Sage's Surrender

by Joy Blood

  “No. Don’t even go there. I don’t need that shit. I never did. It was something I enjoyed doing, yeah. But not something I need. Especially not when I have you. Besides, the thought of sharing you with anyone makes me want to rip someone’s head off.”

  “Caveman.” I try at a laugh.

  “I am. And you are my cavewoman. Now, come here.” Reaching out, he grabs me with one thick arm and pulls me to him, quickly directing me toward the back of the clubhouse. “I have been with lots of women but none—I mean none—have driven me as mad as you do.” His crass words should annoy me, but they only heat me from within. “Give me those damn lips,” he growls into my mouth and pushes me up against the rough wall of the clubhouse. His hands snake around my waist and dip into the back of my jeans, squeezing the globes of my ass while pressing forward with his jean-clad cock, right at my belly. I let out a moan as one hand drifts from my back to my front, flicking the button of my jeans before delving under my panties.

  “What if someone sees us?” I pant, not even looking for an answer as he makes contact with my slick center.

  “All eating…still,” he says between kisses, then plunges two fingers inside me and swallows my cry as he rubs circles over my clit with the palm of his hand. “Give it to me. Come on my fingers,” he demands, grinding his length against me as best as he can with his arm in the way. “Fuck.”

  “Oh god, I’m comi—” I don’t even finish as his mouth clamps down onto mine, sucking the words right from me with every thrust of his tongue.

  He lets me down slowly, easing off until he pulls his hand from my jeans and brings his fingers to his mouth. “I’m going to have to get a mouth full of your pussy soon or I might die,” he tells me, sucking my orgasm from his fingers. “So damn good.” He smacks his lips and lets a smile spread across his face. “Let’s get inside before someone notices we’re gone.” He pulls away from me, leading the way back inside, but I don’t follow.

  “No one is supposed to know about us,” I say, and he freezes before slowly turning back around.

  “Sorry, kid. How it’s got to be for a while longer. Shit with the club going down like this isn’t the time for us to happen. We’ll just keep it quiet for now. You good with that?”

  Do I really have a choice? I only nod and give a small smile and start walking—past him this time. “You probably should hang back. You know, so no one sees us together.” I smirk at him and saunter off toward the door hearing him promise an ass spankin’ when we get back to the room.

  The day is long. Longer than the ones already spent here. I’m waiting for Grace and Tanya to go to sleep so I can sneak outside to the cabin. She never asked me where I was this morning, so I never gave an explanation. I’ll just have to make sure I wake up early so I don’t start causing suspicion.

  In the meantime, I wash my clothes, paint my nails, play with makeup, and fix my hair. Oh, and change my outfit about fifty times before deciding on one. A simple oversized gray cotton tee shirt and a pair of jeans. “Got plans tonight?” Grace asks from her spot on the bed. She only moves from there when it’s time to eat and when she goes outside to talk to Gin. Once in the morning and once at night. She has already been out there tonight and is now settling in for bed.

  “Um, not really. One of the girls mentioned hanging out tonight and having a Gray’s marathon.” I lie right through my teeth and she buys every word of it.

  “Momma, can I stay in Dawn’s room tonight and have a sleepover?” Tanya asks coming up to her mom in the bed. Seeing both of them like this breaks my heart in two. Gin and Grace had only been together six years before he was ripped from her. Leaving behind this little girl who had grown to think of Gin as her dad. Now she has to watch her mother suffer through the loss of her husband and go through the loss of her step dad.

  “Of course, Tay, come here. Give me a hug before you go.” Instantly, the girl wraps her arms around Grace and clutches tight, making my heart squeeze in my chest. I never had a relationship with either of my parents—not like this anyway. My mom never wanted anything to do with me or my brother unless it meant she could hold it over Gin. And Gin…well, he just wasn’t there, and when he was, I never gave him an inch.

  “Come on. I’ll take you to her room. Night, Grace.” I give her a smile and walk out the door, Tanya in tow.

  “Is Mom going to be all right?”

  “She will. She just needs a little more time,” I promise the little girl, hoping I’m right.

  Thirty-Five

  Sage

  Cracking my eyes open to the early morning light, I breathe the scent of coffee floating into the room. I should have known she would be awake already. We’ve been sneaking out here to the cabin after the club settles down for the night for almost three weeks now. It might be risky, but each and every time I sink inside her, I find myself believing it’s worth the risk. And each day I step out of this room to her smiling face…yeah, I’d take the beating of a lifetime to get that smile of hers to greet me for the rest of my days, and if Gin were alive I no doubt would.

  Climbing out of the bed, I pull on my discarded clothes and wait for the guilt to seep in, but it doesn’t. Not even an inch. Being with her feels right. Like its where I should be, right beside her. When I walk out of the room and see her dancing around the kitchen, it only solidifies that. She has on barely-there jean shorts with that damn t-shirt that makes it look like she ain’t wearing shit underneath. I snapped at her last night for wearing such a thing in the cold, but she only smirked and took off running toward the cabin, threatening to beat me there. “Good morning,” I say as I wrap my arms around her from behind.

  “Oh my god, you scared me!” she yells, but it turns to a whisper at the end when my hands drift to her shorts and makes its way inside.

  “Already wet for me?” I groan in her ear as I stroke along her soft pussy lips, my dick hardening instantly at the promise of getting back inside her. “Are you sore?” I don’t delve inside just because I know she must be with as many times as I took her last night.

  “A little,” she rasps as I bring the tip of my finger to her clit. “Ah,” she lets out a gasp, followed by another one when someone knocks on the door.

  “Shit.” Without hurting her, I yank my hand from her jeans and start toward the door, looking back at her before opening it, ready to face whoever is on the other side. Pulling the door open, I want to pummel the prick. “The fuck do you want?” I snap at Ringer, who has a shit-eating grin on his face. He looks me over, then glances past me to where Brook is in the kitchen.

  “Rock wants us all at the clubhouse. Found ourselves a rat to skin,” he tells me with a devilish smirk on his thickly bearded face. “Figured you would rather have me come get you than someone else.” He flicks his eyes back to Brook, and I want to punch the fucker, but I know he’s right. Why he’s keeping his mouth shut is beyond me, but I’m not about to ask.

  “I’ll be there in five.” I slam the door shut on his face. Going back to Brook, I grab the small breakfast sandwich she’s holding out to me and bend down to kiss her. “Damn, you are going to make one hell of an old lady.” I smirk at her wide eyes and grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger before finding my cut and dashing out the door.

  Thirty-Six

  Brook

  As much as I would like to spend the day at the cabin, I decide to make an appearance at the clubhouse as to not raise suspicion. Much to my comfort, no one asks where I’ve been. They’re all too busy talking about what the guys are up to to even care about what I’ve been doing—or who. I hear only bits and pieces about one of the guys catching someone they think was involved in Gin and my brother’s shooting as well as the fire. I only half listen, but when Sage’s name falls from Buggs’ mouth, my ears perk up. “He’s their go-to information extractor. He got that woman to talk last time, they’ll find something. Hopefully this will all be over soon. Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys, but five weeks under the same roof is a little cramped,” she sa
ys with a smile and they all start laughing and gossiping again. I drown them out and stand from my chair to leave the room.

  Outside, I take in a deep breath of the cool, almost fall air and starting walking. I have since changed out of the ridiculous shorts Sage threatened to burn last night if I ever wore them in public into jeans and tank top with a thick sweatshirt to keep me warm. I stop and look at the bikes, my eyes landing on one in particular: Sage’s. Is he back? I glance around the property and see nothing. Then I check inside the shop. Nothing. I get a sinking feeling in my gut that he might be with Bex or the other girl, but I push it away. Taking a few more steps away from the garage, I start walking to another building. As a kid, I remember Gin telling me I wasn’t allowed in it or even near it. He went so far as to tell me about a boogie man who lived in there, and he would haunt me forever if I happened to peek inside and see him. Shaking my head at the memory, I push my feet forward and stop dead in my tracks when I hear something resembling a scream. It’s so quiet, I’m not sure if it was just my imagination, but then it happens again. Against my better judgement, I keep walking until I’m at the shed. The closer I get, the more I can make out the screams. Circling around the building, I find a small hole. I have to crouch down to see through it, but when I do, I have to place a hand over my mouth to hold back the shocked gasp that tries to escape me.

  Inside are most of the Riders. Jake, Ringer, Rico, and Rock. They’re all standing around watching a man tied to a chair, blood dripping from his face. I shift a little to get a better look and finally see Sage. I still can’t make out the words or what the bloodied man is saying, all can make out are the screams coming from his throat. I watch wide-eyed as Sage drags a knife along the man’s thigh, splitting open his flesh. He says something to the man, who only shakes his head and pleads for his life. This has Sage doing the same, then pouring something over the wound. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, comes to my ears as Sage produces a book of matches. In one fluid motion, he lights a match and brings it to the cut he just made with his knife. Instantly, the wound flares and fire burns along the man’s flesh, making him cry out in agony. That’s all I can take. Fall back from my knees, I land in the grass and sit there stunned at what I saw and realize Gin was right: the boogie man does live in that shed. He just didn’t tell me that the boogie man was them.

  Thirty-Seven

  Sage

  Stripping off my bloodied, gun powder smelling clothes, I drop them to the floor and start up the shower, trying to push back my annoyance at not getting anything out of the asshole. He knew something about Gin’s death, and I had him just about to spill his guts until the fucker’s heart gave out. The damnedest thing. His ticker couldn’t hold up through his torture. I’ve never had that happen before—someone dying on me ‘cause their own body let go before I got the chance to end it.

  Shaking my head, I step into the spray and start scrubbing away the grime. The door to my bathroom opens, drawing my attention. I hold my breath, hoping it isn’t one of the girls. I scrub the water from my face and look out through the frosted glass to make out a figure on the other side. “I saw it,” she tells me, making me smile. I know who the voice belongs to. But then her words register, and my heart stops beating.

  “Brook, baby, go wait on the bed. We’ll talk about this when I’m done.” I try to keep my voice firm, and to my surprise, she listens and leaves the bathroom. I almost don’t expect to see her sitting on my bed when I step out, but there she is. Tight ass jeans wrapped around those thighs I enjoyed spending such a long time between last night with my mouth. “Well?” she asks, raising her brows at me expectantly.

  “You saw what I did?” She nods, giving nothing away. “Didn’t your old man ever tell you to stay away from that shed?” She nods again. “Don’t listen much, do you?”

  “Who was it?”

  “Some prick who had something to do with Gin’s death, your brother getting shot, and the store burning down.”

  “Is he dead?” I pause before answering her, unsure of how much she saw. “If it has something to do with Gin, I want to know,” she demands, adamant on learning the truth. The truth about who I am. Who I can become.

  “Yeah, baby. He’s dead,” I tell her.

  Without even batting an eye, she says, “Good.”

  “Good,” I echo.

  “If he was responsible for all of those things, I’m glad you killed him.” Deciding not to correct her and tell her how the prick really died, I take a few steps closer to her.

  “You are your father’s daughter, aren’t you?” I drop down onto my knees and spread her thighs just enough to give me room to lean forward. “I’m going to find who did this and kill them,” I vow, right there, at the foot of my bed wearing only a towel and some stray drops of water that haven’t yet evaporated.

  “Good.” The word comes out breathy, forced. As if she had to make herself to speak.

  “Anything else you want from me, kid?” My hands find her knees, and I swear to myself I’m not going to fuck her. Not in here where everyone will be able to hear, but the words that come out of her mouth next make me lose any grasp I have on my sanity.

  “I want you to spank me.”

  “Fucking hell.” My groan starts deep in my chest as I push off the floor and stand to my feet. She wants to play? Even after what she saw me do just hours ago? “Take off your clothes. Get on the floor,” I order, keeping my voice hard and demanding. She quickly does as instructed, not hesitating once. “Lean over the bed and spread your legs.” She moves quick, getting into position. Her soft backside calls to me, the creamy skin begging to have a red hue draped across it. I leave her there and go over to the closet, then reach up to the highest shelf to pull down the box.

  I’m not into hardcore BDSM, but I do like using a belt or the occasional crop on a woman’s ass. It’s something I haven’t done in some time. Not until this little shit came sauntering into my bed. The first time I spanked Brook, it was simply me punishing her for sucking a prospect’s cock in the tech room. Now, it’s more than that. I think she needs it—craves it nearly as much as I do. “Number?” I ask as I walk back over to where she is still perched, doing exactly as told.

  “Ten,” she rasps, her throat dry with anticipation.

  “Let’s make it fifteen,” I say, then land a hard whack down onto the back of the legs with the brown leather crop.

  “One!” she shouts, not needing any guidance.

  “Good girl,” I praise, then land another strike, making an X along her smooth flesh, the long thin red line pebbling up. She shouts the number each time I land a blow, making a crisscross pattern along her backside.

  “What was that?” she asks, breathless.

  “Crop.” I let it drop down onto the bed in front of her so she can look it over.

  “Has some bite to it. I think I like the belt better, though.”

  “I’m more fond of my hand,” I say running it along the markings. She lets out a sharp hiss that turns into a gasp when my fingers glide along her seam. She shifts, trying to look over her shoulder at me to see if she can find out what I’m going to do next. Without warning, I run my tongue from her clit all the way up to her puckered ring. Instantly, she jolts ahead when I hit the spot. I do it once more, then stop when I get to her asshole, lingering just a bit longer to push her out of her comfort zone. I press with my tongue only slightly, then delve back down to pay more attention to her neglected clit. Burying my face into her pussy, I hear the muffled sounds of her moaning into the mattress. I bring up my thumb and dip it into her soaked pussy to gather moisture, then drag it up to apply pressure to her other hole. “Oh god! Sage!” she cries as I sink just the tip of my thumb in. Her body coils and releases a powerful orgasm, but I know I can do better. I don’t give her a chance to move or come down from the orgasm before plunging into her waiting heat with a firm thrust. She pushes her face farther into the bed and grips at the comforter, bringing it to her mouth, probably to scream into, but I don’
t let up. I keep thrusting my hips. Harder and faster. It takes only minutes before she is clamping down on me with another orgasm. I hold off as best as I can, but it becomes too much, so I pull out and stroke my shaft over the globes of her ass to mark her with my cum, collapsing almost on top of her back when I can no longer stand.

  “Shit, you might kill me,” I pant out, running my hand along her body. I can’t stop touching her.

  “You might need to pace yourself. You’re an old man, you know,” she laughs out, earning herself another swat on her still red ass.

  “Ouch!”

  Little shit.

  Thirty-Eight

  Brook

  I wake with an ache to my body that makes me smile. It was risky to sleep in Sage’s room last night, but I didn’t care when my eyes were fluttering shut. Now, though, in the light of a new day, I inwardly scold myself for being so stupid. We should have gone to the cabin. It’s a little more isolated, private. No one could walk by and hear me calling out Sage’s name. I crawl out of bed, careful not to wake Sage, and pull on my clothes from the floor. I don’t know how the man can sleep the way he does, completely unaware of his surroundings, but sneaking out of his bed is the easiest thing to do. I cringe when the door lets out a groan and I step out into the hallway. Looking both ways, I let out the breath I was holding and close the door behind me. Quickly, I start down the hallway, deciding not to go right to Grace’s room in case she’s still asleep. Instead, I go to the common room where I can already smell coffee brewing. Peeking inside. I don’t see anyone and start toward the cups and the machine. Pouring myself a steaming cup, I walk through the clubhouse until I’m outside.

  I take in the rising sun and the cold crisp breeze as it hits my face. Wrapping my hands around the hot mug, I snuggle into my sweatshirt and let myself smile. So caught up in my new found happiness, I barely register the pinch my neck, mistaking it for a bug bite. My hand flies to the spot and connects with something hard that quickly pulls away. Before I can let out a scream, I’m captured around my waist and a hand covered in a leather glove slaps over my mouth. My world starts to spin around me and the beautiful sunrise fades as I’m lifted and taken from the one place I’ve been wanting to leave since I got here. Only now, I want to stay.