up. “What I’ve done over the last few years has nothing to do with you.”
“It’s my business now,” he says, following me. “We’re married, Sadie!”
“Are we?” I scoff. “This has to be the worst sham marriage in history.”
“You know that isn’t true,” he says, his tone lighter, but I refuse to let him de-escalate the conversation.
“I don’t know what you’re playing at here,” I say. “But you need to get a grip.”
“I’m trying to,” he says, and the playful note in his voice sends sensations singing through me I don’t want to acknowledge.
I turn my back on him, walking quickly into the parking lot, then I realize I got a lift here with the girls, and Rhys is my only way home.
Where are you going, genius? You going to walk home?
I will if I have to!
I hear Rhys’s footsteps behind me, catching up to me quickly. I know I can’t outrun him—literally or figuratively—so I have to stop and face him.
Are you sure you want to run away?
“I just want to go home,” I say. “Where’s the car?”
“It’s just over here,” he replies, pointing. “But I’m not done talking yet.”
“Well, I am,” I say, backing away. “Besides, we can talk on the way home.”
I turn and walk straight over to the Viper, and Rhys follows me at a steady pace. I start to feel like he’s lingering back there on purpose, and it makes me stand up a bit straighter and swing my hips back and forth.
Might as well give him a show.
When we get close to the car, I turn around, trying to find something challenging to say, but the intense look on his face makes me back away. Rhys keeps advancing, and I keep taking small steps until my back smacks against the car and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Rhys,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asks, brushing a lock of hair from my cheek.
The light touch sends thrills running through me, and suddenly it’s as if I can feel the heat rising from his body. It’s setting me alight.
Looking into his eyes, I can’t think. I can’t even breathe. My body is ringing with sensation, and I don’t know if it’s panic or straight-up lust.
“Sadie,” he says softly, still playing with a lock of my hair. His voice sends a whisper of his breath across my skin, and goosebumps rise up across my chest, racing down my arms and making my nipples hard.
Oh, God. I can’t stop. This feels so good.
“Rhys,” I choke out, trying to find the words no or stop, but they don’t seem to be in my vocabulary anymore. I reach up and put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but my fingers slide around the smooth, firm muscles, massaging him with my palms as if I want to pull him on top of me.
And fuck me, right here, up against the car. I don’t give a fuck who sees, it’s been so long—
“Sadie,” Rhys says, still twirling the lock of hair next to my cheek. “I don’t want you looking at other guys while you’re here with me.”
“Should I pluck out my eyes, then?” I almost gasp, trying to sound sassy but just ending up hoarse.
He grins, and it’s so self-assured, the expression actually dilutes my lust a little.
“You just need to protect your image,” I say, feeling strength returning to my voice. “That’s all. You don’t really want me, you just don’t want other guys playing with your toys—or to look weak in front of your buddies.”
“It’s far simpler than that,” he says, his voice deep and resonating with sincerity. He puts one hand against the car and leans closer, almost touching me. “There’s no need to go looking elsewhere when you know I can satisfy you.” He leans very close to me, almost but not quite touching my lips.
“You fucking jerk!” I gasp, shoving his shoulders as I try to push him back. “How dare you assume that—”
He kisses me, grabbing my shoulders and slamming me against the car. I try to push against him, but he covers my body with his and traps me under him. His lips on mine feel hot enough to scorch me, but the heat rising inside me is a raging inferno in comparison.
With a groan of surrender, I wrap my arms around him, letting my hands roam up towards his shoulders, then down to his waist again as I writhe against him. Rhys cups my cheek with one hand, kissing me even more deeply as his other hand slides down to grab my breast.
The pressure triggers something deep inside me, and I rock my head back, opening my legs and wrapping them around his hips. Rhys reaches down to grab my thighs, hoists me up a little, then slams me up against the car again, his mouth trailing from my lips as his tongue caresses my neck.
Oh, God, yes. This. More.
Rhys grinds his hips into me, and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans and my thin underwear.
My skirt is fully up above my waist, and Rhys reaches up to pull my top down.
My breasts burst free. He tightens his grip on my legs again, gripping my thighs hard enough to hurt, then growls as he buries his face in my breasts.
When his mouth finds my nipple, I cry out in shock, writhing against the car as I reach up to put my hands behind his head. He teases me with lips and tongue, then gently sinks his teeth into me, making me scream.
Panting, I struggle under him, and he lets my nipple go, trailing the tip of his tongue back up my chest to my neck.
“I think we'd better get in the car,” he whispers against my neck.
Breathless, I nod in agreement, and Rhys carefully sets me down and unlocks the car.
I’ve barely got the back door open when he grabs me around the waist and tackles me onto the back seat. His arms go around my waist, pinning me to his chest, and I open my thighs, wrapping my legs around his hips.
One of his hands slides down to grab my ass, and the other comes up to cup the back of my head as he kisses me. His tongue flicks into my mouth, searching for mine, and I lean back into the pressure of his hand, responding to his kiss and going limp in his arms.
While he explores my mouth and keeps one hand cupped behind my head, his other hand gropes and squeezes at my ass, hips, and back up to my breasts. When he rubs his rough, strong palm against my still-hard nipple, I start to cry out before the sound is swallowed by our kiss.
Rhys thrusts towards me, and I hook my ankles around him, arching against his body.
He growls softly, letting go of my head and trailing his tongue down my neck and chest. His hard hands grab my hips as he goes from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and teasing with the sharp edges of his teeth.
I thrash under him, moaning helplessly as waves of desire crash through me, wiping my mind clean with ripples of intense pleasure. Rhys runs his hands down my hips towards my thighs, his tongue licking a slick trail down my belly.
My hips buck up and down, the throbbing in my clit, and the ache deep inside so strong, it hurts.
Lines of fire streak across my skin, making my nipples hard and stealing my breath.
I’m gasping for air when Rhys runs his hands along my inner thighs, shoves them apart, and plunges his tongue into my pussy.
I thrash under him, not sure if I’m screaming or if I even have breath left to use my voice. His hands tighten on my thighs as he pushes my legs even further apart, and he growls as his tongue dives deeper, exploring the slick folds and diving into the throbbing slit.
I grab his head with one hand, twisting my fingers into his hair as I thrust my hips towards him. He groans in pleasure, a muffled sound that vibrates through me as I feel his tongue licking even deeper inside me. I tighten my grip on his hair and rock my hips forward, desperate for more.
Rhys pulls back a little for air, and I pull his hair a little, but he doesn’t even react as he strokes the tip of his tongue up through my throbbing, slick folds to tease my clit.
I pull his hair again, my hips bucking up and down, but he braces his hands on my thighs and keeps up with feather-light touches from his tongue and lips.
Shuddering with need, I let go of his hair and put my hands over my face, shaking my head back and forth. I lean back, legs open wide, thrusting my hips towards him. Rhys licks and sucks down to my slit again, then slowly back to my clit, teasing me with slippery kisses from his lips.
I’m gasping and shivering when he wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks on it, making me scream and grab his hair again. He makes a soft sound, almost a chuckle, and wraps his lips even tighter around my clit, sucking and alternating with hard laps from the flat of his tongue.
I yank on his hair as I thrust my hips towards him, the pleasure he’s giving me intensifying the ache inside and making my whole body scream like an alarm bell. Rhys slows down again, going back to soft, gentle touches, and a long, agonized moan rips out of my throat.
Then Rhys slides two fingers into me, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking on it at the same time.
A scream pours out of me, and I yank his hair as my hips buck crazily up and down, the pressure of his fingers inside me and his lips around my clit bringing me to a raging orgasm that explodes somewhere deep inside, the ache turning into a blissful wave of pleasure that crashes through me like an immensely strong clash of thunder.
I feel Rhys pull back a little, laying light kisses across the outer lips of my pussy as he slides his fingers out, teasing me a little as he does. All I can do is lay there shivering, trying to recover, trying to remember why I’m resisting this man.
That was more than just sex… wasn’t it?
In the blissful afterglow, I truly can’t be sure, so I turn my mind from it and enjoy the sensations in my body for as long as I can.