Page 16 of Secrets Unveiled

“Listen, Sage. I sometimes like to go out there, beneath the stars, and allow my inner self to reflect back on the times when life was, you know, simpler.” If the look she gives me could kill, I’d be six feet under right about now.

“Saint, I’m serious,” she scoffs.

“I am serious! What, men can’t have a deep connection with their astrological moon phase like women?” I leave her with that, turning on my heels and heading towards my room. I hadn’t even left the kitchen when she calls after me.

“Saint.” Her voice is small and no longer sounds like she wants to kill me. I turn to face her.

“Thanks for covering for me. I owe you one.” I give her a wink in response and head to my room, closing the door behind me. I give myself a pat on the back for narrowly dodging her questions and head for the bathroom. Knowing Saxon, he’ll want to discuss what she knows, just the two of us.

SAGE

I watch his back as he disappeared into his room, or the room he calls his, since he stays here often enough. He never answered my question about why he was really out at the quarry, but I’ll find a way to get it out of him. I head to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, and it finally sinks in: I saw two men throw a body in the quarry. What the actual fuck? I saw what I saw. I just didn’t want Saint ratting on me to Saxon. I saw two shadowy figures grab hold of what looked to be an unconscious body and toss it over the ledge, right? I swear that’s what I saw. I know it was dark, but how could my mind make up something that sinister? I’m hungover, yes, but I’ve never been so hungover where I start hallucinating things. Especially something like murder.

My phone dings in my pocket, temporarily bringing me back to Earth from the panic I’m conjuring up in my head. Pulling it out of my pocket, I see Saint’s texted me.

Saint:

Could you grab me a towel and lay it in front of my bathroom door? I forgot again.

Me:

You’re hopeless. Sure.

I stay in the kitchen for a long moment, finishing my water before I head to the linen closet. Retrieving a towel, I head back to his bedroom. Opening his door, I go to the bathroom and drop the towel at the door. A faint groan has my feet stopping and turning to investigate where it’s coming from. The bathroom door is slightly open, allowing the smallest bit of light to filter into his room. Another moan hits my ears, and I turn back towards the bathroom. It’s Saint. What is he doing? I know I shouldn’t be snooping in his room, especially since he’s taking a fucking shower, but curiosity takes hold of me.

Staying light on my toes, I press my ear against the gap in the door and the frame and listen. Besides the water splashing against the tile, I hear nothing else. I shouldn’t, I really fucking shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I turn to peek through the opening, and I’m not prepared for what I see.

Saint has his hand against the tile wall, his head is lowered while his other hand is… stroking himself. Now, I know I should turn back around and leave. I’m severely invading his privacy. However, my feet don’t move. I continue watching him. His tattooed, muscular back is flexing with each stroke of his cock, the water cascading down his body, making his tanned skin glisten in the dim vanity lights. Then there’s his ass, his perfectly perky ass that should be illegal for a man to have.

I watch his forearm as his strokes become more rapid. Another groan escapes his mouth as his obliques flex harder. He’s close. The way his body is tensing with each stroke shows just how close he really is. Another groan leaves his parted lips, his head leaning back as the water pellets over his face. Faster and faster, he strokes himself, and when he turns his body just enough, I see what his fist is holding. He’s big, and I mean very, very big. I swallow, not realizing the amount of saliva that’s pooled in my own mouth. Thick veins become visible along his cock as his hand grips his thickness, stroking back and forth.

I lick my lips and wonder how soft his skin would feel inside my mouth. Just then, a deep moan filters up through his chest and out of his mouth as ropes of his arousal spray across the tiled walls. I watch as he slowly comes down from his high, his body releasing the tension each muscle was holding. I should leave. I shouldn’t have stayed.

“My Sage.” I’m frozen to the spot. Did Saint just say my name? Am I hearing things? Pulling back from the door, I straighten myself, and I quickly realize that Saint was just masturbating to the thought of me. Am I going insane? I can’t be seeing and hearing things, can I? The sound of the shower turning off has me sprinting to leave his room—like hell am I sticking around to be caught being a peeping Tom.

I make my way to his bedroom door but fall over my own feet as I kick the corner of his bed, trying to make my getaway. Toppling to the ground, I crawl as fast as I can to the door, knowing he would have heard me face-plant. I successfully make it to the door and quietly close it behind me. Once I’m in the clear, I sprint to the stairs and to my room. Breathing heavily, I rest my head against my bedroom door and curse myself for being so fucking nosy.

I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve been caught, so instead of just standing in my room, I head to my bathroom and flip on my shower. Plus, I need to cool off from the show I just witnessed that’s left me feeling needy myself. I don’t wait for the water to warm up; I strip out of my clothes, piling them in the corner and step underneath the cold water. He was thinking of me while he was touching himself. Saint, my brother’s best friend, someone I believed to only see me as a little sister, was masturbating to the thought of me. I was wrong for staying and watching, but is he wrong for thinking of me in such a way? Does he think of me as someone more than his friend’s sister? Do I think of him differently?

Sage, no, that’s impossible. There’s no freaking way that would ever work in the first place due to his friendship with my brother. Saxon would never allow that. Plus, it could have just been an accident. He said my name, right? He might have meant to say someone else’s, or maybe it’s a different Sage he knows. Fuck, I need a drink after today. I can’t stop my mind from racing in all different directions, and quite frankly, I’m giving myself a headache. I’m stepping from foot to foot in the shower, realizing I’m now shivering from the freezing water. I quickly decide to turn the water to a warmer temperature and let out a sigh as the warm water sprays against my skin. I to try to halt the sensations building between my legs at the sight of Saint. I need to reel it in and stop this before it turns into anything further. I push away anymore thoughts of Saint and start washing my hair and then my body.

When I’m sure all thoughts of the impossible have left my mind, I finish my shower. Stepping out, I wrap my towel around myself and fetch the second towel to dry my hair. It hasn’t dawned on me that I’ve already washed my hair today until now. Rolling my eyes at myself for letting Saint fluster me so, I leave my bathroom and step into my room.

“Thanks for bringing me my towel.” I about jump out of my skin when I’m met with a half-naked Saint sitting on the end of my bed, wearing nothing but his dark gray sweatpants. His hair is still wet from his shower, and the way he’s leaning forward with his forearms resting on his thighs has his back muscles on full display.

“Saint, what the hell are you doing in here? Leave, I’m naked! Can’t you see?” I clutch the towel around my chest as I curl in on myself from his gaze on me. Giving me his devious smirk, he stands and takes two long strides towards me until he’s standing right in front of me. I have to crane my neck to look up at his face. Fuck men who use their height as an advantage.

“I was just coming to say thanks. How was I supposed to know you were in the shower? Unless I was spying on you or something, right? That would be an invasion of your privacy though. I would never do such a thing.” He then glides his thumb across my jaw, making me shiver. What is he insinuating? Did he catch me spying on him? Fuck, I’ve been found out.

“Your brother’s ordering pizza, if you want any.” Dropping his hand, he turns on his heels and heads towards my door, but not before turning back around and giving me a crooked smile. “Next time you can join me, if you’d like.” Closing the door softly, he leaves me utterly speechless as the embarrassment of being caught heats my cheeks.

SAINT

Saxon is going on about something, but I’ve stopped listening as the thought of Sage catching me in the shower fills my head with so many unanswered questions. How much did she see? Was she watching on purpose, or did she accidentally catch a glimpse while bringing me my towel? What was I thinking, seeking her out in her room? What was my plan? Was I going to flat out ask her if she was spying on me? Then she comes out in a towel, and it’s like all my thoughts evaporated from my brain. Her toned legs were a sight to see as the bottom of her towel just barely covered her. All I wanted to do was follow the droplet of water that trailed down her neck and slid beneath her towel. What the fuck was I thinking?

“Saint, are you even fucking listening? This is serious, man. Tell me what she knows. Did she see anything?” Saxon’s voice draws me out of the mental fog involving his sister in a way I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about. I brush my hair back with my hands and over my face before looking up to respond.

“She said she saw two shadows toss what she thought was a body over the ledge into the water. When I asked her if she was sure, she fumbled over her words and thought maybe she was seeing things. We’re okay, man. Stop stressing.” He rolls his eyes at me, not convinced we’re in the clear.

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