“Princess.” Saint tosses his keys on the kitchen counter, scrubbing at his prickly jaw. “Your call.”
“I don’t know,” I truthfully admit. “And my brain’s too tired right now. Let me sleep on it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Saint agrees.
“You two head upstairs,” Theo says, gesturing toward me and Galen. “We’ll grab some supplies and follow you up.”
Galen and I drag our weary bodies up the left-side stairs, gawking at the new addition to the first bedroom. The new bed Theo had delivered is a monster that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It would probably sleep eight, so there’s more than enough room for all of us, but I’m a little worried about an elbow to the ribs during the night, and it seems Galen is on my wavelength.
“I can’t wait to test that bed out,” he says, shooting me a wicked smile. “But I’m likely to kill one of those motherfuckers if they touch me during the night.”
“It can wait,” I agree, taking his hand and pulling him into the second bedroom where a comfy king-sized bed awaits us. “We’ll sleep in here tonight.” I help Galen get undressed first before changing into my sleep shorts and flimsy tank. Then I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, and climb into bed beside him.
Saint and Theo appear in the room, carrying a tray loaded with bottles of water, pain meds, additional bandages, and a bowl filled with chopped fruit. “Thanks,” I whisper as Theo sets it down on my bedside table, conscious of the soft snores rumbling from Galen’s chest. He’s already out for the count, and it won’t take long for me to follow him to the Land of Nod.
I lean up on my elbows because the movement isn’t as jarring on my sore ribs, dutifully opening my mouth for Theo to pop a couple pills in. He brings a bottle of water to my lips, tipping the cold liquid into my mouth, washing the pills down. Then Saint feeds me some of the fruit, and I smile at both my guys, my heart swelling with their tender care of me. They each drop soft kisses on my lips, and I could get used to them looking after me.
Caz appears behind them, dressed in a pair of gray sweats that hang loose off his hips, highlighting the defined V-indents I love so much. Saint and Theo pull back, letting Caz in closer. He leans down, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “Liking what you see, babe?” he teases, rubbing his nose against mine.
“Always, dude. Never doubt that,” I say over a yawn.
“Sleep, princess.” Caz tucks the covers around me. “Sweet dreams.” He blows me a kiss as my eyelids flutter, and I’m vaguely aware of them tiptoeing out of the room before my mind shuts down.
I wake the following morning groaning as pain slices my head in two and spears through my ribs. It feels like I’m burning from the inside out, and I hate feeling so weak. Galen is still asleep, his face contorted in pain even in slumber. I press a soft kiss to his cheek before hauling my aching body out of bed and into the shower.
The cool water is a welcome balm to my overheated skin, and I feel a lot better after I’ve dried, freshened up, and changed into fresh pajamas.
Poking my head over the railing in the bedroom, I look down at the main level, but it’s deathly quiet downstairs. The others are obviously still sleeping. I sneak a peek at the bedroom next door, smothering a giggle when I find Saint stretched out in the big bed all by himself. I’m guessing the other two slept in their bedrooms across the other side of the barn.
“What’s so funny?” Galen asks from behind me, his voice deep, and I turn to find him blinking his eyes and yawning.
“Your cousin is spread-eagled across the big bed, looking like all his wet dreams have come to life,” I joke as I slide back under the covers. I grab a bottle of water and the pill bottle, swallowing a couple before offering them to my bed buddy.
“He probably spent half the night imagining all the dirty shit he wants to do to you in that bed,” Galen says before knocking back his meds.
“Speaking of dirty shit.” I move my hand under the covers, placing it on top of his cock. He is hard beneath his boxers. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
“Aren’t you sore?” he asks, but he can’t disguise the hungry look in his eyes.
“Yep, but I can manage,” I reply, stroking him through his boxers. The honest truth is I need this with him, with all of them, to help me feel like myself. And we could all use the distraction. Sex is one of my go-to coping mechanisms, and a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs won’t stop me from getting my rocks off.
Galen’s eyes roll back in his head when my fingers slip under the band of his boxers, meeting his soft velvety flesh. I give him a few quick pumps before withdrawing my hand and pulling the covers aside along with his boxers. “I won’t be able to blow you because it hurts too much to bend over, but I can give you a hand job.” I’d love to ride him, but it’s out of the question because we’re both too injured, which fucking sucks.
“We can sixty-nine,” he suggests.
“Or I can take care of our girl while she takes care of you,” Saint says, drawing both our gazes to where he stands, buck-ass naked, in the doorway between the two bedrooms.
I look at Galen, and he nods. I smile at Saint. “Get your sexy butt over here.”
Saint saunters toward the bed, his erect cock jutting proudly from his hot body, licking his lips and devouring me with his eyes. “Lose the clothes, princess,” he demands, placing one knee on the bed and leaning down to kiss me. My mouth opens for him, welcoming his greedy tongue, and I whimper into his gorgeous mouth as he stokes my arousal to dizzy heights in no time. Desire pools low in my belly, and I groan when Saint nips at my lower lip as Galen runs his fingers up and down the exposed skin on my arm.
Saint helps to remove my top, flinging it on the floor as I lean down to kiss Galen, while his cousin drags my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. Galen ravishes my mouth, his urgent need for me matching the growing heat building between my legs. We settle our heads on pillows, angling our faces so we can kiss as my fingers wind around his wide girth and I begin stroking him again.
“That’s it, princess,” Saint purrs as he spreads my legs. “Pump his cock. Rub your thumb over the tip,” he commands, and I break away from Galen’s lips to watch my thumb dragging along the glistening precum resting on the crown of his cock.
“Fuck.” Galen drags out the word, softly jerking his hips up as my hand glides up and down his hard length.
Saint is sweeping his fingers up and down my legs, getting close to the apex of my thighs.
“Agh.” I cry out the second Saint’s fingers slide inside me and his hot tongue flattens against my clit.
“That feel good, angel?” Galen asks, tilting my face around to his as his fingers knead my breast.
“So damn good,” I rasp, crashing my mouth down on his as I kiss him with everything I’m feeling.
I quicken my pace, pumping Galen in long, fast, measured strokes until he’s moaning into my mouth, yanking fistfuls of my hair, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and bucking into my hand. “I’m going to come, angel. Don’t stop, babe. Keep going, just like that.”
Saint curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, and I cry out as I feel my climax building in intensity.
I rip my lips from Galen’s, working his shaft harder, and all three of us watch as his balls lift, and he blows his load, spraying ropes of salty cum across his toned abs and over the sheets, coating my fingers in the sticky substance. Galen flops back on the bed, grabbing my face and kissing the shit out of me, as Saint continues working me over from between my legs.
When I cry out into Galen’s mouth and my hips arch, almost lifting off the bed, Galen releases my lips, caressing my face as he urges me to come. “That’s it, angel. Come all over Saintly’s face.”
“Come for me, dirty girl,” Saint croons, his voice thick with lust. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”
I explode all over his face and his filthy mouth, screaming as the most intense orgasm lays cl
aim to my body. My ribs are burning as I writhe on the bed, but I barely feel the pain over the waves of heavenly pleasure shooting through me.
“Damn, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Galen admits. “I can’t fuck you, but my cousin can.”
I open my eyes, staring at Galen as he stares at Saint.
“What do you say, princess?” Saint asks, climbing up the bed and biting my earlobe as his hands move to my bare chest. “You want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” He fondles my breasts while planting hot openmouthed kisses all over my neck.
“Hell, yeah.”
Needing no further encouragement, he carefully slides me down the bed until my legs dangle off the edge. He nudges my legs apart, lining his straining cock against my entrance.
“Fuck me, Saintly,” I demand, reaching my hand up to his chest. “No treating me like I’m a doll. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me soar to the stars.”
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he says, slamming into me in one rough thrust.
I scream, and there is no way Caz and Theo aren’t awake now.
Saint pounds into me like a madman, holding my legs around his hips as he takes possession of me. Behind me, Galen’s grunts claim my attention, and I watch as he repositions himself lower on the bed so he can kiss and touch me. His hand is stroking his cock as he plays with my tits, pinching my taut nipples, sending pleasure-pain sensations rippling all over my body.
Galen jerks himself off as Saint fucks me, both roaming their hands over my body until we’re all damp with sweat, our skin flushed from exertion, close to the edge.
“You close?” Saint asks Galen, and he nods.
“Angel?” Galen sucks my lower lip into his mouth.
“I’m almost there,” I rasp, moaning as Saint shoves harder and faster inside me. He drops one of my legs, using his free hand to vigorously rub at my clit, and I’m scaling the mountain faster and faster.
We come together, moaning and writhing, as we all milk our pleasure until we’re sated.
Saint collapses on my other side, curling his long, hot body around me as Galen kisses me softly.
“Hmm.” A dreamy smile ghosts over my mouth, and my gaze flits between both guys. I caress their faces at the same time, gently cupping their cheeks. “I dreamed of a Lennox sandwich so many fucking times, but nothing compares with reality.”
Saint’s lips lift in a smug grin as Galen buries his nose in my neck.
“Get used to it, princess.” Saint brushes his fingers against my hip. “Because that definitely won’t be your last Lennox tag-team fuck.”
CHAPTER 5
“HAVE YOU DECIDED what to do with the slut?” Saint asks an hour later when we are all seated at the dining table. Caz and Theo set plates piled high with eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast in the middle of the table, and the guys descend like vultures who haven’t been fed for a week.
“I have a plan,” I say as Theo sits beside me, scooping up food and depositing it on my plate. I smile, kissing his cheek as Caz distributes mugs of steaming-hot coffee. Angling my head back, I offer him my mouth, and he drops a quick kiss on my lips.
Saint clears his throat, because he’s an impatient fuck, and I toss him a smirk. “We should let her go,” I say, savagely biting into a piece of crispy bacon.
“Why the fuck would we do that?” Galen stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Because this vendetta her family has against us must end now. We have bigger fish to fry, and the Tamlins will only distract us.”
“I agree with Lo,” Theo says.
Caz snorts. “Course you do.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you can’t say no to her.” Caz holds up his palms. “Don’t shoot the messenger for telling the truth.”
“If I don’t disagree with Lo much, it’s because she usually speaks the truth and her decisions are always solid. That’s the reason, asshole, not because I’m trying to suck up, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Wow, dude. You’re making a big fucking deal out of nothing. It was just an observation.”
“Well, it’s a fucking wrong observation,” Theo barks, and I look between the two of them wondering what the actual fuck is going on.
Has something happened I don’t know about?
Saint clears his throat again. “You two pussies done snarking at each other?”
A muscle clenches in Theo’s jaw, and I slide my hand under the table, placing it on his thigh. He flinches, and I stare at him, silently asking the question. He grips my hand as I move to pull away, linking his fingers in mine.
“You sure about this?” Saint asks me, pretending like the atmosphere isn’t thick with tension.
“No, but it’s the smart way to play it.”
Honestly, I want to go nuclear on that bitch’s ass. She tried to murder us, and she deserves to die. But if we take her out, her daddy will come after us with everything he’s got. We’re currently weakened with Galen and me injured. Plus, I still have my initiation tasks to deal with, along with discovering the identity of the mole within The Sainthood. We’re hoping the mole can help us uncover the evidence we need to put Sinner and the board away for the kidnapping and murder of Daphne Leydon, the police commissioner’s wife, a woman who was also the niece of the current US president. And I’d really like to stop Saint’s dad before he marries my mom.
Those are our priorities—not that vengeful bitch.
“We have enough on our plate right now,” I add.
“And it doesn’t mean we can’t come after her later for payback,” Saint suggests, onboard with the plan.
“I think we knock her about a bit and then return her to her daddy with a warning,” I say, squeezing Theo’s hand. He’s here, listening to the conversation happening around him, but not really here. I cast a quick glance at Caz, and he looks pissed. Something has definitely happened, and I need to get to the bottom of it.
“I say we go one step further,” Galen adds, swallowing his last mouthful of eggs. He’s ditched the sling, and he’s wincing every time he lifts the damn fork to his mouth, but I don’t bother calling him out on it, because he’s stubborn as fuck and he won’t listen to a word I say. “We’ll call the new president of The Bulls and tell him what they tried to pull. Let him dole out punishment.”
I nod, liking that plan more.
A beeping sound echoes from the wall-mounted panel by the door, claiming our attention. “What’s that?” I ask as the guys trade wary expressions.
Theo is already on his cell, stabbing buttons. “What the fuck?” he mumbles, his eyes darting to mine.
“What is it?”
“It’s your mom,” Theo replies. “She’s at the front gate.”
“My mom is here?” My jaw slackens.
Saint straightens in his chair. “How da fuck does she know about our place?”
“I haven’t told her.”
“We know, angel.” Galen rushes to reassure me so I know they aren’t accusing me.
“Maybe your dad told her,” I suggest.
Saint shakes his head. “He doesn’t know the location. He must know we have our own place, but he’s never asked, and I’ve never offered.”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know,” I say, watching Theo text Mom the code for the gate.
“I guess we’re about to find out.” Caz stands, heading toward the kitchen.
I climb awkwardly to my feet, walking out with Saint to greet her.
“You okay with this?” he asks as we wait outside for Mom’s car to appear.
“It’s not like I have much choice.”
“You still don’t trust her.”
“Do you?” I peer into his blue eyes, seeing my answer there. “Exactly. I don’t like this. This is your safe place. Your sanctuary. I hate she knows where it is.”
“It makes me wonder what else she knows.” Saint folds his arms across his impressive chest.
“Yeah, me too.” My
brows pucker. What the hell is Mom playing at?
“You’re still worried about her,” Saint adds, and it’s a statement, not a question.
I give him a terse nod. Mom has disappointed me so much these past couple of months, and I’ve lost faith in her, but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to her. I don’t know what her motives are, but Sinner’s are pretty clear—he wants to punish both of us for what he perceives to be a betrayal. No matter what has happened between us, she’s still my mother, and I can’t let him hurt her, because it’s the right thing to do and because my father trusted me to keep Mom safe.
“I’ve been getting daily reports from the guy I have at the house.” Saint shoves his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. I forgot he’d hired a guy he knows and trusts from within The Sainthood ranks to do “odd jobs” around the house, under the guise of keeping an eye on Mom. “Sinner hasn’t been around a lot, but when he has shown up, he’s pissed, and that’s never a good thing.”
“I know. I’m scared he’s going to kill her.” The asshole is deranged and depraved enough to do it even though he claims to love her.
“We won’t let that happen, and Giana is stronger than you give her credit for,” he says as Mom’s car rounds the bend, heading our way.
“Maybe.” I’m being noncommittal on purpose. Lately, Sinner’s been beating her up and doing nothing to disguise it, which worries me, along with the fact Mom appears to be letting it happen. That doesn’t instill confidence.
I step forward as Mom parks in front of the barn and kills the engine. She hops out, making a beeline for me. “You shouldn’t be outside, Harlow,” she chastises me, gently pulling me into her arms. “You should be resting.”
“Why are you here, Mom?” I ignore her so-called concern.
“I want to make sure you and Galen are all right.”
“You couldn’t just call?”
Hurt skates across her face, and I feel like a bitch. Until I remember all the lies she’s telling me, and my tinge of remorse evaporates.
The Sainthood : A Dark High School Romance (The Complete Series) Page 59
