by Amelia Shea
Sadie walked around the bed and plopped down next to her. She threw her arm around Roxanne and pulled her close. Damn that girl, she made her a hugger.
“You’re welcome.”
Sadie felt close to Roxanne. She was about to use that closeness to find out something that had been bothering her since it happened. Sadie knew she was Stone’s sister and she would never betray him by telling her his secrets but Sadie wondered if she’d give up just one. It was a question that had been on her mind for a while.
“Rox, can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer but I’d like to know,” Sadie asked, feeling a little awkward. Roxanne’s face watched hers and she looked curious.
“Sure, anything.” Sadie knew she meant it, too.
“Well, remember that day we met in the grocery store…”
“When you introduced yourself as Stone’s side piece?” she joked as Sadie’s face got red. She still couldn’t believe she did that. Sadie feared that story would be told for many years to come. Damn!
“Yeah. Anyway, um, Stone whispered something in your ear when you asked who I was. I just wondered what he said.” Sadie looked at her and rushed the words out. “If you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to.”
Roxanne let out a light chuckle, grinned at Sadie and in a hushed tone whispered, “He said, ‘this is my woman; she just doesn’t know it yet.’”
Sadie grinned back at her.
The door flew open and Emory entered with her arms full of beer and food. This was going to a long night.
Sadie stayed later than she planned. Emory was staying over and would be there on Thanksgiving. As Roxanne said, “She’s the sister God forgot to give me.” Sadie left her room as they continued to laugh and settled in for the night.
The hallway to the stairs was long. Sadie passed by John’s room and turned left to pass another closed door. The downstairs was dark except for the light under the cabinet gleaming from the kitchen. The house was quiet but not eerily quiet. She was comfortable here, like she was home. Not the trailer home but home in her heart.
Sadie assumed everyone had gone to bed, including Stone. She thought he would have come and gotten her from Roxanne’s room. But he didn’t. Sadie started up the stairs tiptoeing. She didn’t want to wake anyone.
Unfortunately, she would just have to wait until tomorrow to see Stone, unless she snuck into his room. The thought of it made her panties wet. She was still wound up from their time together in the bathroom. When she reached the top landing, Sadie glanced to the end of the hall. His door stared back at her, almost daring her. It was as if it was calling her. Come on, Sadie, you know you want to.
She quietly sauntered down the hall. When she got to Stone’s door, she inched it open. She didn’t want her knock to wake up the house. She slowly crept into his room and closed the door, then locked it. Turning around, she found Stone on the bed, naked. He hadn’t heard her come in the room. He was lying on his back with an arm over his eyes and the other with his hand on his cock, stroking himself.
Sadie gasped at the sight. His body was rigid as he stroked up and down. His tempo got faster and he released a low moan. His body was illuminated from the moonlight coming through his curtains, strong and hard—he was perfection.
She lifted her dress off and walked over to his bed. Sadie reached behind her to unsnap her bra and dropped it on the floor. Stone continued to jerk himself as she neared the bed; he still didn’t know she was there. When the bed pressed down from her knee on the bed, his arm fell from his face and the other from his dick. He looked a little dazed.
“Don’t stop,” Sadie whispered as she placed his hand back around his erection. She hovered over him before covering the top of his cock with her mouth. She licked the crown and he groaned.
“Fuck, Sadie, that’s so good.” His other hand touched the back of her thigh up to her thong. He rubbed his finger over her panties, zoning in on her clit. She moaned and pushed his hand further down to take more of him in her mouth.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed. Her knees spanned further apart with her ass in the air. His hand moved her panties to the side, giving him direct contact to her clit. He rubbed slowly in a circular motion as she continued to take him in her mouth, sliding up and down on his cock. Teasing him on the upstroke, she licked him like a lollipop. While one hand leaned on the bed, her other gently massaged his balls. For this move, she received a long masculine groan of her name.
She began to suck faster when she heard, “Baby, get over here.” He moved his hand to her hip and he pulled her toward him but she kept her mouth locked on his length. She took his length in her mouth and swirled her tongue from the root to the crown and back down. She moaned with her lips wrapped around him. She loved giving him pleasure.
“Sadie.” His voice was stern, which made her even wetter. She looked up at him with brazen eyes as she licked him on the underside of his length. His head strained back into the pillow and she did it again. She found Stone’s weakness and wasn’t stopping. Sadie gently raked her teeth over his cock. She watched as his left hand clenched into a fist grabbing the bed sheet. He loved it.
Her eyes found his heated stare; she released him and slowly crawled up his body. She dragged her tongue along his hip, up to his stomach, and stopped at his chest. With her eyes still locked on him, she flicked his nipple with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. She loved what she did to him, the need she saw in his eyes.
Her head whipped up from his chest with a sharp gasp. The fiery sting on her ass had her gasping for air. She had no time to catch her breath before another sting landed on her other ass cheek. Sadie moaned as her core soaked and she fell onto Stone.
“You teasing me is only gonna get you a spanking.” He growled in her ear when his hand landed on her butt for a third time.
She moaned again, louder this time, before she was flipped over onto her back with Stone covering her body with his. His heavy body pressed into her as his mouth crashed down on hers. This was not a sweet kiss. This was a tongue lashing, teeth mashing, hard, sensual kiss. Sadie threw her arms around his back and dug her fingers into him. Their kiss was possessive and hot. He pulled back and scraped his teeth against her bottom lip. She dove back at him and claimed him with her mouth. Their bodies were held tight together but when he shifted, she could feel his erection between her legs. She wiggled underneath him. She wanted him inside her.
She moved her head to the side away from his kiss. She was panting. “I need you, Stone. Fuck me.”
He growled, his mouth latched onto her neck and glided down to her breast. He licked at the hard bud and sucked it in his mouth. Her hands dug deeper into his back as she felt her arousal seep onto her inner thigh.
“God, Stone, please, baby,” she begged when he moved to her other breast and repeated his move. He reached out and pinched her nipple.
“You got to keep that sweet mouth quiet, Sadie,” he teased.
He lifted his head and gave her the same coy smile she gave him earlier. His fingers pinched both her nipples hard. He moved his head down her body. Without a pretense or teasing he went straight to her pussy and attached his mouth to her clit. Sadie jumped at the sensation. He pulled back and licked her clit slowly. Now she was the one gripping the bed sheet in her fists. He dipped his tongue between her folds and came back up again.
“Ahhhh…” Sadie moaned loudly. This was incredible. Chills ran through her body as she heated up. He did an amazing swirl thing with his tongue that swept over her sensitive nub and made her quiver. His hands were torturing her breasts. He caressed them softly then pinched her hard enough to make her gasp. His lips engulfed her core and dragged his tongue down to her opening. She spread her legs. Her body tingled. Oh God, it felt so good. Her body trembled and she could feel her orgasm surface.
She panted harder as he once again moved back to her clit and sucked hard. Sadie moved against his mouth. “Yes!” She was so close. She ground herself against him again a
nd screamed out his name. So close!
Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away and dropped his body on hers. She was so close to coming and he stopped. She wanted to yell but he entered her hard, thrusting inside her. Oh God! He pounded in and out as she gripped his arms.
“You have the sweetest pussy, I could eat you forever.” He grunted in her ear.
“Then go back, do it again.” She moaned loudly, still in a sex haze.
He chuckled as he pounded into her. “You’ve got to be quiet or I have to stop.”
“No, don’t stop, please.” He chuckled again and covered her mouth with his. He fucked her harder until she was moaning into his mouth while she came. Her body pulsated and she moaned again. His lips sealed hers to smother her cries. He pushed deep inside her one last time before pulling out. He rose to his knees, stroked himself hard, and ejaculated all over her breasts and stomach.
His head was thrown back, veins straining at his neck, his body tense as he finished himself off. Sadie was still dazed from her own orgasm but managed to lock eyes with him. His eyes were glazed.
He backed up off the bed and grabbed a towel from his desk chair. He cleaned up while walking back to Sadie and then did the same for her. He tossed the towel and slid into the bed with her and lay on his back. She immediately snuggled into him. He lifted her chin up with his finger and pressed a soft kiss to her lips and pulled back. Staring into his eyes, curled into his side with her arm over his chest and her hand on his heart, they were perfect. His heart was beating fast as they lay together in silence.
“Should I go back to my room?” she asked in a whisper.
“Fuck no, you’re not going anywhere.”
They were silent in each other’s arms, slowly drifting to sleep.
“I missed this.” Her face dipped down and dug deeper into his chest. After what they just did, she wasn’t feeling shy but her heart was vulnerable.
“Look at me,” he muttered. Sadie looked up to his face. His eyes were soft and his expression was gentle. He cupped her face with one hand.
“I missed everything with you.” He leaned down and guided her mouth in a slow sensual kiss. When he released her Sadie rested her head on his chest and placed a kiss over his heart.
“We’ll talk, Sadie, we’ll figure all this out. But for now, I just need this, to remind myself that you’re here, you’re real, and that somehow, you’re mine again. Okay?”
“Okay.”
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His phone alarm went off at seven a.m. He reached to his nightstand to turn it off before it woke Sadie. Stone looked down at her, soft faced and peaceful in sleep. She looked completely content. He brushed the stray hairs away from her face.
He still couldn’t believe she was there.
He had struggled the last two days. He wanted to call her, tell her he fucked up, and beg her to forgive him but he didn’t. He thought keeping her away would be for the best. She had suffered a lifetime of crap, she deserved more than he could give her. But now, with her lying in his arms, all bets were off. He tried to let her go and she came back. He was done trying to do what he thought was the right thing. He was keeping her and hopefully somehow, some way she’d understand everything when he told her. And he would tell her everything when the time was right.
He gingerly pulled his arm from under her and got dressed. He looked at his cell. He had just enough time to grab a coffee before they left. He walked to the door and glanced back at his bed. He smiled at the sight of Sadie, curled up in his bed, exactly where she belonged. He closed the door quietly.
“Well, well, well…why are you sneaking out of your room? Hmmmm…got a sexy little waitress in there?” Bogs teased and bumped his shoulder.
Stone rolled his eyes as he walked into the bathroom. Even Bogs’ teasing couldn’t ruin his mood right now.
“Why don’t you worry about your own bed, asshole?” Stone shut the door before Bogs had time to respond.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sadie tossed to the right and reached out to find an empty bed next to her. Stone must have gotten up already. She opened her eyes to Stone’s childhood room. The sunlight shining in through his window gave her a view into Stone’s room, into his life. The room wasn’t huge but bigger than any room she’d ever had. She sat up and spotted a t-shirt at the end of the bed, which she grabbed and threw on. Climbing out of his bed, she walked to the windows.
He had two side-by-side windows that faced the side yard. His view was an old tire swing that looked thoroughly used and probably fully enjoyed. Smiling to herself, she turned around and observed his room. A large, thick, gray chair sat in the corner of his room across from his bed. Draped over the back was a blue and black knitted blanket. She reached out to run her hand over it. It was just as she thought. Soft. He had a large dresser with a mirror behind it. There were only two framed pictures on the dresser. One was of Stone, T, Bogs, Ethan, and Roxanne sitting on the front porch of the house. They had to have been in their early teens with Roxanne about eight or nine. They were all smiling, bunched together with their arms around each other. They all looked so happy, a happy family.
The other picture was of a young Stone with a black cap and gown smiling big at his graduation. He was between John and a beautiful, dark haired, petite woman. Stone had his arm around John’s shoulders and the other wrapped around the woman. They were all smiling but she noticed the woman’s eyes looked glassy, tears of joy and pride for her son. Darla.
Sadie stood in the middle of Stone’s room. He had a great childhood with this family. He had what a child should have. She didn’t feel envious or anger for not having this. Instead, she found herself happy that Stone had it and he wanted to share it with her. Sadie walked to the door, taking one last look before heading to her room.
After she left Stone’s room, she went back to hers to shower and get dressed. She put on casual jeans and a shirt. She had a dress for later but right now she was going to offer to help. When she exited her room the smell of turkey wafted her senses. The house was filled with a delicious scent. She went down the stairs to a very quiet house. She looked around from the bottom of the stairs. No one was there so she peeked into the living room, then the dining room, but they were all empty.
A loud crash had her jumping back startled.
“Shit!” A frustrated feminine scream came from the kitchen. Rushing to the doorway, Sadie stopped and watched Emory throw her hands up in the air.
“You okay?” she asked.
She turned around quickly, obviously surprised by Sadie’s sudden appearance. She appeared agitated and slightly disheveled, still in her pajamas with her hair thrown up in a bun.
“Hey, Sadie! Yeah, I’m okay. Just trying to find the big pot and causing a cluster fuck in the process.” She put the pot on the counter. “Fuck it, I give up. Get some coffee and follow me.” Emory grabbed Sadie a mug and handed it to her.
Once her coffee was made, she followed Emory to the front door. Emory pulled down two fleeces from the closet. She handed Sadie a black one and they walked out the front door.
They had been sitting on the swing for a while when Sadie asked where everyone was. Emory told her they were all visiting Darla’s gravesite. It was something John and the kids did together on the holidays. This prompted Emory’s stories of Darla and what an amazing woman she was. She teared up.
“She was a great woman, you know. She lived for them, just loved them unconditionally. She even made those of us who weren’t family feel as though we had a spot here, in her home. In her heart.” Emory wiped her tears with the cuff of her fleece. Darla meant a lot to Emory, too.
She explained that all the kids took her death hard but Roxanne took it the hardest. She was very close to Darla, according to Emory.
“Are you close to your mom?”
Sadie shook her head. “Not really.”
“Me neither.” They were both quiet as two trucks drove up the dirt road.
“They’re home.” A soft sad smile a
ppeared on her face as she dried her eyes completely. Sadie had a feeling Emory didn’t show her feelings too often.
Emory and Sadie watched in silence as the two trucks parked. John was driving one with Ethan, Roxanne, and Bogs. T and Stone hopped out of the other one. Sadie wasn’t sure how to act. She didn’t want to smile knowing they were just visiting their mother’s grave. This was a somber time for them. John walked up with Roxanne first, followed by Ethan and Bogs. They were all quiet.
“So, as always, I am keeping tradition alive. I fucked up the apple pie!” Emory announced with a straight face and got up from the swing. Sadie looked at her with disbelief, and then laughed, which was followed by everyone else laughing.
“Some things never change. Let’s go, Em, I’ll show you again how it’s done.” Roxanne giggled as she and Emory walked through the door. John was smiling and shaking his head as he followed behind. Ethan continued behind John but looked over at Sadie and winked before making his way inside.
She was surprised when Bogs took a seat next to her and just stared out into the yard. Stone and T walked up the steps and stopped at the landing. She smiled over at Stone who returned her smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His eyes held sadness.
Bogs pushed his leg and the swing started to move. He rested his arm on the back of the swing, sitting about a foot away from Sadie. The four of them remained silent. Sadie didn’t know what to say. She looked to Stone again who was glaring at Bogs suspiciously. T looked at her with a smirk.
All of a sudden, the swing jerked to a stop. Sadie was unable to stop her body from shifting. She was thrown forward, about to fall over when Bogs circled her body with his arm and pulled her to him. Sadie’s body went rigid when his chest rumbled with laughter.
“Sweetheart, please stop throwing yourself at me, Stone’s right here.” Bogs teased with a snicker.
Sadie pulled away and scowled at him. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”