Sacrifice by Caitlyn Dare
Sadie
Iwake plastered to a wall of heat. My nose brushes a solid inked arm, and my lips curve as I blink and realize that Rhett is curled around me like a spider monkey. God, he feels so good, wrapped around me, protecting me.
I burrow closer, letting out a contented sigh when I hear something.
“No, no,”someone murmurs, and I stiffen. Muffled cries fill the apartment and I gently shake Rhett’s arm.
“Rhett,” I whisper-hiss. “Rhett, wake up.”
He mumbles something, rolling away from me and turning over. So much for being my big, bad protector.
“No, please…”
Dane’s panicked voice filters into the bedroom, and I realize that he’s dreaming. He must be.
Gingerly climbing out of bed, I tiptoe across the carpet and slip out of the room. Moonlight bathes the apartment in a silvery hue, illuminating Dane’s profile on the couch. He’s asleep, curled up on his side like a child, but his brows are furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“Don’t,” he jerks, his features freezing with fear, “please don’t.”
Hurrying to his side, I crouch down and brush the hair out of his eyes. “Dane, it’s just a dream. You’re dreaming.”
“No, no!”
My heart lurches into my throat as he thrashes on the couch, fighting some invisible monster. “Dane, wake up. It’s just a dream… you’re—”
He bolts upright, his eyes fixing right on mine. “S-Sadie?” His eyes blink furiously as he inhales a ragged breath.
“It’s me.” I smile. “You were having a dream.”
“Nightmare,” he breathes. “It was a nightmare.” He runs a hand through his hair and drops back against the cushions, expelling a steady breath.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be,” he replies tightly, shuffling back and patting the space beside him. I lay down next to him, our bodies flush and faces pressed together.
“Does that… happen often?”
“Sometimes.”
He shrugs, and I ask, “Want to talk about it?”
“No point. I can barely remember anything.”
My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“I think… I think they’re memories…” His eyes slide to mine again, still alight with fear. “From before.”
“Before you came to the club?”
He nods. “It’s weird. I can sense things… a feeling or a smell, but I can’t see things.”
“Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”
“Grandma Irene used to try to talk to me about it, but I’d clam up and start shaking.”
My stomach drops. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here, Dane.”
“I know.” He nudges his nose against mine, smiling. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad I was here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I fight my own smile.
“How are you feeling, really?”
“I’m okay.”
“You really scared us last night, Sadie, girl.” Dane’s eyes darken and my tummy clenches.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“I get it. Rhett is… well, he can be difficult, and it can’t be easy being the club princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips and I swat his chest.
“Asshole.”
“Yeah, but you love it.” His mouth hovers dangerously close to mine. “Gets you all hot and bothered.” His hand slides over my hip, digging into my skin enough to make it hurt in the best possible way.
“Dane,” I gasp, and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. Hooking my leg over his, his hand glides over my ass, toying with the edge of my panties.
“Need to feel you, Sadie, babe,” he growls against my mouth, nipping my lips with his teeth.
“God,” I smother a moan as his fingers shove into the damp material and find my pussy, slick and ready.
“This is ours,” he grits out, spearing two fingers inside me.
Not his.
Not Rhett’s.
Theirs.
“Dane, it’s… ahhh…”
“Shh.” He chuckles. “We wouldn’t want to wake Rhett up. Something tells me he’d get pissed if he knew I had my fingers inside you while you’re supposed to be resting.”
He’s right. I should be resting, but this is exactly the kind of distraction I need.
Dane presses deeper, hitting some magical spot inside me, and I bury my face into the crook of his shoulder, crying out.
“So fucking wet,” he drawls, pumping into me faster.
My legs begin to quake, and I practically buck off the couch when his thumb joins the party, rolling lazy circles over my clit.
“You gonna come for me, Sadie, girl?” He winds his hand into the back of my hair and yanks my head up to look me in the eyes. “Come all over my fingers like a good girl.”
“God, Dane,” I choke out, his dirty words my undoing.
“Fuck my hand, babe. Show me how much you want it.” He stills his fingers, making me work for it. My hips roll of their own volition, grinding against his hand. Dane watches me, his hungry gaze an aphrodisiac as I hurtle toward the edge.
“One day,” he says huskily, “we’re gonna have you pinned between us. Rhett fucking your sweet little pussy while I slide into your tight ass.”
My eyes flare as I gush all over his hand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sadie, girl?” Dane smirks. “Feeling both of us inside your body, worshipping you. Maybe we’ll even let Pretty Boy into the mix. If you think you can handle the three of us.”
I come hard, soaring into sweet oblivion.
“So fucking dirty,” Dane kisses the corner of our mouth. “And all ours. We’re lucky bastards, babe. You know that, right?” He brings his hand to his lips and licks his fingers clean. “Hmm, as sweet as cherries.”
My cheeks burn as my heart settles. “That was…”
“Just the beginning.” He pecks the end of my nose. “It’s still early. We should try to get some sleep. Something tells me today will be a shit show.” Something passes over his face, and I know he’s referring to them telling my dad about what happened.
I get off the couch and hold my hand out. Dane frowns, and I chuckle. “Come to bed, Dane.”
“I’m not sure—”
“I want you there. Rhett can suck it up.”
I need both of them beside me, warding off the nightmares of what happened.
His brow arches but he complies, taking my hand and following me into the bedroom. I slide in first, burrowing myself into Rhett’s side. He’s still out cold, on his back with one arm thrown under his head, the other resting on his abdomen. Dane joins us, pressing up against me and curling one arm over my waist. His lips brush my shoulder, and a small sigh escapes me.
I could get used to this.
But I know things aren’t that simple…
So I’m going to enjoy every second of it while I can.
* * *
The next time I wake, sunlight is pouring in through the curtains. I stretch my head from side to side, instantly aware of the two strong, hot bodies caging me in on either side.
“Morning, Sadie, girl,” Dane murmurs from beside me.
“Hey.” I glance over my shoulder and give him a smile. When I turn back, two icy blue eyes are staring at me. “You’re awake.”
Rhett’s jaw tics as his eyes go over my shoulder. “Do I even want to know?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep… and something else.
“I… uh…”
“What can I say, brother?” Dane chimes. “I didn’t want to miss all the fun.”
Rhett lets out a steady breath, his eyes narrowing.
“Is this okay?” I ask, pressing my lips together.
“Doesn’t look like I have much choice.” His eyes run over my face. “You’re okay?”
“I’m good, thanks to you. How did you know where to find me anyway?
Rhett’s brows draw together as he watches me.
“Rhett?”
“Lucky for you, Pretty Boy has a good fucking memory. We ran the plates from the van.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did.” His eyes narrow. “I haven’t.” The dark edge to his voice makes my heart flutter.
“Bro, it’s early. Save the lecture for after breakfast, yeah?” Dane chuckles, nuzzling my neck.
“I need to take a piss,” Rhett growls, throwing back the covers.
“No, stay,” Dane says. “We’re cuddling.”
“Yeah,” I add, smothering the laughter in my chest. “Stay and cuddle. Please.” I pout at him.
Rhett shakes his head, pinning me with a hard look. “Sorry to burst your bubble, princess, but I don’t cuddle.”
“Liar,” I call after his retreating form. He’d held me last night. That’s what I’d call cuddling in my book.
“He’s such a morning person,” Dane mumbles behind me. I turn in his arms and grin up at him, remembering what we did on the couch in the middle of the night. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.” He pecks the end of my nose. “This is nice…”
“It is.”
“Maybe we should make it more of a permanent thing.”
“Maybe we should. I don’t think Rhett wants to be in our cuddle club, though.”
“He might if we turn it into the cuddle fuck club.” Without warning, Dane rolls me under him and pins me to the mattress. “Yeah,” he says, grinding his hips into me. “I think Rhett would definitely get on board with that club.”
“You’re so bad.” I roll my eyes, enjoying the feel of his weight on me.
“Damn right, I am.” He kisses me. Once. Twice.
Rhett clears his throat and we both glance over at him leaning against the doorjamb, watching us. “Are you two done? I’m fucking starving.”
“We could always have a pussy buffet?” Dane suggests, and I pinch his arm.
“Hey.”
“What?” A lazy smile forms on his lips. “He said he’s hungry.”
“For food, asshole.”
“Are you saying my pussy isn’t good enough?” I tease, because it’s Rhett, and he’s too easy to rile up.
He just stares at us from the door with a scowl on his face. “You ran out on us, got lifted by the fucking Reapers, and almost…” His fist clenches so tightly the blood drains from his knuckles. “And you’re both acting like… fuck this.” He spins on his heels and leaves us.
Dane rolls off me, letting out a weary sigh.
“I guess we were being stupid,” I say, suddenly feeling a little out of my depth.
“Nah, Sadie, girl.” He shoots me a reassuring smile. “Rhett is just angry.”
“At me.” Guilt churns in my stomach.
“And himself. I’ll go talk to him. Why don’t you get cleaned up and find something to wear, then we’ll feed the monster before he says or does something he’ll regret.”
“Yeah, okay.” I climb off the bed, but Dane’s hand shoots out, snagging me toward him. His mouth crashes down on mine, hard and unyielding. When he breaks away, I’m flushed, and my heart is racing in my chest.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he says. “I promise.”
He goes after Rhett, and all I can do is hope he’s right.
