Saint stands, quickly shedding his clothes, and I lick my lips as he reveals his drool-worthy body. Galen and Theo climb off the couch, repositioning me along the length of it while they work on removing their clothes. Caz is already naked, sitting on his favorite recliner with his legs spread, his hand stroking his hard cock, while he drags his gaze over my naked body and slyly watches Theo undress. Our eyes meet, and Caz doesn’t disguise the hurt and the longing from his face. Neither of them has said anything to me the past few days, but I’m planning on taking Theo to my bed tonight, and I’m coaxing it out of him.
I’m not the only one who’s noticed something is off between them although they’ve been making an effort to talk and act like nothing has changed. But living in such close quarters, and being as close to the guys as they are, it’s impossible to hide the fact something is wrong.
Saint kneels on the end of the couch and lifts my legs around his waist as he slides inside me in one expert thrust. His eyes latch on mine as he lowers his head to kiss me, and I run my fingers along his shorn, velvety blond locks, closing my eyes as I focus on all the things he’s doing to my body. He fucks me hard and fast, jolting my body as he rams into me, and it doesn’t take him long to climax.
Caz thrusts inside me next, and I suck Theo off while Caz fucks me. Tension is ripe in the air, especially when Caz and Theo lock eyes while they pump into my body, and there is so much unsaid that is swirling around us, altering the atmosphere. Caz screws me like a man on a mission, his jaw firm, eyes focused, body taut and glistening, as he ruts into me relentlessly, as if it can exorcise the demons who taunt him.
Galen sits on the floor, planting kisses all over my body, before his fingers find my clit and he vigorously rubs me. I come apart as Caz spills inside my cunt and Theo shoots ropes of salty, hot cum down my throat.
The instant he’s done, Theo snatches his clothes up and races upstairs without saying a word. A muscle clenches in Caz’s jaw as he pulls his sweatpants up and heads to the gym in a similar silent fashion.
“What the fuck is going on with them?” Saint asks, running a hand back and forth across his neck as he looks in the direction Caz took off.
“They’ll work it out in their own time,” I say, not wanting to betray either of their confidence. Although, if they don’t get their shit together soon, they’ll have to fess up. Galen and Saint are no dummies, and they’re probably already close to guessing the truth.
“My turn,” Galen says, grabbing the arm of the couch as he hauls himself up.
I move to sit up, but Galen shakes his head. “I need your pussy, angel. It’s been too long.” We’ve been kissing and making out all week, but sex has been out of the question with our mutual injuries.
“I’m yours,” I tell him, opening my legs wide. “Spear me with that monster cock,” I tease, licking my lips as I visually feast on his throbbing erection. Beads of precum glisten on the crown of his cock as he lowers to his knees on the couch. His face contorts painfully, and he hisses behind gritted teeth. He shouldn’t be doing this yet, but I’m not about to tell him how much pain he can withstand.
“You want help?” Saint asks, coming toward us.
“Fuck off, Saintly.” Galen glares at his cousin while lining his cock at my entrance. “I’m capable of fucking my girl without assistance.” He eases inside me, and I moan as he gradually fills me up.
Galen fucks me hard, even though I can tell he’s in pain, but he doesn’t have it in him to fuck me slowly, and I know he wants to get off inside me.
“Saintly,” I snap, clicking my fingers. “I need your mouth.” He crawls toward me, and our lips collide in a scorching-hot kiss as his cousin penetrates me with his hard cock. Saint slides his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his hard-on and jerking himself off as he kisses me and fondles my tits.
Galen roars, shooting his load inside me in a combination of pleasure and pain. Never one to leave me unsatisfied, he slumps to the floor, leaning forward and pushing his fingers into my pussy. He adds another digit, roughly pumping in and out of me, and I come all over his fingers as Saint jerks off onto my tits.
“I’m dead,” I moan, unable to move, my body satiated and practically stuck to the couch.
“Welcome to the club,” Galen purrs, flopping on his back on the ground. “But if this is what death feels like, you can kill me any time.”
CHAPTER 8
I WAKE UP alone on Saturday, shocked when I glance at the clock to see it’s one o’clock in the afternoon. The guys literally fucked me into a deep sleep. Not that I’m complaining. I grab a shower, pull on a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a lacy black tank and wander downstairs in search of my guys.
I find them in the study, huddled together, talking quietly over mugs of coffee.
“What are you whispering about?” I prop my hip against the door frame, eyeing them suspiciously.
Saint jerks his head up, Theo stiffens, Caz bites on the corner of his lip, and Galen’s Adam’s apple jumps in his throat, confirming my suspicions.
My eyes narrow to slits as I step into the room. “If you’re cooking something up without me, you can fuck off.” I plant my hands on my hips, glaring at them. “I’m not putting up with this bullshit again, so spill.”
“No need to get your panties in a bunch, princess.” Saint stands, sauntering toward me with a shit-eating grin. “We were always going to tell you.”
“So, tell me.” I challenge him with a deadly look.
“We will. When you’re less pissed.”
I slap his chest, growling and snarling. “If you’re trying to annoy the crap out of me, you’re doing an excellent job.”
“Babe.” He grabs the nape of my neck, holding me firmly in place. “You trust us, right?”
“I don’t know,” I hiss. “Do I?”
“Princess.” He shakes his head. “Don’t go pissing me off because we both know how that’ll end.”
“With me choking on your cock?” I try to keep the hope from my tone, but I’m a lost cause when it comes to these guys and sex. I literally cannot keep my hands, or my thoughts, off them. This week has proven that. Even injured, I’ve been indulging my addiction several times a day.
“You are so fucking perfect, Harlow.” Saint yanks my mouth to his, kissing me hard, landing a slew of drugging, bruising kisses on my lips.
“Baby.” I grab his ass through his sweatpants, speaking in between kisses. “You know I hate stuff being kept from me.”
He grinds his hard-on against me, and my pussy pulses with need. “We needed to discuss it first,” he admits, winding his hands in my hair. “There will be occasions where we have guy stuff to discuss or occasions where you need to let us protect you. You can’t bust our balls every second of every day when we’re doing it for you.”
“Want to test that theory?” I arch a brow, rubbing my pelvis against his, my eyes rolling back in my head as the bulge in his pants presses against my zipper. “And now you’ve made me horny.”
“You’re perpetually horny,” Caz pipes up. “I fucking love it.”
“You guys make me crazy wet,” I admit. “It’s becoming problematic.”
My cell phone vibrates in my pocket, and I step away from Saint to answer it, smiling when I spot the caller. “Commander. Where are you?” I ask by way of greeting.
“At the gate. Let me in,” Diesel says, hanging up before I can answer.
I can’t contain my grin as I slip my cell back in my pocket. Diesel is one of my favorite people on the planet, and I’ve missed him.
“Commander?” Saint grits out, gnashing his teeth, letting me know he knows exactly who I’m referencing. “Man, I really fucking hate that dude.”
“We know,” I drawl, rounding the desk and punching the button to open the entrance gates. I stab Saint with a piercing look. “I can’t decide if your jealousy is hot as fuck or irritating as fuck.” I prod my finger into his bare chest. “And I haven’t forgotten you owe me a conver
sation.” My gaze bounces between the four of them. “All of you.” I send them one final heated glare before I head outside to welcome my trainer and friend.
“Hey.” My smile is genuine as I watch Diesel climb out of his Land Rover and stalk toward me.
Very gently, he pulls me into a hug. “It’s so damn good to see you, Harlow. I was going out of my mind with worry.”
“I’m fine.”
His eyes probe mine. “Are you really?” He looks over the fading cuts and bruises on my arms. “How badly do you hurt?”
“I’m good. Honestly. It hurt like a bitch at the start, but it’s manageable now. Stop worrying.”
“That’s a virtual impossibility when it comes to you.”
I ease out of his hold, feeling the weight of the stares boring into my back. “You know better.” I tsk him. “It’ll take more than a petty bitch to knock me down.” I take a proper look at him, noting the deep purple shadows under his bloodshot eyes and the extra growth on his chin and cheeks. His hair is a little longer, curling around his ears. “You look like shit. Do you ever sleep?”
“It’s been a while,” he admits, dragging a hand through his hair. “I came straight from an overseas mission into a messy situation in Rydeville, and now I’m here. I haven’t had time to sleep.”
“You’re staying the night,” I tell him. “And I’m cooking you a proper dinner.”
He ruffles my hair, pressing a kiss to my brow. “Tempting as that is, I value breathing.” He narrows his eyes, staring over my shoulder. “I don’t trust that punk not to slit my throat in my sleep.”
“You’re smarter than you look,” Saint says, and I hear the smugness in his tone.
“Saintly.” I spin around, glaring at my lover. “Knock this shit off. I fucking mean it.” It’s getting so old.
“Stay if you want,” Theo says, tugging Saint back inside. “We have lots to discuss.”
“I’ll take a rain check. I need to meet with the boss man, but I can stay for a couple hours.”
I loop my arm in his. “Come on inside. We’ll talk over brunch.”
Saint yanks me away from Diesel, pulling me over to the stairs. Diesel stalls, ready to spill blood for me, and I shake my head, telling him to leave it. “What the fuck, Saint?” I ask, as he manhandles me up the stairs.
“Put a fucking bra on,” he hisses, dragging me down the hallway to my bedroom. “I can see your fucking nipples, and that pervert is not getting a show.”
“You are certifiably insane.” I roll my eyes as I enter my bedroom. “You know that, right?”
“Bite me.” Saint slams the door, leaning back against it, folding his arms, and fixing me with a stern look.
I look in the mirror, and my nipples are poking through my thin tank. I shrug, whipping it off. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” I say, wanting to press his buttons. “They’re only nipples, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen them before.”
“Don’t fucking push me, princess.” He rubs his temples, and I silently fist pump the air. Annoying Saint is one of my favorite pastimes. Not least because it often leads to the rough, angry sex I crave.
“Or what?” I stalk to the door, pushing my bare breasts into his naked chest. “Will you punish me, Saintly?” I nip at his lower lip. “Please punish me,” I purr in a breathy tone. “Put me over your knee and slap the shit out of me.” My eyes darken as I flash him a grin. “Or impale your cock in my ass and fuck me until I repent.”
“Jesus. Fuck.” His head slams back against the door as his hardening cock nudges against my stomach. “You will be the death of me. I’m convinced of it.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. We both know you fucking love it.”
He claims my mouth in a hard, grueling kiss, and I’d love nothing more than to let him angry fuck me, but Diesel is downstairs, and he’d know what we’d done. I made a promise to myself that I would never rub my relationship in his face, because I know he has feelings for me.
Reluctantly, I pull back, grabbing a bra from my dressing table and putting it on. Saint watches me redress, his eyes glued to my tits, the bulge in his pants straining against the material.
Saint grabs me to him, cupping my boobs through my bra. “You have the best tits, princess. I’m going to fuck them later.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease, opening the door.
He hauls me back against his hard chest. “Damn straight, babe. I never say anything I don’t mean.”
We rejoin the others downstairs. Theo and Caz busy themselves in the kitchen while we sit at the table, nursing fresh cups of coffee. “Is there any update on the DEA asshole?” Galen asks, sliding his arm along the back of my chair.
“I have a meet arranged with him for later in the week, but he’s still refusing to play ball,” Diesel admits. “However, I did glean some new intel. I had a guy on my team run a background check on Agent Howie Young and I found something interesting.”
“Do we have to drag it out of you?” Saint asks, impatiently tapping his fingers on the wooden tabletop.
Diesel ignores him, focusing on me. “Agent Young is on an extended leave of absence. As far as his superiors are aware, he’s spending time with his family.”
“He’s gone rogue,” I surmise. “You were right. This is personal for him.”
Diesel nods. “It’s got to be. It also means he obtained the recording of McKenzie’s murder illegally.”
“If that’s the case, how did he manage to get The Bulls off the hook for Parker’s murder?” Theo asks, setting a plate piled high with pancakes on the table.
“My guess is he fed that to a buddy who called it in legit. He couldn’t have pulled that off otherwise,” Diesel says, helping himself to a few pancakes and some of the crispy bacon Caz sets down.
We all tuck in as I digest this new info in my head. “So, last time you talked to him, he said he was going after The Sainthood, and Ruben was his informant, so he was using The Bulls to get to The Sainthood. Now we know he’s not on official business, it can only mean that taking The Sainthood down is personal for him.”
“Meaning we have a shared agenda,” Saint says, quickly connecting the dots.
Diesel sets his silverware down. “You want to broker a deal?”
I shrug. “It’s just a suggestion, but if we share the same goal, maybe we can work together in exchange for him giving us that recording.” I don’t want that hanging over my head. If that gets handed over to the authorities, I could be sent to jail.
“The guy is shady as fuck,” Diesel says. “I could propose it, but we risk exposing all of you, and that makes me uncomfortable. I don’t trust the guy. Who’s to say he won’t tell Sinner as a means of buying his way in to the organization?”
“It’s too risky,” Saint agrees, sighing. “But we need to get the recording back.” He drills Diesel with a look. “He could hang Lo with it.”
“He hasn’t so far,” Caz says. “Why?”
“He knows it’s leverage,” Theo says, sipping his coffee.
“I’ll get it back. You’re not going down for this,” Diesel reassures me, and everyone hears what he’s not saying.
Knowing Diesel would kill for me does strange things to my insides. Good strange things, because understanding I have strong backup reassures me more than he could ever know.
“We’ll get it back,” Saint butts in, challenging Diesel with a dark look. “Lo is ours to protect.”
I roll my eyes and count to ten in my head. When I’m calm enough, I speak. “Just meet him and sound him out without committing anything or exposing us. Don’t make any rush calls, Diesel, and whatever we decide to do, it must be a joint decision between all of us.”
“Agreed, and I’ve got a man watching him. If he makes a move, we can put it to a vote then.”
“Good.” I shovel some bacon in my mouth, washing it down with orange juice.
“What about your initiation tasks?” Diesel asks. “Has Sinner backed off?”
/> “For now,” Saint confirms. “The explosion bought us some time, but he’ll be on our case again soon.”
“Have you come up with any new ideas?”
The guys share looks around the table, and it brings me back to earlier. Whatever they were discussing was something to do with this. I’d put money on it. They had insinuated the same the day Mom came to the barn, but I’d forgotten to bug them about their comment later.
“I’ve thought of something,” I say, already knowing the guys will not discuss whatever their suggestion is in front of Diesel—not when they haven’t discussed it with me. “A plan for how to handle the commissioner’s assassination. But we’re going to need official help to pull it off.”
“Why are we only hearing about this now?” Saint swivels in his chair, glaring at me.
I jab my finger in the air. “Pot. Kettle. Black.” I pin him with a smug look as I toss my long, dark hair over my shoulders. “You’re really not in any position to criticize.”
His glare darkens, and a shiver tiptoes up my spine. Angry Saint turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.
“What’s your idea?” Diesel asks, pushing away his empty plate.
“Sinner needs to believe I’ve done it, because he needs to think I’m loyal to him, and it’s the only way I’ll get him off my back. So, what if we set up a fake assassination? We bring your boss and the commissioner into the plans. Set him up in a location that works, get him to wear a bulletproof vest loaded with fake blood, and I take him out. We put out false media reports confirming he’s dead while the commissioner goes into hiding. Sinner will lower his guard because he’ll think the threat has ended with the commissioner’s death, but it might just draw out the person who has the evidence we need.”
CHAPTER 9
FIVE SETS OF stunned eyes land on me. “What? You don’t think it’ll work?” I probe.
“I think it’s genius.” Theo waggles his brows.
“I think I’d love to get inside your head,” Diesel adds, smiling.
“Among other places,” Caz murmurs under his breath before I give him the stink eye, and he shuts up.
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