Page 44 of Secrets Unveiled

Saxon nudges my shoulder. Looking up, he tilts his head to the side, indicating for me to come outside with him. I take one last look at Sage, who is typing away on her phone, and stand from my chair, following Saxon outside. The air is cooling off a bit, not cold, but no longer stifling from the sun.

“I need you to take care of her, Saint. I know I gave you shit earlier, but there really is no one else I trust to take care of her and make sure she’s okay. She’s safest with you.” Clapping a hand on my shoulder, he continues. “Know this though—if you hurt her in any way, I will personally remove you from this earth.” His dark black eyes pin me with that last comment. There’s no doubt that I believe every word he says. He is her brother, her only family. I respect him for caring and watching over his sister for as long as he has. Luther would be proud of him.

“You don’t have to worry about me, man. No way will I ever hurt her.” There’s a long pause between us. Our relationship finally laid out on the table. No more hiding, no more secrets. Now we can move forward. Saxon pulls me into a bro hug, clapping me on the back before pulling away.

“Take her home. She looks exhausted. Plus, I don’t want her to hear what we have planned for Mr. Ledford. I’ll text you when we have information on his whereabouts. When we find him, it’s time to go to work.” I smile, the promise of violence waking up the sleeping demon inside of me. The last person we tortured was Damien Devonte, Dante’s buddy we’d tossed in the quarry, and I’m due for another session of pain and bloodshed.

SAGE

Saxon insists I go home with Saint to get some rest. I’m reluctant to leave, especially since we are finally getting somewhere. We need to continue this momentum if we are ever going to get to the bottom of this shit show. We need a plan, a resolution. We need the “why” behind Frankie’s motivation. With all my concerns and the need to continue, it’s Finn who ultimately convinces me to get some rest.

“Witch stick, I promise you the second I find this piece of shit, Ledford, I will personally let you know.” Saxon’s not too pleased by his promise to include me in whatever the plan will be when they finally track him down, but if Finn promises something he always follows through. “You deserve to be a part of this as much as the rest of us.” He shoots me a wink before he turns his attention to Saxon. I suddenly fear for Finn’s safety as Saint and I finally leave the garage on the back of his motorcycle. Now, look, I’m not usually the girl to ride passenger on the back of a guy’s bike. However, riding on the back of Saint’s bike creates a new feeling of security with him, a new sense of freedom from a different perspective, and I admit I love it.

Pulling out of the garage parking lot, Saint takes off in the direction of the house. The warm air suddenly gets colder each time we pass below trees that provide us with shade. The sun is setting, only the last bit of sunlight shining through the trees. I shiver at the sudden temperature change, and Saint must have felt it too. He reaches his hand behind him, grabbing my thigh with his hand and gives me a reassuring squeeze. This gesture right here is the reason I’ve fallen in love with riding as his passenger. This touch, this sensation he sends throughout my body with a simple squeeze, is enough to make my insides warm. It lets me know he sees me, he feels me, and I’m safe with him.

I savor the feeling of his grip on me. His long fingers curl around my thigh, squeezing and rubbing his palm against the jeans I’m wearing. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hold his body tighter to mine, the muscles beneath my hands flexing as I glide them up and down his chest. I continue down, past his abdomen, and rest my hand over the bulge in his jeans. I rub his noticeable erection once, and then think twice about starting something that could be insanely dangerous, especially on the back of a motorcycle. But before I’m able to move my hand away, his gloved fingers grab mine, pushing my hand further against his jeans, continuing the motion of rubbing his cock against his jeans.

I can feel the vibration of his moan against my chest. The satisfaction I get knowing I’m making my man feel good is addictive. I want to be his source of pleasure, so I continue rubbing and squeezing him through his jeans. Soon, I become frustrated with the fabric between us, so I make quick work of his button and zipper, allowing my hand to slide beneath the denim and his boxers.

He’s so hard, and already, a bead of precum coats his soft skin. I’m salivating. All I want at this moment is to be on my knees for him, pleasing him until he finishes. I pump up and down his length, feeling every vein and every twitch of his cock against my hand. I’m already soaking wet, this whole ride fast becoming a tease as his engine vibrates against my sensitive entrance as he speeds up with every turn we take.

With every rev of his engine, I pump harder and faster and know he’s close when he snakes his hand back around to grab my thigh once again. This time his grip on me is brutal—I’m definitely going to bruise after this, but I gladly take the pain. I love it. Just when I think he’s about to come, he pulls his bike off to the side of the road, where there’s a hidden parking area for travelers. The second he parks his bike behind a set of trees, he swings his leg off, grabs me by the waist, lifts me off the bike, and spins me around so I’m no longer facing him but facing his bike.

“Saint, what are we—?” Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, he yanks them down my legs, exposing my ass and throbbing pussy to the now cool air. I shiver as a gust of wind hits my skin, causing goosebumps.

“I’m hungry, baby, and don’t feel like waiting until we get home.” With his hands on my hips, he lifts my ass until I’m forced to stand on my tiptoes. I place my hands on his bike seat so I don’t face-plant onto the ground. Just when I’m about to protest and ask what he’s doing, warm breath hits my entrance, and I let out a moan of pure bliss.

“So wet for me already.” His tongue darts out, licking between my folds, and I lose it. Letting my head fall back, I lift higher onto my tiptoes as his tongue laps up my arousal and continues its torturous assault that has my core heating from desire.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Saint. Right there,” I beg him as his lips and tongue work their magic, curling, flicking, and sucking their way across my swollen pussy. I’m so close, so painfully close, as he eats me like I’m his last meal. Just when I’m about to fall off the edge, he’s gone. I go to protest, but I’m quickly met with his cock fully thrusting inside my pussy.

“Fuuuck, yes,” he moans behind me, his fingers curling around my hips to hold me in just the right spot. The sound of slapping skin, our moans, screams, and the curses we both let out with each thrust would have been a sight to see if there were any bystanders. Thankfully, we’re alone, but I wouldn’t have cared if we weren’t. The pleasure shooting from my toes through my spine has me seeing stars, and the only thing I can focus on right now is chasing my release. With a few more thrusts, Saint reaches around me, rubbing his thumb against my clit, and I fall to pieces. If his hands weren’t holding me steady, and his bike wasn’t holding me up, I would be melting into the ground. Saint is right behind me. Holding my hips, he pulls me hard against his body as he reaches his own release. His head falls against my back as he shudders against me.

“Fuck, baby. I needed that,” he whispers behind me, his lips kissing my damp neck as he slides himself out of me. As much as I don’t want to leave this moment, we definitely have to get home now. If only to wash the mess that’s now collecting in my panties.

We make quick work of our clothes, adjusting ourselves and getting back on his bike to continue our way home. Taking the long curvy road up towards the house, I suddenly feel a pit of dread hit the bottom of my stomach like a dead weight. Looking in Saint’s side mirror, I see a black pickup truck coming up behind us, and fast. Saint grabs my hands that are already wrapped around his waist and pulls them tighter to his body, telling me to hang on. I look over my shoulder, seeing the truck inching its way closer and closer to our back tire.

“Saint!” I call out to him, but he’s already speeding up. My heartbeat picks up as I continue to look over my shoulder, and when the barrel of a gun peaks out from the driver’s side window, I can’t help the scream that leaves my throat. One shot, two shots. The unmistakable sound of bullets whizzing by us has me tensing every inch of my body against Saint’s. My eyes slam shut as another shot rings through the air.

“Hold on!” Saint yells to me as he takes a corner too fast and my stomach drops at the sensation, like a roller coaster reaching the top before it plummets to the earth. I open my eyes when the bike levels back out. We are so close to the house, we can make it. We just need to get beyond the gate, and we’ll be okay. Right?

I can see the road approaching, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. But then it all changes. Everything happens so fast. With a deafening thud, the truck rams the back of Saint’s bike, making us fishtail as my body is thrown like a rag doll from the back. Everything is so bright one minute, and the next, I see nothing, feel nothing, and hear nothing. I’m suspended in a moment of time, frozen as the air prickles my skin. Everything is quiet. There’s nothing—no noise, no rev of his engine, or screech of the truck tires. It’s as if I’ve been dunked underwater and the quiet muffle of the world has evaporated. It’s dark, everything is fading away, and the last thing I remember is someone screaming my name before the darkness swallows me.

SAINT

Someone is pounding on my head with a fucking sledgehammer, and I’m about to lose my self-control. Whoever it is better run now before I get a hold of them. Why are my eyes closed? The once simple movement is now proving to be difficult as I try to pry my eyelids open to see who the unlucky fucker is, and what is that beeping?

“Saint, you alright, man?” Who is talking, and why do they sound so far away? I try to open my mouth, but again, why is this so hard? My muscles ache, everything is strained, and I feel like I’m being held down as someone holds fire over my skin. What the fuck is happening?

“Fuck, dude. Look at him. He’s lucky to be alive.” Was that Brooks voice? No, it was definitely Owen’s, right?

“Have you seen Sage yet? Fuck, man. She’s lucky too.” What the fuck? Sage? What are they talking about?

“Where the hell is she?” My voice doesn’t sound like myself, raspy and constricted like someone is squeezing my vocal cords. I try to sit up, but someone’s hand is on top of me before I can rise. Cords, ropes—no, wires—something is attached to me. Finally, I manage to peel my eyelids open and familiar faces come into focus.

Owen and Brooks are standing over me while harsh lights are beaming down on my skin. My skin feels like someone’s taken a Brillo pad to my arms and back, leaving my skin raw. It feels like someone’s doused me with alcohol—the burn and constant sting is almost unbearable.

“Easy, big guy. It’s just us,” Brooks says, his hands resting on my chest to pin me down to what I’ve gathered is a bed I’m lying in.

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