SAGE

by Jessica Caryn

  “Get out.” My chest heaved.

  He grabbed my wrist.

  “Were you thinking about me?”

  He ran his mouth across my hand.

  You still taste fucking amazing.”

  “Ramsey please...”

  “Please what.” He grabbed my hair.

  I tried not to moan.

  He knows what it does to me.

  He ripped the sheet off me.

  My body trembled in pleasure

  “Why didn’t you come home?”

  His eyes caressed me.

  “We were done.” I told him.

  “We’ll never be done.”

  He kissed my neck.

  My nipples grazed the rough fabric of his shirt.

  I moaned. “Please…”

  He buried his face in my hair.

  “Please what?” He said my name like only he could.

  Ramsey fisted my hair and my hips jerked.

  I was ready to submit but I was still mad.

  I saw him with her that night and lost it.

  He pushed me and I fell.

  I broke my tailbone.

  I stabbed him in the shoulder. I’m not sorry.

  He shouldn’t have picked her.

  I wouldn’t give in. “Go back to what’s her name.”

  He laughed. “You know there’s no her. You broke up with me, came to my place, saw me fucking some random woman and then you wanted me. I couldn’t let you hurt her. She wasn’t involved in our shit.”

  I ignored what he said. “You were still mine.”

  “Well you shouldn’t have left me.”

  “Billy was…”

  The look on his face made me stop mid- sentence.

  “You can feel whatever you want but this will be done my way and you’ll come home. Do you understand?”

  I nodded and he gave me a rough kiss.

  I moaned against his lips.

  I wanted him to fuck me liked he missed me. He threw my leg around him. He touched me there and I felt it to my core. I trembled against his lips. He dropped to his knees and put my legs over his shoulder. He lifted me. I felt the coolness of the wall against my back and the unbearable heat between my legs. He glanced up at me and then covered my pussy with his mouth.

  He gripped my butt tighter.

  His teeth grazed my clit as he sucked.

  It was the right amount of pressure and pain.

  Oh fuck. I gushed.

  He licked through the wetness.

  “Please Ramsey… I need it.”

  He stood up and unbuckled his belt.

  There was a hard knock on the door.

  He glanced at me.

  “Scott said he would take me to dinner.”

  The anger flashed across his face.

  “What did you tell him?”

  “No but then he mentioned Billy.”

  Ramsey went to the door.

  I grabbed the sheet.

  He opened it.

  Scott’s men were on the porch.

  “The boss is expecting her.”

  Ramsey leaned against the door frame.

  “She’s busy.”

  They glanced at each other.

  Ramsey laughed.

  “Yeah make a call and figure it out.”

  He closed the door.

  “You know I have to go.”

  He shrugged. “All these choices are for Billy.”

  I got defensive. “Well I didn’t ask you to come.”

  “You did.” He glanced at me

  I forgot about the call.

  I lowered my head in shame.

  I felt him in front of me.

  “Ramsey I ...”

  He lifted my chin and kissed me.

  I could taste me on his lips.

  He broke our kiss. “Tell me later darlin”

  “Alright.” I blushed.

  “I don’t know where Scott will take me.”

  “Do you have your phone?”

  “Yes but his men took all the money except that.”

  I motioned to the stack on the floor.

  “He’s trying to manipulate you.”

  Ramsey shook his head. “We can end this, just say the word. I’ll kill these two outside, take care of Scott, and get your money.”

  “Ramsey.” I said softly.

  “Alright.” He caressed my face

  “But it might come to that.”

  “I understand.” I gazed up at him.

  Ramsey smiled. “I talked to Billy.” He ran it down to me. He was right. It did sound like a set-up and Billy should’ve walked away for it. The job was too sweet to be true. I knew Brian would find out what he could.

  Milo and Billy have been friends a long time.

  I didn’t think he set Billy up but we’re all criminals.

  Ramsey said he’d wait outside so I could get right.

  He glanced over his shoulder.

  He didn’t have to say it.

  Scott didn’t have a chance with me.

  I know who I belonged to.

  Ramsey reminded me where home was.

  He left and closed the door behind him.

  I went to the window and peeked out the curtain.

  Ramsey sat on the porch steps.

  He stared at the men waiting for me.

  I laughed. They were terrified of him.

  I left him to it. I felt different. Better.

  I always felt safe with Ramsey.

  I took a shower and ran through my routine. I put on a navy blue dress. The thick cotton layers in the skirt would keep me warm even though my legs were bare. I put on my favorite cowboy boots and then brushed my hair into a ponytail. I didn’t use a lot of make-up in general but I put on lip gloss. I ran the mascara brush across my lashes. It was cooler out. I decide to put on my brown sweater under the denim jacket.

  I came outside.

  Ramsey stood up.

  I can tell my outfit met his approval.

  I locked the front door and gave him the keys.

  He was satisfied.

  My small act of submission was enough.

  He walked down the steps and past the men.

  “She better be in the same condition I left her in.”

  They watched him.

  He didn’t talk much.

  It wasn’t needed.

  He sat on his motorcycle and waited.

  The men opened the truck door.

  I got inside.

  I heard the motorcycle roar.

  The men got into the truck. A few seconds later we drove down the road. I heard the motorcycle behind us. It was comforting. We went down to the main resort area. Scott waited. Ramsey coasted to a stop in front of him. I shook my head and laughed. He made Scott walk around him. Scott slid into the backseat beside me. He closed the door and we left the resort. I didn’t ask where we were headed. I didn’t care. I stared out the window. I want Ramsey. That’s it. Billy was making it hard to love him. I tried my best to raise him. I had to re-raise myself and that shit didn’t turn out too well. Scott watched me. I can tell he wanted conversation. He sat here with his expensive clothes, wearing his expensive cologne like it would give him confidence. Ramsey.

  My thoughts were on him. His presence made women soak their panties. Men wanted to fight him. He wasn’t afraid to get hurt. Billy was always out to impress him. Ramsey told him the outlaw life wasn’t for him. He should go to school and get a job. Billy asked me. I told him the same. He’s been trying to prove us wrong ever since.

  The truck drove down a secluded road.

  I glanced at Scott.

  “You’ll love it.” He smiled. “Trust me.”

  There wasn’t anything about him I trusted. The truck pulled to stop minutes later. Scott got out and held the door for me. What a gentleman this one is. I slid out of the truck. The restaurant was beautiful.

  I tried to keep my face neutral.

  “I knew you’d like it.”

  “It’s alright.
” I shrugged.

  Scott laughed. “Please after you.”

  We went inside.

  The gentle sound of water from the fountain had a calming effect on me. I looked up at the oversized wooden beams. The grand staircases spiraled up to the next level. I saw the beautiful balcony with fresh flowers and more cozy tables. The atmosphere was perfect. I wouldn’t tell Scott that.

  “I can tell you like it.” He murmured in my ear.

  This asshole. I put distance between us.

  The hostess seated us.

  Scott held my chair for me.

  I politely sat. I didn’t want to make a scene.

  He wouldn’t be thanked for forcing me into a date.

  The table was elegant. I liked the arrangement.

  We checked the menu.

  I ignored all of Scott’s recommendations.

  I ordered a steak and salad.

  The waiter left our table.

  Scott asked how much I loved my brother.

  I told him enough to kill. We stopped the conversation when the waiter returned. He poured the wine and left again. My questions to Scott came low and quick. He didn’t answer them but asked about Ramsey instead. I gave him a sweet laugh. I said we had history. Scott asked how far back did we go. I told him a long time. I said it with a sexy sigh. It was a non- verbal fuck you. Scott said if I was important he would’ve heard of me. I looked away with a fake confused expression. I tried not to smile. This thing wasn’t about Billy. He wanted Ramsey.

  Scott talked but I didn’t pay attention. Dinner was slow and painful. I wanted to stab him with my steak knife so many times. We left the restaurant and he asked what I wanted to do next. I reminded him this wasn’t a real date. It was a waste of time.

  I couldn’t wait to get back to the resort.

  We got in the truck.

  Scott tried to move close to me.

  I threatened to punch his lights out.

  “Ramsey isn’t worried about you.”

  I glanced at him. “And I’m not worried about you.”

  He touched my arm.

  I shrugged his hand off.

  “What if I told you Ramsey would die?”

  Scott stared at me.

  “Who would you save, him or your brother?”

  “Ramsey doesn’t need saving.”

  “Well neither does Billy. He’s a grown man.”

  Scott smiled. “But you still came for him.”

  “And Ramsey came for me.”

  Scott’s smile faded.

  We drove through town.

  I saw his motorcycle parked outside of a bar.

  I told the driver to pull over.

  He glanced back at Scott and then hit the brake.

  The truck stopped and I got out.

  I didn’t expect Scott to follow me but I didn’t care.

  I was right. It was Ramsey’s motorcycle.

  Scott asked if I was a stalker ex-girlfriend.

  He had no idea how close to the truth he was.

  I saw Ramsey across the bar.

  He was surrounded by women.

  Yeah, what was this bullshit?

  Scott sat down next to me.

  My eyes were on Ramsey.

  He had his phone out.

  What the fuck was he doing?

  He better not be taking damn numbers.

  The scent of my pussy was still on his mouth.

  I doubt these women cared.

  They hovered around him waiting to be chosen.

  I told Scott to order me a double shot of whiskey.

  Ramsey glanced up and his eyes locked on me.

  I stared back at him.

  Scott got comfortable.

  I watched the women around Ramsey.

  He could play favorites if he wanted.

  I’ll tear this place up.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  RAMSEY

  I checked with Brian. He didn’t have any updates but told me the local boys would come in the morning to pick up my motorcycle. I gave him the marker road for Sage’s cabin. I would be there later on tonight. Scott meant nothing to me. He could try it with Sage if he wanted. The result would be painful. The chesty red head brushed against me and then leaned on the bar. It was a different view but the same angles. I didn’t waste my time with it. She and her friends took turns. They waited for me to pick them. Fast women were in every town. It isn’t always the women who party. Most of them wore polite smiles and hid behind office jobs, the women that worked in beauty salons, the cashier at the local market or the women in bookstores. They were all pretty but the same. Women loved dangerous men. They tried to be confident and promised they could handle it but then caught feelings. Sometimes it happened in the same night. It depends on where I was with it. Women should be cared for or at least not disrespected. Hey they deserved to be fucked. These beautiful creatures with their soft lips and big curious eyes, how could we not adore them? I keep it honest, when it’s time for them to go, they leave. The woman I wanted was having dinner with some asshole and I felt some type of way about it.

  I glanced at the missed calls and texts. It was women, who wanted, who needed, something or someone. I was done with it. Sage was back with me.

  I knew where home was.

  I glanced up and there she was.

  Scott was next to her. The women huddled up next to me. Fuck. I saw the spark in her eyes. Sweetheart, don’t. Scott set a double shot in front of her. He’s buying my girl drinks now huh? I will fuck him up for that later. She downed the drink. No chaser. I knew how she liked it. She tilted her head. I shrugged the women off me. I guess Sage saw my motorcycle outside and came to check on me. I kept my eyes on her. I wanted her to come to me. She would. Two women came up to me and whispered in my ear. Fuck, that’s all it took. The anger flashed across her face. I saw it in her eyes. She knocked back another double. She better slow the fuck down.

  Sage left the bar.

  Her hips swayed as she walked over to the jukebox.

  Scott stared at her

  He glanced at me.

  I gave him grit.

  He followed her.

  I can see he had a death wish.

  The bartender set a beer in front of me.

  “Handsome it’s on the house.”

  She poured me a double shot of tequila.

  “The man with your pretty friend is trouble. He comes through every few months. He brings these bullshit guards with him and they hassle the local folks. Last time he came with a woman. She had long black hair and was a jealous hateful bitch.”

  The bartender set the shot in front of me.

  “Try not to wreck the place but I won’t hold it against you.” She wiped the bar and moved away.

  I knocked back the double shot of tequila.

  Sage bent over the jukebox. She showed a lot of leg and her ass looked right in that dress. Scott held money out to her. I will fuck him up for that too. I knew she would check to see if any songs coming up where ones she liked. The song ended. I grabbed my beer and slid off the barstool. The first few chords of the next song came on. Sage paused. She knew I played it. Susan Tedeschi was her favorite. I walked through the crowd of women and went around the bar. They followed me. I shook my head. I sat down on a stool, faced the jukebox and rested my elbows against the bar.

  I was comfortable.

  I sipped my beer as the lyrics started.

  I miss the arms that used to hold me…

  Sage glanced over her shoulder.

  The tender way we used to kiss…

  Her lips parted.

  I miss the way you used to touch me.

  Her chest heaved.

  I miss the sweet taste of your lips.

  I was a fool to ever leave you.

  Scott tried to touch her.

  She pushed his hand away.

  She gazed at me.

  It hurt, It hurt, It hurt so bad.

  Her eyes watered.

  Why was I so blind to see...
r />   Come to me sweetheart.

  Oh how I miss you so…

  She rushed over to me.

  Oh what a fool I was darling yes...

  You were a fool to let me go…

  She straddled me and put her arms around me.

  Why did you let me go?

  Her lips brushed my neck.

  It’s so lonesome her without you.

  She trembled against me.

  Oh how I miss you so...

  She fell into the emotion as the song finished out.

  Sage waited for me to accept her.

  I stared at Scott and sipped my beer.

  Her soft hands caressed my neck.

  “Ramsey, please forgive me.”

  She said in a tearful whisper.

  I put the beer down and put my arms around her.

  She let out a soft sigh and relaxed in my arms.

  My hands slid under her dress.

  I gripped her butt, lifted her, and carried her out of the bar. I heard her purr. Damn I missed that. I know what it meant. We wouldn’t make it to the cabin. I carried her around to the back of the bar. She kissed me soft and sweet. My dick throbbed. I ripped off her panties. Her legs trembled around me.

  I put my arm under her to support her weight.

  I unbuckled and unzipped my pants.

  Fuck I needed her. I pulled my dick out.

  “Ramsey...”

  I gave her a rough kiss. “I only go raw with you.”

  She sighed in satisfaction.

  I adjusted our position.

  My tip touched her there.

  I groaned.

  She was so wet.

  I tried to thrust in.

  She was tight. I felt her tense up.

  My dick popped out.

  I stared at her. “You haven’t been with anyone else?”

  She turned away.

  “I’m not the whoring type.” She said softly.

  I rested my forehead on hers.

  “You were made for me.”

  I kissed her and eased in.

  She opened her legs wider.

  Damn it was the softest place on earth.

  She arched against me.

  I thrust into her and she bit my shoulder.

  I groaned her name.

  The heat was fucking amazing.

  I plunged deeper inside.

  Her pussy was tight and wet.

  She grabbed a fistful of my hair.

  I buried my face in her neck.

  God I missed her.

  She found her rhythm and bucked against me.

  I increased the pace.

  Her purr was louder.

  I didn’t want to hurt her but I needed it.

  I fucked her like I missed her.