Page 19 of Secrets Unveiled

“I’m saying that you’re important, Saint, and I don’t want anything happening to you.” She doesn’t turn around right away, her back to me as she lowers her head slightly. A small sigh escapes her throat. I stand from my chair and step up behind her. Again, her smell of vanilla and strawberries fills my nose, and I inhale deeply. She takes a deep breath, aware of my proximity.

“You’re important, Sage, and I will never let anything happen to you,” I say on a breath, noticing the sharp inhale she takes before finally turning around to face me. We stare at one another, the color of her eyes, so similar to mine, drawing me closer to her. She doesn’t step away; instead, she raises her hands, placing them on my chest.

“Saint, I don’t know what’s changed between us, and I don’t think Saxon would be very happy.”

I brush a loose strand of her now dry hair behind her ear, resting my fingers on her jaw.

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to pretend to hate this feeling either.” Her eyes close for a long moment. A frenzy of mixed emotions swirling through her mind. I rub my thumb down her cheek a few times, and with a slight adjustment of her face, she presses into my touch.

Don’t do this, Saint. This isn’t right. This is your best friend’s sister.

My brain is screaming at me to walk away, to forget these feelings and pull back. But my heart is pulling me towards her. I’m drawn to her. Ever since watching her dance with the punk in the club, all I’ve wanted to do was tell her I’m the only one allowed to touch her from now on. I want her—body, mind, and soul. I’ve been confused about these emotions building in my chest ever since she was in high school, and I realize now what my body is trying to tell me. It wants her, all of her, and only her.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” I whisper to her, our lips so close I can feel her warmth radiating off her face. Opening her eyes, she sees how close I am.

“Saint.” Just one word, my name. A whisper on her tongue, and I can’t stop myself. I crash my lips onto hers in a frenzy of desire, and I can’t stop. My hands reach around, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up towards me. She wraps her legs around my waist as I turn to sit her on the counter. Her soft lips open to mine, and the taste of her on my tongue has me feeling out of control. An animal that’s finally been set loose. I grab her face in my hands, deepening our kiss even more as I grind my now rapidly growing cock against her. The clothes between us suddenly feel like a prison, restricting me from getting what I want. A barrier I will demolish.

She pulls at my waistband, her fingers dipping below the fabric. My abdomen tenses, my skin igniting from her touch. She pulls away from our kiss, her forehead resting on mine as we both try to catch our breath.

“This is crazy,” she says breathlessly.

“I happen to like crazy.” I step back and pull my shirt over my head in one quick motion. I don’t miss the sudden jump in her eyes as she stares at my chest, every inch covered in elaborate ink. Soft fingers touch my collarbone and slide down my skin to my abs. My body reacts to her touch, flexing every muscle she caresses. Her fingers leave a trail of embers, burning and marking me as she explores my body.

Silver eyes reach mine.

“Why now, after all these years?” she asks. I give her a small smile as my hands run up the outside of her thighs and wrap around her small waist.

“It’s always been you.” I pick her up again and carry her to my room. I’m tired of acting like this is nothing more than a brother-sister bond. We’ve been harboring our feelings from one another, and now that I know where she stands, I won’t hold back. We’ll figure this shit out with Saxon later, but for now, Sage is mine.

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.

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