Sage's Surrender

by Joy Blood

  “Best get to runnin’, Wiz. College will be coming for you any second now.” Wiz only nods and shoots a smile my way before hopping out of his chair and taking off down the hall. I catch shouting, but its cut off by Sage stepping into the room, sucking all the air from the room. “Having fun?” he asks with a raised brow.

  “I was, as a matter of fact. Until you showed up,” I huff and stand from the chair to squeeze past him, but he doesn’t let me.

  “Don’t be getting any ideas with the members.”

  My hackles rise, and I snap my face to his. “I think I can control my sexual urges. Unlike some people. Now, let me by,” I hiss and push past him to get out into the hallway. He calls my name, but I don’t stop. Hearing him insinuate I would sleep around with anyone keeps me storming right out of the clubhouse into the dark night.

  Thirty-One

  Sage

  The words fell out of my mouth, and as soon as she darted off down the hall, I felt like a fucking dick. I have no right to be jealous, but when I came to the door and saw the two of them there together, fucking laughing, I was pissed. Pissed she was sitting so close to Wiz. Pissed she was even in the same room as the fucker. But most of all, I was pissed he was making her laugh. Something I could never do. Not even if I wanted to, and, fuck, did I want to. I wanted to have her body wrapped around mine, have her trembling beneath me, but I also wanted her laughter. Own every fucking smile that graced her lips. I wanted to be the one who made her smile and kept that smile there. Always being the one who made tears fall from her bright blue eyes wasn’t the person I wanted to be to her. “Fuck,” I curse to myself as I take off after her.

  It’s dark, the small sliver of the moon giving barely any light to the clubhouse grounds. Four big overhead lights blanket the space between the shop and the main building, shining bright, but I know I won’t find her in the light. Taking a guess, I look out toward the cemetery, watching for any sign of movement.

  Nothing.

  Glancing around the area, I still find nothing—until I focus toward Rock’s house. The cabin. A light is on, making me smile. She walked to the cabin. Rock had offered it to Reek and Ari, but Ari turned it down, saying she would rather stay in the clubhouse with the girls, much to Reek’s disapproval. Now it sits empty while everyone is crammed under one big roof. It wasn’t going to be empty for much longer.

  Stalking forward, I hurry through the frosted over grass and make my way to the cabin. Shuffling around inside draws my attention and I stop before I open the door. When I catch the slight sob and clink of glass on glass, I knock. She doesn’t answer right away, so I knock again.

  “Open the door, kid,” I call out, and still get nothing. Fuck it. I turn the knob and let myself in, my stomach dropping when my eyes land on her in the kitchen.

  She has a bottle of vodka set out on the countertop and a half full glass clutched in her hands. That isn’t what bothers me. What fucking bothers me is her red-rimmed eyes and wet puffy face. I caused that. Again.

  “Leave me alone please. I’m not running away, I just can’t be in there anymore,” she says as she turns from me and takes another sip from her glass.

  “I shouldn’t have said those things. I know you wouldn’t do something like—”

  “Like what? Fuck your brothers? God, this club! I hate it!” she shouts, slamming the glass on the flat marbled surface in front of her. It manages to stay intact, but the clear liquid sloshes to the side.

  “Brook…” I take a few steps forward, but she spins on me and holds out her hand for me to stop.

  “I understand it. I really do. All of you need this club, need each other, but I don’t. I just want to go home and forget this ever happened.” Another sob falls from her lips.

  “Brook.”

  “It had to be you who came and got me. It had to be you who told me Gin died. And it had to be you who kept breaking my heart over and over again!” I don’t let her say anything else. I lunge forward and take her unwilling body in my arms and hold her tight, even as she struggles against my hold. “No Sage! No.”

  “Brook, baby, please calm down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I whisper in her ear, keeping my grip tight until she finally relaxes. Out of breath and still leaking tears from her eyes, I spin her around to face me, brushing her mussed hair from her face. I drag my thumbs across her cheeks, taking away the remaining moisture, saying a silent vow to never cause them to fall again. “I’m an asshole,” I tell her.

  She doesn’t respond or agree, only watches me with eyes filled with hurt. Hurt I caused. Throwing it all to the wind, I look down at her lips, swollen and damp, and press mine to them.

  Her body tenses and her lips don’t move as I pull back and press another kiss, then another, until she finally responds and opens her mouth. My tongue finds its way inside and mingles with hers, causing a groan to rumble from my chest. “You taste like heaven,” I declare between kisses. She moans into my mouth as I grip the back of her head to angle her better for my assault. We stay like that, kissing like it’s the last kiss on earth, until I pull back to look her over. My grip lessens on her hair and I drop my hands to my sides, just to stand back and take her in. Every inch of her.

  Her pale blonde hair is tangle, and her bright blue eyes stare at me. “If you stop, I swear to god, Sage, I will cut your balls off,” she declares, bringing her hands up to cross in front of her chest.

  I shake my head. “You sassy little shit,” I growl, then haul her up over my shoulder to cart her off to the bedroom. No fucking way am I stopping this time.

  Thirty-Two

  Brook

  I land with a bounce on the bed and quickly shuffle to my knees to look back at him. He does the same, eyes boring into mine with such heat, it makes my skin burn. His shirt goes up over his head and he tosses it to the floor without a care, then toes off his boots before his jeans hit the carpet. In his black boxer briefs, he steps toward me, gripping at my feet when he reaches the bed. My legs go out from under me, and I land once again on the bed with a bounce, then his hands are pulling off my shoes, joining his, as well as my pants and panties. My eyes meet his, the predatory gaze locks on mine and draws closer as he climbs over me, hovering just enough so our bodies aren’t touching.

  “Goddamn, I want you.” The hungry words come out in a growl and my shirt starts going up over my head. Inch by inch, as my body is exposed to him, he places hot, open-mouthed kisses on me, making my back bow off the bed.

  “Sage,” I call out, but it’s just whisper as my shirt is torn over my head. My bra hits the floor next, then his mouth is on me again, sucking an already hard nipple before moving to the other one. My hands fly out to clutch the back of his head and I find myself wishing he had some hair for me to grip on to when he easily slips from my grasp.

  “Sage, please,” I plead with him, his only response is a chuckle that sends vibrations though me the farther down he gets. His hot breath caresses between my legs, and before I can suck in another breath, his tongue swipes out and drags along my slit, sucking my nub into his mouth. I call out his name, probably loud enough for the whole clubhouse to hear, but I don’t care right now. All I care about is— “Oh god, I’m coming,” I shout as his fingers enter me in one long stoke. Trembling and falling back to earth, he keeps up the pace, stroking me through the end of the orgasm. I’m limp, worthless, and can’t even move my limbs, but when his hands stroke up my calves to my thighs, my eyes open. His boxers are gone as he kneels between my parted legs, his thick and heavy shaft bobbing over me, weeping with precum.

  He comes forward, leaning down over me, his thick muscled chest dragging along my body, the dampness of our sweat mixing together the closer he gets. “Brook,” he whispers into my mouth before plunging his tongue inside to plant a fierce kiss on my parted lips. I’m so caught up in the kiss, I almost miss him moving over me until he thick head of his length starts to press inside. I let out a surprised gasp at the contact, then he pushes forward in one long strok
e, filling me completely.

  “Argh!” My body tenses around him, my hands clutching at his back, scratching along his flesh.

  “Relax, baby. You okay?” he asks, cradling the back of my head, waiting for me to say yes before he moves. “Did I hurt you?”

  “A little. It’s been—I haven’t done this… I only had sex that one time.” His eyes close for a moment, his grip tightening around me as if he is trying to stave off the rage building inside him. When he opens them again, the storm begins to part and clear skies try their damnedest to shine through.

  “I’ll be the last,” he declares, pulling back with his hips and pressing forward again. I sigh at the feeling of him inside me and start to relax, adjusting to his length. His body begins to move over me, his hands gripping at my hips to guide me through. Soon, I’m bucking against him, loving the sensation of him inside me, above me. His hand reaches between us to find my clit and he starts stroking me with his thumb. I’m already close to coming apart at the seams, and the small connection has me bursting—clutching onto him like a lifeline as my climax builds and makes me break into a thousand pieces. His pace quickens in choppy thrusts, until he stills above me and groans, long and feral, right into my ear as he plants his face in the crook of my neck.

  We stay like that for a while before he rolls to the side, taking me with him as he goes. He slips from inside me and I feel the hot trickle follow. “Shit,” he curses, standing from the bed. He looks me over for a moment and I wait for the freak out, but it doesn’t come. There’s only a filled silence that hangs thick in the air, choking the life in the room. He shakes his head and takes off out of the door. My heart sinks as he walks away, but I hold onto that little shred of positivity that he left his clothes.

  It isn’t long before he comes back, carrying something in his hand. A washcloth. I flame red with embarrassment and reach out to rip it from his hand. “Let me,” he tries to argue, but I don’t listen. I shuffle off the bed and take care of the sticky mess painting the insides of my thighs.

  “I can handle it,” I snap, finishing up the task before tossing the cloth in the small basket inside the room. I eye the floor, looking for my clothes, and snatch up my jeans, only to have them taken from my hands. “What the hell?”

  “Watch your mouth. I still want to spank your ass for threatening to cut off my balls,” he smirks and tosses my jeans aside. Stepping forward, he reaches out and pulls me to him. “Don’t get sassy. Nothin’ changed. I just had a panic moment. I’m good,” he assures me, bringing his mouth to mine. “Are you on the pill?” he asks, making me feel so completely irresponsible.

  “No. Sorry,” I say, looking down at my feet.

  “No. Don’t be. I shouldn’t have been so fucking careless. This is on me. Okay?” I nod. “I’ll just make sure not to take you without using protection next time.”

  “Next time? You think there will be a next time?” I ask cockily, snapping my brow up in challenge.

  “Little shit,” he growls and lifts me up only to bring me back down onto the bed again. “Yeah. Next time. And the time after that, and after that, and after that…” he drifts off, and so does his mouth as he makes his way down my body. I let myself melt at his touch, the sinking fear of rejection drifting far away from my mind. “Damn right there’ll be a next time,” he declares before diving his head between my legs—again.

  Thirty-Three

  Sage

  The fucking woman has me twisted into a million knots, and they ain’t loose ones either. I’m wound tighter than a rubber band and ready to fucking snap. She doesn’t know how sexy she is as she sashays in front of me in the chow line, her hips swinging from side to side, that long blonde hair of hers swishing with every move she makes. I’m lost. Fucking hypnotized by the show her ass is putting on for me right now.

  “Sage? The fuck, brother?” A hard hit comes down onto my shoulder, jolting me out of my daydream of spreading those ass cheeks and—

  “You might want to bring your eyes up. Everyone can see what you are looking at. Probably see the small dribble of drool coming from the corner of your mouth too.” My head snaps Ringer’s way, and I level him with a scowl.

  “Fuck off.”

  “What’s going on? Don’t think I didn’t notice you two came in here together from the fucking cabin.” He words are slightly hushed, but still loud enough for prying ears.

  “Nothin’. Was just…” The fuck was I doing with her? Oh yeah, fucking her. “She’s staying in the cabin now. I was checking on her. Making sure she didn’t run off.” I shrug and try to brush past him to get my place back in line, but Brook has gone off and left me while Ringer agitates my fucking ear further.

  “That what you were doing last night when I saw you take off after her? I know damn well you didn’t come back ‘til this mornin’. The brothers aren’t going to be very happy if they find out.”

  “You think I don’t know that? Fuck. Mind your own business, Ringer,” I snap, then stomp off before he can say another word.

  I quickly grab a plate, all the while keeping my eye trained on Brook, who’s sitting with the girls now, along with Bex, who seems to not be able to take her glare off me. What a clusterfuck. I catch the instant she knows why I didn’t let her in my room. Bex’s gaze darts to me, then Brook—who I can’t take my eyes off of—then back to me, the gears slowly clicking into place. Then she’s up and out of her seat, storming out of the common room like the hounds of hell are chasing her.

  “Fuck,” I mutter to myself and follow her out, double-checking to make sure Brook doesn’t see me leave behind her.

  “Bex, wait up,” I call out as she continues her path down the hall to her room…well, the girls’ room. They don’t each have a room because they normally occupy someone’s bed each night, but on the rare occasion they don’t, they have their own room.

  “You’re screwing her. Are you kidding me, Sage? She’s half your age!” she all but yells in my face as we enter the room. Piles upon piles of clothes are stacked everywhere—the dresser, inside the closet, on the two beds that occupy the room. Each and every pile more sparkly than the last. Chicks and their bling.

  “Keep it down. Shit.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry, is no one supposed to know you are sleeping with Gin’s daughter? Oh my god, they are going to kill you,” she gasps, covering her mouth.

  “Don’t be so dramatic. They aren’t going to kill me. Probably just beat me within an inch of my life, but I’ll recover.”

  “I can’t believe this.” She shakes her head, running her hands through her hair. “You’re…what? Suddenly in love? You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m serious. Maybe not in love, but close enough,” I admit, surprising her and myself.

  “I never thought I would see the day. Jesus,” she whispers, dropping her hands to her sides.

  “Can I count on you to keep quiet until I have to time to break it to everyone? There’s too much going on right now. I can’t do it yet.”

  She nods. “Fine. But if I catch any flak from this, I’m coming after you.”

  “I got ya. And hey, make sure Jasmine knows too. I don’t need her coming to my room and pissing Brook off.”

  “Yeah, will do.” Bex shakes her head and goes about tidying up the room as if it would help. There are just too many clothes.

  “You girls could open up a damn store with all this shit.” This gets a snort from her.

  “You bought half the stuff.”

  “This is what you spent all the money on? Clothes? Shit, I gave you girls money for doing my laundry thinking I was doing you a favor. I thought maybe you were saving up for a place of your own or something, not buying out the town of its sequins.”

  “Please, like you didn’t enjoy it every time we get a new outfit. Who do you think we got them for? Who is going to aid in our shopping habit now?”

  “Try College. He likes to spend his money on flashy shit.” I laugh, thinking of the stupid yellow cage he drives.


  “Not a chance. He’s a penny pincher.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Whatever you choose to do, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

  She gives a smile and steps closer to me, abandoning the clothes. “I’ll miss climbing into your bed,” she tells me as she wraps her arms around my neck, raking her nails over the buzzed hair on the back of my head, like she’s done many times before. “And…other things.” She bites her lip suggestively and flicks her gaze down to my cock where I do a great job at keeping the fucker under control. “You know we never got a goodbye fuck. That seems a little unfair to me,” she pouts, and I shoot her a smirk.

  “You poor thing,” I mock.

  “What about you? I’m guessing your new girl isn’t going to want to share you with anyone. How are you going to be able to cope with that? With not being able to have two women at once?”

  “I think I’ll manage. She’s enough for me, Bex. Goin’ to have to live with it.” I reach up to remove her hands from around my neck. “See you ‘round, babe.” I wink before turning from her to leave the room. A flash of blonde hair catches my sight as I pull open the door, but when I step out into the hall, it’s empty.

  Shit.

  Thirty-Four

  Brook

  My feet feel heavy as I dash across the clubhouse in a rush to get outside. Hearing Sage talking to Bex was nearly enough to break me. Even though he was telling her they were done, I found myself out of breath. Now standing outside, tears running down my face, I bring my hands to my chest to try to calm myself.

  “I told her I was done. I’m sorry you had to hear any of that.” His voice comes from behind me. I knew he was there. Felt him following me outside.

  “It’s not that,” I sniff. “I’ve seen you with countless women, I can easily get over that. It’s just—” I let out a long, drawn out breath, “your whole sharing thing. How the hell am I supposed to—?”