Chef (Devil’s Rose MC: The Keep #2)

Almost a Year Ago

Chef

Fuck, I’m not sure I can do this. Shaking my hands out I stalk across my room then back again.

I’m four years older than Sage but I’m old enough to know that I should never have fallen for her.

Or let her fall for me. We were doomed from the start and I fucking knew this and do you think I could stop myself? Shit.

Taking a deep breath I sit on the edge of my bed.

The bed that I’ve held Sage in so many times.

The bed where I’ve brought pleasure to Sage, but never gone the whole way.

Now I know why I held back from taking her, making her mine.

It’s because she was never meant to be. She is all the things that a good man deserves, but I’m not that man.

I’m fucking trailer trash from the wrong side of town.

I have trash parents and trash siblings.

I used the military as my escape and all I did was kill.

My hands and soul are tainted and Sage is so fucking pure.

She hates seeing people hurting and yet she's training to be a nurse to care for them. She’s all the things I’m not and tonight I’m going to let her go.

A soft knock breaks me out of my thoughts and I know now is the time.

Opening the door my breath is stolen by how beautiful she looks tonight.

Her long, dark hair falls in waves down her shoulders, her lush lips shine in the low light and her eyes are hooded as she peeks at me through her lashes.

Her hands run up my chest, around the back of my neck and she pulls me into a kiss.

I want to fight it, I really do, but I have to taste her.

One last time, so I can hold the memory for a lifetime.

I pull her soft body into my arms, loving the way she melts into me.

I kick the door closed behind her and she giggles a little, but not enough to pull her lips from mine.

We stay connected, tasting as our tongues duel, as I walk us backward toward the bed like I have countless times before.

My knees hit the edge and I sit, taking Sage with me until she’s standing between my splayed thighs, a grin on her face as she looks down at me.

“You are so handsome,” she whispers, running a finger down my stubble.

I grab her hand in mine, pressing her soft palm against my lips. She smells faintly of hand sanitizer and a scent that is all Sage. Fresh, like she’s been in a field of wildflowers. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if she had been. She’s wild and pure, my Sage.

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, a blush rising on her cheeks as she reaches for the hem of her dress.

It’s one of my favourites, fitting her curves oh so right.

She pulls it up slowly, revealing smooth skin, so pale against my dark hands that trace her hips, her waist. I should stop.

Stop Sage. Stop my hands. But she steals my fucking breath as she throws her dress onto the floor behind me and stands there, creamy smooth skin on display.

My fucking hands cup her hips, her waist, her plump tits without my permission, traitorous as they pluck at her pale pink nipples until the hard buds are begging for my mouth.

“Takoda, I need you, I want you, please. Don’t make me wait any longer. Please.” She ends her plea with a whisper and I know that I’m incapable of stopping.

Standing I spin her, laying her gently on my bed. She grins up at me as her legs splay wide and my cock jumps in my jeans as her pussy spreads, pink and glistening.

“Fuck, Sage,” I groan as I tear my clothes from my body, pumping my cock in my tight fist as soon as he’s freed.

I don’t know if I’ll even be able to last, not with Sage writhing on the bed, touching herself like I taught her, to bring herself to orgasm as I pumped my cock to the sight of her.

That’s all we’ve had in our relationship, mutual masturbation was as far as I’d go with her, but tonight I need her as much as she needs me.

Sucking my fingers I slide them from her clit to her tight little hole, pressing in gently to test that she’s ready for this, for me.

“Oh, Takoda, please, please.” She bucks on the bed, her hips meeting every pump of my fingers until I can feel her pussy tighten. If she's going to come she’s going to come on my cock.

I roughly rip open the bedside drawer, take out a condom, rip it open with my teeth and slide it down my hard, weeping cock.

Positioning myself at her center I take a deep breath before pushing in deep, in one slow, steady thrust, breaking through the thin piece of skin that she saved.

And that’s when I freeze. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her.

“Babe? Takoda , you can move.” She smiles up at me before pressing a kiss to the underside of my jaw.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I don’t deserve her, or what she’s given me. I can barely look at her. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut I slide out slowly before bucking back in, trying to not to think about her gentle moans. Her loving touches. The way she whispers my name.

“You feel so good,” she moans, her hands on my face, gently turning me to look at her but I can’t. I won’t.

I keep my eyes shut as I move in and out, in and out, my hips pushing us both higher and higher until Sage softly calls out my name into the room.

I grunt my release into the condom before gripping my cock and pulling out completely, running to the bathroom to catch my breath.

What have I done? What the fuck have I done?

Sage didn’t deserve any of that. She deserved to be cherished.

Worshipped. Made love to by someone who earned her love.

That man isn't me. Shaking my head I flick on the hot tap, letting it warm while I take care of the condom. The condom that has blood on it from where I took Sage’s virginity.

“Fuck,” I curse, rolling my head back onto my shoulders.

“Takoda?” Sage’s voice sounds nervous, afraid almost.

Sniffing, I clear my throat. “Be out soon.”

Wetting a cloth I squeeze it out and walk back into the room with purpose. I’m going to clean up Sage and then we’ll talk. But my steps falter when I see her, sitting on the bed, knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around her. Her eyes are full of tears but she’s not letting any of them drop.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks in a small voice and I want to rip my own heart out.

“No.” I swallow down the thickness in my throat. “No, baby, you did everything right. I did something wrong. I -, I didn’t deserve that, Sage. I don’t deserve you. I’m fucking trash, babe. I’ve always been trash and I’ll always be trash. You deserve-”

“Don’t you say it! Don’t you dare say it after what we just shared,” she says, voice shaking. I’m not sure if it’s hurt or anger.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” I say, avoiding eye contact. One look at those eyes and I’m a goner. “You need more in your life. You’re young and so fucking innocent Sage. You need to go out there and see the world and live life and not be tethered to someone like me.”

“I chose you! I thought you chose me too! I love you, and you love me, I know you do!" She's wild now, arms gesticulating, hair flying as anger burns in her eyes.

“I don’t think I know how to love anyone, not the least you, Sage. You deserve more, so that’s why I’m leaving.”

“What?” She freezes at that, eyes wide but I avoid the hell outta them.

“I’m leaving. It’s been decided. I’ve asked to be transferred to The Keep. I want only the best for you, and that can only happen if I’m not here, dragging you down.”

She slowly rises from the bed, the inside of her thigh smeared with blood has me flinching as she snatches her dress up off the floor, pulling it over her head and roughly shoving it down over those curves that felt so fucking good against me.

“Is that why you asked me here tonight? To tell me all this? To tell me you’re leaving?”

I can’t look at her, I can’t even speak so I just nod, ashamed at how the night has twisted and turned.

“You know what? You’re right, I do deserve better.” She walks toward the door, opening it and I expect her to slam it, but instead she turns, raising her eyes to mine, the hurt emanating in them hits me like a punch to the gut. “I hope the Keep is everything you hope it is.”

My knees buckle as the door softly closes behind her and the heart I didn’t think I had breaks.