Sacred by Caitlyn Dare
Rhett
Ilead Sadie to my room before I do something I shouldn’t in the hallway for all my brothers to see. I keep my lips on hers, my hands on her hips as I kick my door shut and walk her backward toward the bed.
“Rhett,” she moans against my lips, “w-we can’t. Not while everyone around us is falling apart.”
“I know, princess. I just need a moment.”
Relaxing in my hold, she strokes her tongue against mine once more as I lay her out on my bed and crawl over her body.
“Everyone is going to be okay,” I assure her, kissing down her neck and slipping my hand under her shirt to find her soft skin. “They’re all here under this roof. There’s nowhere safer for them to be.”
“I-I know, but Wes doesn’t even know if Grant is dea—”
“Shush. We’ll deal with it. Let me look after you. I saw your eyes in the hospital. You wanted us to do it, didn’t you?”
Tugging the neck of her tank down, I bite down on her chest until I suck her hard peak into my mouth.
“Rhett,” she cries, her back arching off the bed.
“Just for a few minutes, princess. Stop worrying about everyone else and let me take care of you.”
Her nails scratch against my scalp as I tease her, switching to the other side and giving that the same treatment. “B-but I promised Wes that—”
“He’s with his mom. And we’ll only be a few minutes.” I look up at her and wink.
“You’re wicked, Rhett Savage.”
“Been called worse.”
“I know, mostly by me,” she pants as I push her skirt up around her waist and pull her panties aside.
“So fucking pretty, princess,” I mutter, running my finger through her folds, “and so fucking wet for me.”
“Rhett,” she moans when I circle her entrance.
“Going to try to stop me now?”
“Just be quick,” she pants.
“That can be arranged.”
Closing the space between us, I latch onto her clit at the same time I push two fingers deep inside her.
“Rhett,” she cries, her hips rolling for me, her nails digging into my skin.
I moan against her as her sweetness explodes in my mouth and up my efforts to have her coming in three minutes flat.
“Fucking hell,” she pants, her chest heaving as I lift my head from between her thighs and wipe her juices from my face.
“You wanted fast,” I say, tugging at my jeans and pushing them down over my ass to release my aching cock.
Sadie pushes up on her elbows, her eyes immediately dropping to where I’ve got my hard cock in my fist. “Like what you see, princess?”
“You know I do. Shirt off, Savage. I might want you to be fast, but I still want the whole experience.”
Flashing her a wicked smile, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt from my body. “Hold on, this ain’t gonna be gentle,” I warn.
“When do you ever give me gentle?” she asks as I line myself up with her.
“Maybe one day.” I wink before surging forward and filling her in one move.
“Oh shit,” she cries, her legs wrapping around my waist, the heels of her boots digging into my ass.
Taking her hips in my hands, I pull out before slamming straight back in.
She’s not the only desperate one here. It’s been too long since I was inside her, and I’m fucking dying.
I might still be a way from telling her with words how I feel about her, but I’m at the point now that I can admit to myself that I’m fucking addicted.
“Fuck, your pussy,” I grate out. “Fucking heaven.”
“More, Rhett. Give me more.”
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling out of her and flipping her over.
She’s barely settled on her knees before I slam back inside her, making her back arch.
Reaching forward, I wrap her wild curls around my fist and hold her exactly where I want her. Her pussy ripples around me, sucking me deeper as she moans for more.
Sweat runs down my back as I up my pace, my grip on her hair only getting tighter. But she never complains, the pain only making her wilder as she pushes back harder with every thrust I give her.
“I need you coming, princess,” I say, pulling her hair until she has no choice but to sit up, pressing her back to my chest.
“Oh fuck, Rhett,” she pants into my neck as I slip my hand down her stomach to strum her clit. “Yes. Yes.”
“Let me feel you milking my cock.” Slamming my lips down on hers, I twist her clit and thrust up into her, making her shatter in my arms.
I swallow down her cries as her body convulses, her release dragging my own out of me until I fill her pussy with a loud, guttural moan of my own.
I release her and she falls forward, limp and useless. I tumble on top of her, both of us fighting to catch our breath.
“Fuck, Rhett,” she pants.
“Yeah?” I ask with a laugh. “Told you that you needed it.”
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a week.”
“That good, huh?” I ask with a smirk, flipping her over and capturing her lips.
My length almost instantly starts to harden again, and she doesn’t miss it digging into her thigh.
“Stop getting ideas, big guy. We’ve got problems to deal with.”
Dropping my head to her shoulder, I breathe her in. “That vacation you mentioned. It needs to happen. I need you to myself for more than a few minutes,” I confess.
“To yourself completely, or the four of us?”
“Either. Right now, as long as all this bullshit is behind us, I don’t care.”
“You’re going to find Darren, and you’re going to end this, Rhett. I have no doubt.”
“Let’s just hope no one else gets hurt in the meantime, eh?”
“They won’t,” she says confidently, managing to slide herself out from under me. “I need to change,” she says, peeling her shirt up her body.
“Clothing is going to be banned on this vacation,” I say, watching as she sheds the rest of her clothes, not batting an eyelid at being naked in front of me.
“Oh yeah? Wanna spend a week looking at Stray and Noble’s cocks, huh?” she shoots over her shoulder as she stands at my closet and pulls out some clothes I discovered she’d stashed in there.
“Um…” I hesitate, realizing my mistake.
I see her shoulders shake with a laugh as she pulls a clean skirt out.
I’m off the bed before she’s even realized I’ve moved and I pin her up against the wall. “You’ve been fantasizing about this vacation, haven’t you, princess?”
“If you’re asking if I think about your cocks, then yeah. I guess I’m guilty.”
I growl, rubbing my hard cock against her belly.
“Down, boy. Maybe we can play again later. Put on a little show for the invalid.”
“And you say I’m wicked,” I growl in her ear.
“Stray would love it and you know it.”
Swiping her clothes from her hand, I look at her choices. “Don’t wear any panties,” I demand.
“B-but I need to talk to my dad.”
“But just think of Stray and Pretty’s faces later when you flash them.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she considers my words. “Okay, deal. I’m using your bathroom, then we’re doing this.”
“Take your time,” I say, knowing that she’s not going to.
* * *
“Sadie Ray? Rhett?” Ray says as the two of us invite ourselves into his office.
We only know he’s back because Quinn messaged Sadie to say he’d left. He snuck in the back door of his office the second he got here—I assume for some peace, which we’ve now gone and ruined.
“We need to talk,” Sadie says, sounding all business as she pulls me into the room and drops down into one of the chairs in front of Ray’s desk.
She gave me the CliffsNotes of what Rosita told her before we left my room, but I’m as clueless as her about what kind of past Ray and Victoria could have.
“Wes and Victoria are here,” she states to read his reaction.
He sits up straighter, his eyes widening at the news. “Why? We’re in lockdown. There should be no one in or out of those gates,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous.
“Who is Victoria to you, Dad?”
“S-she’s… she’s an old friend.”
“An old friend,” Sadie mimics. “Like Julia was just a friend?” I jolt at the mention of my mother.
Ray’s lips part to respond, but no words leave his mouth.
“Why are they here, Sadie Ray?”
She shakes her head, her hand squeezing mine tighter. “Answer my question, Dad,” she seethes.
Ray’s features harden as he stares at his daughter. “My past has nothing to do with you, Sadie Ray.”
“Like hell it doesn’t when it involves Wes’s mom.”
“Sadie,” I breathe.
“No,” she snaps, looking at me. “You don’t get a say in this. Dad,” she turns her hard stare back on Ray, “I have a right to know. You already had a relationship with Rhett’s mother behind my back. Now Wes’s too. I guess it’s a good job we don’t know who Dane’s mother is.”
“Enough, Sadie Ray,” Ray booms, slamming his palms down on his desk. “What happened between Victoria and I was a long time ago. You have no right to dig into my past, my relationships, especially not right now when I’m doing my best to get on board with what you’ve got going on,” he snarls, shooting me a glare.
Sadie’s jaw pops in frustration, but she doesn’t argue.
“Now, tell me why Victoria is here.”
She swallows nervously, knowing he’s going to be pissed that she’s waited until now to tell him the truth.
“Grant knows Wes has been here.”
“Motherfucker,” he barks, standing so fast that his chair collides with the wall behind him. “Where is she?”
“Munster’s room with Jada. Wait!” she cries before he bolts from the room. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “Wes hurt Grant. Someone needs to go to the house, check him and get their stuff. They can’t go back there. Ever.”
He nods and is gone before I have a chance to blink, and Sadie jumps up after him.
We follow as he blows through the hallway, cutting everyone off who tries to talk to him down with a single look.
“You could have handled that better, princess,” I mutter, my eyes following the raging storm before us that is Ray Dalton.
He swings the door open with such force I’m surprised it doesn’t fly off its hinges, but the second his eyes land on the woman lying in bed, he comes to an immediate halt.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he seethes, his shoulders pulled tight and his hands balling into fists.
“She’s going to be okay, Ray,” Jada assures him. “A couple of days and she’ll be right as rain.”
He sucks in a deep breath before lowering himself to the edge of the bed and taking her hand.
“What’s going on?” Wes asks, making his way over to us.
“Fucking hell, Pretty. You’ve looked better,” I deadpan.
“Savage,” Sadie says, looking up at me with her brows raised. “Was that another joke?”
“Did you know your mom and Ray have a past?” I ask Wes, ignoring Sadie’s question.
“Uh… no.” He stares at the two of them as Ray softly rubs his thumb back and forth over Victoria’s knuckles, whispering something to her. “But it kind of makes sense.”
“Why your dad hates the club.”
“Y-yeah, but also some of the things he’s said over the years.”
“We should give them some space,” I suggest.
I usher Sadie out of the room while Wes goes over to drop a kiss on his mom’s brow.
“Looks like you’re going to be busy the next couple of days, princess,” I say, backing her into the wall as we wait.
“Oh, why’s that?”
“Seems that both Stray and Pretty need a nurse.”
“Shame, I didn’t pack my uniform,” she sasses.
I run my eyes down her body, lingering on her skirt, knowing that she’s bare beneath.
“I don’t think either of them will care about that.”
“As fun as that all sounds, Savage, we need to tell Dane the truth.”
Dread coils around me at her words. It was easier to push it aside and focus on her, but I know she’s right.
Dane deserves the truth.
