Page 20 of Secrets Unveiled

“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?”

SAGE

The look of shock and guilt of being caught floods Saxon’s system. He looks from me to Saint, his brain working overtime, trying to decipher what the hell is going on. It takes him a few seconds, but when he shoots up from where he sits and turns to face me. I know I’ve just fucked up.

“Sage, what the hell are you doing in Saint’s bathroom?” His tone is laced with death—my skin prickles at the coldness of his tone. But I don’t falter.

“No, Sax. I asked you what the hell did you just say? It was the two of you at the quarry, wasn’t it?” He doesn’t move. Hell, he doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, but his eyes give him away.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Why are you in that bathroom?” I’m trying to think quickly without giving away the slightest bit of fear, when an idea hits me.

“Jesus, Sax. I was using his toothpaste. I ran out in my bathroom, and he said I could come use his. Fuck, what did you think I was doing?” Keep cool, Sage. Hold your ground and don’t lose eye contact. Diverting your eyes is the first sign of lying. We both stay like that, holding each other’s stare before the crease between Saxon’s eyebrows begins to smooth out.

“Right,” he says, turning his head to Saint to give him a weary look. “Could have warned me she was in here,” he whispers to him, obviously not wanting me to hear, but I do anyway.

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