Chapter 3 — Midnight

Sable’s POV

I waited for him in my room.

I showered too fast. No makeup. Hair still damp. I put on the short silk pajamas, the ones that clung when I moved, and then I walked from the bed to the door and back again until the floor knew my route.

My hands would not stay still.

The lock was open.

I had left it that way on purpose and I hated that I had.

I looked at the clock.

12:00.

He should have knocked.

He did not.

For a stretch of ugly minutes I thought he had changed his mind. Of course he had. He had called it a mistake in the yard.

Every time I look at the clock, my heart feels like it's about to explode, for some reason but the nervousness is getting closer to me.

My eyes also can't leave the direction of the door, and then the knock came.

Soft. Two taps.

My stomach dropped. I tried to put calm on my face like a mask that did not fit and opened the door.

Rhett stood there in black trousers and a black T-shirt that fit him too well.

Damp hair. Jaw tight. Eyes going down my body once, fast, like he had not given himself permission and took it anyway.

I stepped aside.

He came in. He locked the door behind him. The click sounded louder than it should have.

For a second neither of us spoke.

“You still have a chance to change your mind,” Rhett said. His voice was low, meant for this room only. “I will walk out. We can pretend this never happened.”

“I won’t pretend it never happened.”

He came closer. He stopped right in front of me. I had to tip my chin up.

I could smell soap that was not mine this time. I could feel heat coming off him.

“Have you done this before?” he asked. “Sex.”

I shook my head.

His throat moved. “Are you… a virgin?”

I nodded.

“Can you stop asking like that?” My voice came out thinner than the yard. I still used it. “I told you I’m not a little girl, Rhett.”

“It’s going to hurt.” He said it like a warning and an apology in the same breath. “First time. I don’t get to pretend it won’t.”

“I know.”

His eyes went over me. Slow now.

He stopped on my breasts, on the shape the fabric did not bother hiding, and something in his face went dark.

“Can I open it?”

I nodded.

He started on the buttons one by one. Not ripping. Not rushing. Each one made the air colder on my skin.

When the top slid off my shoulders and hit the floor, I was in the red bra I had put on because I wanted him to see it and now I wanted to cross my arms.

I did not.

“Look at you.” His voice dropped. “You look exactly like I imagined, Sable. So beautiful.”

Heat crawled up my throat. I felt shy and seen in the same second.

He looked at my eyes. “Can I?”

I nodded again.

He opened the bra and dropped it. Cool air. Then his hands were on me, warm, squeezing slow, thumbs dragging, and a sound came out of me before I could stop it.

I clapped my palm over my mouth.

“Look at me, Sable.” He pulled my hand down. “Tell me. Do you like it?”

I nodded.

“Use your voice.”

“Yes.” It came out wrecked already. “Yes. I like it.”

“Good.”

He pulled his shirt off and the room got smaller. The chest I had seen behind a door I was not supposed to open.

He walked me to the bed, laid me down, and hovered over me on his forearms.

He kissed my forehead. Both cheeks. My nose. My chin. I opened my mouth for him and he passed it on purpose, a mean little tease that made me chase him.

“Rhett…”

“Be patient, baby.” His mouth brushed the corner of mine and still did not give it to me. “It’s going to be a long night for you.”

Then he kissed my neck.

I gasped. His mouth was hot. He found a spot under my ear and stayed there until my fingers dug into his shoulders.

He went lower. My breast. He sucked, slow, then harder, and my eyes shut because looking at the ceiling was the only way I was going to stay quiet.

He moved to the other one. Same attention. Same filthy patience. I pushed up on my elbows when his mouth left my skin and started traveling down my stomach, because I needed to see what he was going to do to me.

He hooked his fingers in my shorts and my panties together and pulled. I lifted my hips.

Then I was naked on my own bed in my father’s house with my brother’s best friend on his knees between my legs.

I wanted to hide.

I also wanted him to look.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I did. Little shy. I still did it.

“Oh, fuck.” The words came out of him wrecked. “It’s so beautiful, Sable. You’re so perfect.”

He looked first.

Then he put his mouth on me.

“Oh, shit—Rhett—”

My back hit the mattress the second his tongue touched my clit. My hands fisted the sheets.

I tried to close my legs and he held them open, forearms firm, no room to run from it. He licked again, slower, then sucked, and I bit my lip so hard it stung.

“Is it good, baby?”

“Yes.” I could barely get air. “So fucking good. Please. Don’t stop.”

He did not stop. Then a finger circling where I was already wet, teasing the place that made my whole body jolt.

“Rhett…”

“Yes, baby.”

“Please. Please don’t tease me.”

“You’re soaked.” He sounded proud and starving at once. “Perfect. But you need to wait.”

He pushed one finger inside me.

I moaned. Too loud. I turned my face into the pillow and he pulled me back by the chin.

“Easy, baby. Breathe. You’re going to feel more than this. Just wait.”

He sat back enough to watch his hand. In and out. Slow. My thighs shook. I knew how I looked and I could not make myself care.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy like this, Sable.”

“Mm—I think I want to come, Rhett.”

“Then come for me. That’s fine.”

He kissed me so the sound had somewhere to go and sped his hand up until it broke. The first orgasm hit messy and helpless. I shook under him, gasping into his mouth, my nails in his shoulder, the house still asleep on the other side of a locked door.

I was still trying to find my breath when he stood and pushed his trousers down.

I saw him up close and my stomach dropped.

Thick. Hard. Bigger than the glimpse through a cracked door. For a stupid second I thought it would not fit. He watched my face and read it.

He came back over me. Hovered. Looked at my eyes and nowhere else.

“It’s going to hurt.” His voice was quiet. Serious. “You can ask me to stop. I will stop.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I won’t stop. I want to feel you. Here. Inside me.”

He kissed me first. Then he pushed.

The stretch burned. I made a sound that would have been a scream if his mouth had not been there.

He squeezed my breast, not rough, just enough to give the pain somewhere else to go, and he worked in slow.

Inch. Pause. Inch.

“Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.”

I did. His were dark and locked on mine.

“Does it hurt?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.” It came out wrecked and sure. “No. Please keep moving, Rhett. I want you.”

He moved. Slow. Letting me catch up to him. The burn started to change. Not gone. Different. Heat under it. I grabbed his back and tried to breathe through every stroke.

“Mm—so good.” My voice surprised me. “Please…Faster.”

He shifted, knelt between my legs, spread me wider, and thrust faster. I clapped a hand over my own mouth and he pulled it away and replaced it with his.

“Shh..Keep quiet, baby.” His forehead dropped to mine. “Or you’re going to wake them.”

I nodded under his hand. He held my hips and drove deeper. The sound of it was filthy and soft at the same time. My eyes stung. It still felt good. Too good. I moaned into his palm and he groaned into my hair.

“Oh, fuck.. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So good.” Another thrust. Deeper. “Fuck Sable! You take my cock so well.”

“Rhett—”

“I know baby, I’ve got you, just stay quiet.”

He did not stay gentle after that. He still watched my face. He still slowed when I hissed.

Then he buried himself again and I stopped thinking about the door, the hall, my brother two rooms away. There was only the stretch and his voice and my name in it.

“Ohhh fuckkk..Sable”

I came again with almost no warning, shaking, clenching around him, a broken sound trapped against his hand.

That was what finished him. His rhythm went sloppy. He thrust once more, deep, and a groan tore out of him as he spilled inside me, hips jerking, his whole body going tight and then heavy.

He fell onto me.

Not all his weight. His cock still inside me. His mouth on my cheek.

“You’re so amazing, baby.” The words were wrecked. “Fuck! That was perfect.”

He kissed my cheek again and gathered me under him, still joined, still breathing like the night had knocked the air out of both of us.

I stared at the ceiling of my own bedroom with my brother’s best friend buried in me and the lock turned and midnight already gone.

I did not tell him that I hope this never ends.