The Sainthood : A Dark High School Romance (The Complete Series)

by Siobhan Davis

  The vein in his neck throbs, and he’s seconds away from exploding, but he knows I have him by the balls.

  “Thought not.” My gleeful tone matches my expression.

  I lace my fingers through Caz’s, tugging him forward. “Lead the way, sexy.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Harlow

  “YOU LOVE PUSHING his buttons,” Caz says, chuckling as I walk up the left-hand-side stairs with him in front of me.

  “He secretly gets off on it.” I shamelessly ogle Caz’s toned butt in his snug jeans.

  “I think you get off on it too,” he adds, tossing me a grin over his shoulder.

  “You can check for yourself in a minute,” I quip, reaching out and fondling his ass cheeks.

  “I’m glad you’re okay,” he says, hauling me into his arms when we reach the top of the stairs. “I was freaking the fuck out.”

  “I can handle myself. And I know how to handle Darrow Knight.”

  He threads his fingers through my hair as his warm brown eyes dart all over my face. “I know that, babe, but it didn’t stop me worrying.”

  I circle my arms around his neck, pressing the length of my body against his. “You’re the only one I believe.”

  His brow creases. “Why?”

  “Because you don’t play games. You’re straight with me.”

  He palms my face. “Then, believe me when I say Saint, Theo, and I had nothing to do with this.”

  I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I’m exhausted from the past forty-eight hours, and I’m done thinking about all the shit that’s gone down. I need a distraction, and Caz is the perfect kind.

  His eyes bore into mine. “What do you want?” He grips me at the waist. “What do you need?” His hips rock against mine, his hard-on pressing against the soft flesh of my lower tummy.

  I kiss him hard and fast. “You.”

  His hands roam my sides, his fingers brushing against my breasts, sending a rake of shivers ghosting over me. “I can take one for the team.”

  He smirks, and I smack his chest. “Careful or I’ll kick you to the curb in favor of Saintly.”

  “Like fuck you will.” His lips collide with mine in a possessive kiss that curls my toes.

  I roam my hands up and down his back as our mouths slant hungrily against one another. “Fuck me, Caz,” I demand, between hot kisses.

  He lifts me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. “It’d be my pleasure.”

  He keeps his arms locked around me, walking me through the first bedroom, past a shared bathroom, and into the second bedroom, with his lips latched onto my neck, sucking on my skin, determined to leave his mark on me.

  Throwing me down on the bed, he kneels in front of me, prying off my boots. I sit up on my elbows, watching him remove my socks before his hands trek up my jean-clad legs. “You are so fucking sexy,” he purrs, lowering his body flush against mine. I drop flat on my back as his mouth covers mine, and we kiss and grind against one another until we’re both panting.

  “I need you inside me, Caz.” I tug his shirt up his body, and he rips it the rest of the way off. He balls it up, ready to toss it aside before a mischievous glint appears in his eye. Angling his body, he purposely throws his shirt over the edge of the steel railing which partially conceals the upper level from the lower level. Anyone looking up here now wouldn’t be able to see us, but they sure as hell will hear us.

  If we’re loud enough.

  “I’m due some payback,” Caz winks, returning his focus to me, and I know he’s referencing the time Saint pulled me off him mid-thrust, leaving him with a bad case of blue balls.

  “How far are you willing to take it?” I murmur, popping the top button on his jeans.

  His grin is so wide it threatens to split his face. “As far as you want to, baby,” he replies, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down my legs along with my flimsy lace panties.

  “That is music to my ears, stud.” I sit up, yanking his jeans down, and palm his erection through his boxers. I trace his length with my fingers as he lifts my sweater and tank off me before unclipping my bra and flinging it aside.

  “You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby,” he says, gently removing my wrist from his dick.

  “And we’re like cliché city,” I joke.

  He grins, shoving his boxers down, freeing his thick shaft. I lean forward, and my tongue darts out, lapping up the bead of precum glistening on his crown.

  “Fuck yeah, babe.” He kicks his boxers away.

  “Louder,” I command before trailing my lips up and down his cock, sucking and nibbling his warm flesh.

  “Suck me, princess,” he all but shouts. “Just like that!”

  I grin as my fingers curl around the base of his cock, pumping him in slow, measured strokes. I want to prolong this and make it last because I need a marathon fucking session to remind me of who I am. To remember sex is just a physical act and that feelings have no place in my world.

  “Fuck my mouth, sexy,” I yell, opening my mouth wide and guiding his dick inside. I slide my lips up and down his shaft as he thrusts his hips at the same time. Grabbing the back of my head, he fists my hair, holding me in place as he fully takes over, rocking his pelvis into me as he rams his cock in my mouth. When his dick breaches the back of my throat, I almost choke, and he eases his hold on my hair and gentles his thrusting.

  I meet his eyes as he rocks inside me, startled to find so much emotion residing there.

  There’s a popping sound as I release him from my mouth, and his cock slides free. “Don’t go getting all soft on me, Caz,” I say in a low voice. “Don’t start treating me like I’m precious.” I stand, circling my arms around his neck, as his hot cock pushes against my stomach. “Fuck me hard and fast. Leave me so raw I’ll feel you inside me for days after.”

  His lips crash against mine, and our teeth clatter as we devour one another. He breaks the kiss first, grabbing my head on both sides in his meaty palms. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, Lo. Absolutely perfect.” His eyes pin me in place. “I’m never letting you go. We’re never letting you go. Tell yourself whatever bullshit you need to, but that is the only truth that matters.”

  He shoves me roughly on the bed, and I scoot backward, stretching my arms over my head and gripping the headboard as he parts my legs wide and lowers his tempting mouth to my pussy. He dives in, worshiping my cunt with his tongue and his fingers before his lips suck my clit hard. I’m writhing and moaning on the bed, extra loud for the audience below, and the sensations he’s coaxing from my body are out of this world. The crescendo is building, slowly and steadily, and then I rocket toward the sky, shooting upward in a blazing ball of fire as every inch of my body comes alive.

  My back arches off the bed as I come, and I scream out his name as wave after wave of euphoria rolls over me. I don’t have any time to recover before he’s lining his cock up at my entrance, and he slams into me in one hard, fast move.

  I cry out as he fucks me frantically, my body jostling as he thrusts into me, over and over, in punishing strokes that leave me stripped raw. The headboard knocks against the wall repeatedly as he fucks me, and we share a conspiratorial smile. “Harder,” I yell, and I’m not acting for the audience anymore. Wrapping my legs around his back, I tilt my hips up as he drives inside me, altering the angle while I grip his cock in my slick channel.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s like silk on my cock.”

  “I want on top,” I demand, and he slides out of me. Pushing him down flat on his back, I sit on his thighs and face him. “Hold still,” I warn, bracing my hands behind me on the bed, on either side of his legs, and lifting my body up. I move up a little, repositioning myself before slowly lowering on to his cock. I love this position because I have full control, I can set the pace, and this angle is perfect, his cock hitting me in the right spot to summon stars.

  I bounce up and down on him in controlled movements as he lies underneath me, w
atching me with an intense lens. He trails his hands up my calves, over my knees, and along my inner thighs. I rotate my hips in circular movements as I lift up and down, and he groans. “Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.” I pick up speed, bouncing up and down while his fingers find my clit and start rubbing.

  I throw my head back, and messy waves of my long dark hair fall down my sweat-dampened back as I ride him.

  My orgasm hits me out of nowhere this time, and I keep my punishing pace going, riding him fast and hard, as more blissful tremors tear through my body. I’m screaming and crying and whimpering, and a loud crash from downstairs has my lips curling into a smile.

  “You’re so wicked, baby,” Caz says, quietly chuckling while he takes hold of my hips and sits up. “But I love it.”

  He flips me onto all fours, brushing my hair to one side and planting a soft kiss to my neck. “This will be brutal because I need to come right now.”

  “Do your worst, sexy. I can take it.”

  He skims his lips down my spine, and I shudder all over as his touch does amazing things to me while his cock teases my entrance from behind. Then, all the teasing is over, and he jams into me hard, slamming in and out of my pussy, his cock destroying me in all the best ways.

  He roars out his release a few minutes later, and I feel his hot cum depositing inside me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me to my side, and we flop down on the bed, still joined, both breathing heavily. “I will never get enough of that,” he says, nipping at my earlobe. “Never get enough of you,” he adds, and those are the last words I hear as I drift off to sleep.

  I wake sometime later, still in the same position, with the black cotton sheet pulled up over our naked bodies. Caz’s arms are locked around my waist, and his body heat is like a furnace behind me. I guess he didn’t get much sleep last night either. His soft snores confirm he’s still out for the count, and I don’t want to wake him.

  Like a sneaky thief, I slowly extract myself from his grip and slide out of bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, turning around to look at him in a moment of weakness.

  He looks even more gorgeous in slumber with his tousled dark hair, full lips, and long, long lashes fanning sculpted cheekbones. My fingers itch with a craving to touch the light layer of stubble on his face, and my lips yearn to press against his lush mouth.

  Those alarming thoughts have me jumping up, almost tripping over the bag on the floor. Bending down, I open it, finding it full of my things. I guess Saint or Theo must have dropped it here at one point. I remove the box of tampons with an amused smile, wondering which asshole is keeping track of my cycle.

  Snagging my sweater from the floor, I tug it down over my slim shoulders. It hits just above my ass, so I pull a fresh pair of panties and sleep shorts out of the bag, shimmying them up my legs before I wander to the bathroom to relieve myself.

  After I’ve attended to business, brushed my teeth, and attempted to tame my sex hair, I head downstairs.

  My tummy rumbles as I hit the bottom step, and Theo lifts his head, eyeballing me. He’s stretched out along the length of the couch in front of a roaring fire with his tablet propped on his lap. “Where are the others?” I ask as I move across the floor in my bare feet.

  “Galen is sleeping, and after taking his aggression out on the TV, Saint is now working it out in the gym.”

  My eyes find the broken TV lying against the rear wall, the glass littered with splintering cracks. I smother my smug grin. “Gym?” I arch a brow as I perch on the arm of the couch.

  He jerks his head forward. “That small outbuilding you can see from the back window is our workout area.”

  I turn my head, spotting the structure behind the barn.

  “Caz still asleep?” he asks, and I nod. He clears his throat. “There’s some pasta in the kitchen if you’re hungry. I kept you both some.”

  “Sounds good. Thanks.” I jump up and walk past him.

  His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. His familiar touch is both comforting and troubling. We stare at one another. “I’m glad you’re okay, Lo. I hope you know how much I care.”

  I remove my hand from his grip, shaking my head as I continue staring at him, like he’s just sprouted an extra head. Does he seriously not get it? Or he thinks his words will magically make it all okay? “I know no such thing, Theo.” Remembered pain surges to the surface. “All I know is you have a habit of not being there when I need you the most.”

  Hurt flares in his eyes, and his shoulders slump. “Will you ever forgive me?” he asks in a low pleading tone, and pain lodges in my chest.

  I don’t reply, because I’m incapable of it, so I walk off toward the kitchen, fighting my thoughts and battling my emotions every step of the way.

  CHAPTER 8

  Harlow

  “WHAT HAPPENED TO your eye?” I ask Caz early the following morning as he strides into the bedroom with a towel slung low on his hips. His skin and hair are still damp after his post-workout shower, and he’s lick-worthy in the extreme.

  “What do you think happened?” He waggles his brows.

  I don’t even need to consider it. “He’s an asshole.”

  “He’s the definition of jealousy,” Caz says. “And it won’t get any easier because that’s who he is, and he’s off-the-charts possessive with you.”

  “He must learn to share because I’m not choosing.”

  “Saint doesn’t know how to handle love because he grew up without it,” Theo says, entering the bedroom I shared with Caz last night.

  Saint spent hours in the gym, and when he returned, he ignored me for the rest of the night. Galen stayed holed up in his room, and Theo was immersed in his tablet, so Caz and I cooked dinner together before retreating to bed for another few rounds of wild monkey sex.

  My limbs ache deliciously today, but other than that, I’m well rested, and I feel invigorated as we prepare to head out to the training facility.

  “What’s that got to do with anything?” I ask, packing my stuff back in my bag.

  Theo sinks onto the bed beside me. “You really need to ask?”

  I snort out a laugh. “Please don’t pretend like he’s in love with me. Lust maybe, but that’s all.”

  Caz grabs the towel off his hips, standing stark naked in front of us as he dries himself off. I lick my lips, pinning him with a sultry look, wishing there was time to fuck.

  “Saint never goes back for seconds, Lo,” Theo says, working hard to keep his gaze trained on me. “Yet he can’t get enough of you.” His eyes dart to Caz, watching him getting dressed. “What do you think that means?” he asks, swinging his gaze back around.

  “I’m the best fuck he’s ever had,” I say, zipping my bag. “And I’m on tap. There are many reasons. Love is the last one.”

  “We see the way he looks at you, princess,” Caz agrees, buttoning up his jeans. “He’s falling hard, and it’s fucking with his head.”

  Theo stands, taking my bag. “So, you needn’t go there.” He offers me his hand. “Cut him some slack.”

  I refuse his hand, climbing to my feet. “Why should I?”

  “Because you have feelings for Saint too, and it’s your dynamic with him that dictates the mood within the crew,” Theo says. “Shit is gonna rain down on us soon, and we need to be united.”

  “Perhaps, you should’ve had this little pep talk with Galen before he tried to murder me,” I hiss, snatching my bag from him and stomping out of the bedroom.

  If anyone is responsible for the current divide, it’s that asshole, not me.

  “You’ll ride with me,” Saint tells me when I step outside. “The others will follow in Caz’s ride.”

  I could argue, but I’d rather pick my battles, and I need intel on what I’m facing, so it requires a temporary ceasefire of hostilities.

  “Fine.”

  He narrows his eyes warily.

  “What?” I throw my hands in the air. “Would you rather I sassed you?”


  He takes a step forward. “I can deal with the sass, but nonconfrontational is a new look for you. Screw me if I’m suspicious.”

  Can’t fault his reasoning. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t enjoy fighting with you.”

  He raises a brow, and my lips twitch. “Well, not all the time,” I acquiesce. “I’d like to have a civil conversation about the training facility on the drive there,” I admit. “I want to be prepared.”

  “Why do you think I suggested we ride alone?”

  “Because you’re a jealous, possessive Neanderthal and you want to monopolize my time?”

  “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” He throws my bag in the trunk alongside his, before pushing his chest into mine. “Don’t confuse my desire to fuck you for anything else.”

  He’s so full of shit. We both know it’s more than that. His previous actions and words already prove it, but I’m not about to get into it with him.

  “It’s not me who’s confused,” I retort, pointing at Caz and Theo as they exit the barn. “Have a word with your buddies.”

  Galen appears in the doorway, and from the grimace on his face, it’s clear he’s still in agony and still rolling in self-pity.

  “And keep that fucking asshole away from me,” I add, turning on my heel and jogging to the passenger door.

  “What do you want to know?” Saint asks after we’ve driven a few miles in stony silence.

  “What can I expect from the skills test today?”

  “They built the facility in the middle of Mantiss Forest and—”

  “The Sainthood sure is obsessed with forests,” I interject.

  “It’s ideal burial ground,” Saint replies, glancing at me as he steers the Land Rover out onto the highway. “Perfect for disposing of enemies and annoying girls who interrupt people midsentence.”

  “I thought you loved my sass.” I kick my booted feet up on the dash.

  “I never said that, and get your feet down. Your boots are muddy.” He swats at my legs, and the car swerves on the road.

  “Do you have OCD?” I unlace my boots and kick them off. Planting my sock-clad feet back up on the dash, I smile mockingly at him.