"I only looked after her, bro,” I say. “I did the right thing."
"Good.” He gives me a stiff nod, his eyes flicking to Sadie once more. “She deserves it."
6
Sadie
I wake 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.