Chapter 19
SAGE
What the fuck are you doing, Sage?
You know that little voice in your head you’re told to listen to and always trust? Well, my little voice is currently berating me, yet I continue to ignore it. Saint tastes too good, like cinnamon toothpaste. I can’t stop devouring his mouth as his hands squeeze my waist like a man capturing his prey. He carries me to his room, kicking open the door and then kicking it shut behind him. His lips haven’t left mine, as our tongues continue exploring each other. Setting me gently on the bed, he turns around to hit the lock on his door, just in case, before looking at me with heat in his eyes.
“Take your sweatshirt off,” he demands, his voice gruff as he stalks back towards me. I do as he says, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. To his surprise, I’m bare underneath. I sit on his bed with nothing but my sleep shorts on, staring up at a man I’ve known all my life yet feels as though I’m just now seeing.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Our lips find each other again as the bed dips around me. His warm chest covers mine as he directs us further on the bed. His large hands wrap around my wrists, and he holds them above my head. Saint’s ability to kiss is indescribable. It’s rough but gentle, fast but also slow, controlling yet submissive. He pulls away from me, his mouth making its way down my neck and across my collarbone. I arch into his touch, needing more, needing so much more.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” he growls out, his mouth now reaching my breast as he covers my nipple with his soft mouth. A moan slips past my lips as he sucks and pulls at my nipple, making the pulsing between my legs grow stronger. I rub my thighs together, desperate to create more friction. I’m so focused on his mouth on my breast that when one of his hands cups my pussy, I flinch into his touch.
“Do you want me to touch here?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” I sound so pathetic, but he’s worked me into a frenzy. My body is dying for a release. Lifting his head, he watches me with a sly smile on his face as he directs his hand beneath my sleep shorts. When his fingers dip between my wet folds, he growls a deep moan that vibrates through his chest.
“Look how your body responds to me. Already so wet for me.” He sinks a finger inside me, and I can’t help but grind against his hand, needing him desperately. He watches me as I melt into his touch, my mouth parting as he inserts a second finger.
“Like that?” he asks, but I can’t speak. I nod my head, my core aching for more, needing to reach a release. Three fingers slip inside me, and I let out a moan of pleasure as he works his hand in and out of me, but when his thumb presses on my clit, I see stars.
“Fuck, Saint. Please, please,” I whine, needing to be filled, needing his warmth against me, inside me .
“Tell me what you need, Sage.”
“I need you, please.” I’m begging at this point. My body is wound so tight I feel like I’m going to erupt and not in a good way.
“As you wish.” His hand leaves my most sensitive spot, leaving me cold and shocked by the sudden absence of his touch. Sitting up on his knees, he makes quick work of his sweats and then his boxers. Freeing himself as his cock stands at attention. I can’t help but gape at his size. He must have been hurting from the strain of his boxers holding him prisoner.
He grabs my sleep shorts and rips them down my legs. Spreading my legs for him, he then grabs his cock with his hand, giving himself a few long strokes. I watch him as he works himself up like he did in the shower.
“I admit it—I was watching you in the shower,” I say to him, his eyes darkening with mischief as he leans over me, lining himself up with my entrance.
“Such a bad girl you are.” The sultriness of his voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. So smooth, yet dark at the same time. He makes it hard to breathe, my breath getting caught in my throat as my body forgets how to function.
“I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time. I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of seeing you fall apart for me.” Just then, he swipes his cock between my folds a few times, coating himself in my arousal. As if he sees how much he’s teasing me, he finally pushes himself inside. My walls stretch and adjust to his size, shooting a sharp pain through my core that quickly morphs into the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever felt. As he continues pushing himself deeper and deeper, he lets out a groan followed by curses I can’t understand. Just when I think he’s going to be too much for me, he thrusts himself in fully so he’s completely seated inside me. Our hips press together like two puzzle pieces clicking in place. A squeal leaves my lips at the overwhelming pleasure.
“You okay, baby?” His voice is breathy.
“Yes, please don’t stop.” His chuckle fills the room at my plea.
“Wasn’t going to.” He pulls out just a bit before thrusting in once again, this time a little harder. Again and again, he does this, increasing his intensity with each bruising thrust. I look up at him, his eyes still on mine as he watches me chase my orgasm that’s slowly building.
“Don’t come yet,” he demands. He grabs my throat and squeezes his fingers around my delicate skin. I almost lose it right then. I wrap my hand around his wrist, desperate to hold on to something as his thrusts get faster and harder, the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.
“Saint, I’m about to—” He cuts me off.
“Not yet. Look at me.” I do as he says, trying to hold off, but I know I won’t be able to for long. His fingers squeeze a little harder around my neck, not cutting off my airway but making it harder to inhale a proper breath. Just when I’m about to lose it, his hands squeeze even tighter, my eyes closing on their own.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me now—” He doesn’t even finish his sentence. I completely fall apart. His hand releases my throat, and I’m free-falling into a euphoric paradise that fills my entire being from my feet to my neck. Pleasure explodes in every crevice of my soul. I never want this feeling to stop; I never want to leave this world of ecstasy we’ve created. This pleasure is unlike any I’ve ever experienced with another person, almost magical in how perfectly we fit against each other. It’s powerful enough to become addictive and make you do anything to feel even just a second of this bliss.
It’s at this moment I know I’ve fucked up. I’ve given myself to the one man that’s forbidden to me, and I want to do it again and again and again. What have we done? A few thrusts more and Saint finds his release as well. A deep, gruff moan leaves his throat as he empties himself inside me. I have an IUD, so I’m not worried, but I’m sure he doesn’t know about my form of birth control. What if I didn’t have one, or the pills, would he still have come inside me?
“Fuck, Sage. Your pussy was made for me.” Collapsing on the bed beside me, he folds an arm behind his head while his other hand finds my thigh. As he rubs his long fingers up and down my sensitive skin, I turn my face towards his. His eyes are closed, and his face is neutral as he comes down from his own high. I don’t know why, but I roll towards him, wrapping my arm around his chest and lay my thigh across his waist. His arm wraps around my body, holding me close to his. We stay like this, just him and me, soaking in this moment I thought would never happen in a million years. The moment that never should have happened, but here we are. The soft touch of his fingers gliding across my back has my eyes closing and lulling me into the place between asleep and awake. I’m content, safe, and at peace in this moment, and I wonder if he feels the same.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth and ask, the sound of the front door opening has the both of us sitting straight up and staring at the bedroom door.
“Saint? You awake, man?” Fuck, it’s Saxon. I jump out of Saint’s bed, grabbing my clothes and darting to his bathroom. Saint fumbles with his boxers and sweats, pulling them over his hips.
“Yeah, I’m up. Once sec.” I scramble to get my clothes on but stay put in the bathroom. How am I going to get out of here? Saint peers at me around the door, putting his finger over his lips, telling me to be quiet.
“I’ll handle this. You stay here and don’t come out.” I nod a few times, panic enveloping my chest, where a tightness builds with anxiety.
I hear Saint make his way to his door, unlocking and pulling it open. I peer through the crack in the door and watch as Saxon walks right in, sitting on the corner of Saint’s bed as he leans over, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I’m sorry it took so long. Shit got complicated. Now tell me everything that happened. Could she see who the guys were?” I was momentarily confused by his question. Then it dawned on me, the incident with the two guys who tried to break in. Shit, how could I have forgotten?
I waited in the bathroom as Saint walked Saxon through the incident, informing him he couldn’t see who they were due to the masks they were wearing.
“Where’s Sage? Is she shaken up about the whole thing?” Oh, I was shaken up alright, but not about the almost robbers.
He didn’t answer. I caught Saint through the crack, looking at me, a look of guilt passing across his face at having to lie to his best friend. Saxon let out a long sigh.
“Fuck, man. You don’t think this has to do with the guy we tossed in the quarry, do you?” What the hell did he just say? Did he just admit he and Saint were the ones I saw that night? No, this is a joke; they wouldn’t do something like that. Would they? My blood starts running hot, anger coursing through my veins. And without thinking, I step into the room, leveling my brother and Saint with a look of pure rage.
“What the fuck did you just say?”