Sage

With the frosty looks she keeps shooting my way, I know damn well she’s still pissed about the whole moving her things out of her apartment fiasco. That skinny prick from across the hall must have called and tipped her off. Fucking dunce.

We had a short ceremony for Gin as we lowered his ashes into the ground in front of the headstone the club had made for him. Now, our graveyard has one more occupant—one more too many.

We are all gathered in the clubhouse toasting to Gin and letting the night get away from us as the women pack up the kids to leave us brothers to mourn the loss of our own. Siberians and more Riders from Rhino fill the room as we all gather ‘round while Rock makes a speech.

“Gin was a good man, good brother, good father, and a good husband. He had our backs through all his shit days and after. Let’s keep him in our thoughts, and his family in our prayers, and drink to our fallen brother tonight.” We all raise our glasses in the air for Gin and take back the shots of the alcohol of the same name. He fucking hated gin, but the reason for calling him Gin came from the drink. A flash of blonde hair heading out the front door pulls me from the memory of my once President and his namesake. It takes me only seconds to catch up with her. “Why didn’t you go with them?” I snap when I step outside and find her alone.

“I missed my ride I guess.” She shrugs and saunters away, pissing me off further.

“Missed your ride my ass. They wouldn’t have left without you unless you told them to. The hell are you playing at, kid?” I reach out and grab her arm, hauling her away from the clubhouse and toward the back side of the garage, ready to start yelling at the girl if I have to.

“I’m not playing at anything! Let me go!” she snaps, pulling her arm away, but I’ve had just enough to drink that I propel myself closer to her, bringing us both flush with the heavy metal of the building. “Sage, what are you doing?” Her breathing speeds up as I look down on her, wondering the same fucking thing.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly, watching how her chest heaves under the thing that’s supposed to be a dress. It’s low, giving her knockout rack a display I saw half the men looking at tonight despite being at a fucking funeral for her old man. Then the length of it…fuck me. If the wind had been blowing any more than it had been today, everyone would have seen what she has underneath, and I would have had to put more people in that graveyard with Gin. “Your fucking dress is too short.”

“No, it isn’t.” Her words come out in a whisper, barely audible, but I catch them.

“It wouldn’t take much to find out what you have on under there. You even wearing panties?” I suppress a groan when she takes her bottom lip into her mouth. Then what she says next has me nearly coming in my fucking jeans like a fifteen-year-old.

“Maybe you should find out for yourself.” The girl is playing with fire, and I can see it in her eyes—in the blaze that lingers there. Anger. Hate. Lust.

I should back away, I should go back inside and drink to my fallen brother, her fucking father. But I don’t. Instead, my hands find their way to her thighs. She lets out a gasp when my calloused palms connect with her smooth as silk skin. Slow, so painfully fucking slow, I glide my way up her legs until they reach the fabric of her lacy panties. Further exploration of my hands find a thong, and my forehead falls to hers on a groan. “You should be running away from me right now.” My breath mingles with hers, and I bring my hips to her body, letting her feel how fucking hard I am for her.

“No.” Her throaty declaration has me moving. My hands separate, one staying on her ass to pull her up the wall as her legs wrap around me, and the other finds its place between her sweet thighs. Brushing along her lace covered slit, I push it aside and find her soaked for me.

“All for me,” I growl before pressing my middle finger inside. She grips me tighter, both with her hands and her sweet pussy. “Fuck, you are tight. Can you take two, baby?” I don’t wait for her answer before pulling back and slamming two fingers in. She calls out something, but I don’t place any of the scrambled words. I only quiet her by slamming my mouth down onto hers and shoving my tongue inside to claim her further. Mine. Such a bad fucking idea.

“Oh. Sage. Yes, please, I’m going to come,” she pants out as I pause for a breath. I quicken my pace, adding my thumb to the mix, pressing down hard on her neglected little bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over me. I want to taste it. Lick it off while you watch. Then I’m going to drop to my knees and do it all over again.” Her mouth opens in a silent cry as she comes all over my fucking hand in a gush, making my cock painfully hard. Fuck, I would have loved to see it up close rather than just feel it. I let her come down, giving small strokes until her spasms slow. When I release her and pull my fingers away, I wait for her face to find mine, then I do as promised and suck my two fingers into my mouth, watching as her eyes grow wide and her cheeks turn bright red. It might be dark outside, but the glow from the tall lap illuminates her just enough to see her beautiful features. “Fucking delicious,” I tell her, then drop to my knees.

“What are you doing?” she asks in a panic.

“Already told you—”

“We can’t. Grace—” she tries to tell me, but she gets cut off by Grace calling out her name. “Shit.” She pushes away from me and darts out from the side of the garage. I watch as she meets up with Grace, who’s standing by her car. She must have been out at Gin’s grave longer.

“Ready?” Brook asks her stepmother. She nods her head and gets into the passenger seat of the car while Brook climbs into the diver’s. I know damn well they need an escort, so I wait for them to pull out before getting on my bike and following them to Vin and Ellie’s. The whole ride, the taste of Brook’s sweet fucking pussy lingers on my tongue.