Chapter 18
KAIDEN
We let Sage lie on the bed for a while to let her system reboot. I’m sure she’s exhausted as all hell, but we’re not done yet.
All three of us stare at her as she rests, her back rising and falling quickly while she tries to catch her breath.
After five minutes, she’s breathing normally again and she sits up.
As she turns around, her legs are spread, and I catch a glimpse of cum dripping from her cunt, my cock sparking back to life in response.
She moves herself backwards, leaning against the headboard and raising her hips to pull the blanket from under her ass so she can cover herself.
She breaks the silence when she gazes at us. “What time is it?”
“Almost six,” Beckham answers as he stands up to get dressed. Vinny and I follow, slipping our clothes back on silently.
“I’m exhausted.” Sage yawns, nuzzling down in the bed. A grin touches her lips as she watches us, but she doesn’t say anything else.
Once we’re fully clothed, I step toward her for the last part of the Games. “Get dressed, Little Rabbit. We aren’t done.”
She’s quick to obey, throwing the blankets off to slip from the bed. I smirk at her when she catches my eye, nodding a little to tell her I’m pleased.
When she’s fully dressed, she steps into her shoes as she brushes her fingers through her messy hair. “What now?” she asks, a twinkle in her eye.
“Tradition,” Vinny answers her, leading the way to the door so we can head for the Hallows Crypt.
“Tradition?” she questions Beckham as she falls in step next to him, and he grins but doesn’t answer. Following Vinny from the door, I step out into the first dawn of November, taking a deep breath of fresh air. We cross the five feet of patchy grass that separates the two crypts.
“We’re in the cemetery,” Sage muses quietly from behind me. She’s silent after that, and none of us respond to her as Vinny unlocks the door for the Hallows Crypt.
I can imagine Sage’s big brown eyes searching the cemetery curiously, the sunrise on the east giving her only glimpses and shadows of the area.
We step into the Hallows Crypt, the small space illuminated by the rows of candles we lit earlier in the night for the sole purpose of what we have to complete last.
“What the fuck is this place?” Sage wonders aloud, scanning the room as she runs her hands along the tops of the dressers lining the wall.
“It’s time to add your name,” I answer, pulling the knife we used to carve our initials into her back from my pocket. Becks and Vinny grin viciously as she stares at the knife in my hand, and when I extend it toward her, she jumps a little.
“Add my name?” she questions, still not taking the knife.
I turn, pointing to the wall with the sharp end to show her the list of names. Stepping toward it, I drag the blade to where the blank space sits at the end. “Carve your name into the wall, Sage.”
When I hold the knife toward her again, this time, she takes it. After a few breaths, she steps up to the wall, wrapping her delicious fingers tightly around the hilt of the blade, then she drops to her knees.
She takes her time, the noise of the steel scraping against the stone wall filling the space. As she turns to me for approval, I glance at the wall behind her. Her name is carved into the wall, her personal style so different from the names above hers.
I nod at her, smirking. When she stands, she hands the knife back to me and then turns around to explore the rest of the room and read all the boys’ names. Becks, Vinny, and I all stay silent, letting her inspect the area while she has the chance. She’ll never see it again after today.
When she reaches the portraits, she freezes in place and gasps loudly, making me step toward her in defense.
“What the fuck…” she says under her breath, almost a whisper. When she takes a protective step back, her back slams into my front.
Her head shakes, her chest rising and falling so quickly I start to panic. I grip her by the sides. “What, Sage? What is it?”
Swallowing audibly, she raises her shaking hand to point at one of the portraits of our founding fathers on the wall. “That’s my dad…”