I have no nerves as I follow last, singing along with Hayley Williams, clutching my bouquet in my hands, grinning as my guys watch me walk toward them with various adoring awestruck looks.
We hold hands in a circle as Tamara conducts the ceremony, and this time, I hear every beautiful word. My smile is so wide it threatens to split my face, and my heart is so full I half-expect it to burst from my chest.
She speaks of a commitment of the heart and the soul and how love transcends all. One by one, we speak the vows we each wrote, and I can’t hold my tears at bay any longer. I have to repeatedly pause when reciting my vows, overwhelmed with the love pouring into me from my four men.
“When I was young, I aspired to a love like my parents had,” I say, smiling at all of them. “I wanted to find that one person who owned half of my soul and bond myself to him for life. After I was kidnapped, I lost the part of my soul that believed in good things and I struggled to hold on to the notion that I deserved love. I couldn’t believe love was strong enough to mend the splinters in my heart and the damage to my psyche.” I smile through my tears at Theo. “You helped to restore my hope, but when we ended, I fell into a deeper well, and I did what I needed to, to survive. I shut off my heart to protect myself from ever feeling heartbreak again, and I closed myself completely to the notion of love.”
My chest heaves as I stop to draw a breath. “And it worked for a long time. I existed by numbing myself to all feeling, but I wasn’t really living. I never thought I’d find anyone worthy enough to crack through the shell I’d erected around my heart. Until I met all of you.”
My lower lip wobbles, and tears spill down my cheeks. “Just look at how far I’ve come,” I add spontaneously, laughing through my tears.
Saint lifts his hand, brushing my tears away.
Tamara smiles warmly, encouraging me to go on.
“I didn’t even cry at my father’s funeral,” I admit, my tears giving way to overwhelming sadness. “And I loved him so damn much, but that’s how closed off I was.” I let my gaze linger on each one of them in turn. “When all that stuff came to light about my dad, and I realized my parents’ marriage wasn’t what I’d thought it was, I would’ve convinced myself love didn’t exist, if I didn’t have you. Every day I struggled to accept what I now knew of the past, you were there, showing me what true love looks like and feels like.”
I lift my shoulders confidently, and the swell of love in my heart for these guys is irrefutable and infinite. “Love isn’t hearts and flowers or unicorns and rainbows. It’s messy. It’s real. It’s raw. It’s flawed. It hurts as much as it heals. But true love is life, because that’s what you’ve all breathed into me. I’m finally living because your love has broken through my walls, and you’ve reached deep inside me, reminding me who I am, demonstrating that love does exist and that I am worthy of it.”
I stop again, and my chest heaves with the weight of the love I feel for them. “I love you all now and for the rest of my life. You are the missing pieces of my soul I didn’t realize I was searching for. Now, I feel whole.” A serene calmness washes over me as the words resonate deep in my heart and soul.
I look to my left, at Theo, and we break our handhold so he can retrieve the box with our rings. I remove Theo’s first. “I thought of engraving your rings with a different message for each one of you, but I changed my mind. I love you all equally, even though what we share is uniquely different, because you all love and support me in different ways. But the sentiment is the same. I didn’t believe love existed for me—until I found you.” I let my gaze roam between them. “You are the only exception.” There’s a reason I’ve been hooked on this particular Paramore song for weeks. The words speak to my very soul, and there was no other fitting phrase to engrave on their rings.
I slide the bands on each of their fingers, fighting a fresh bout of emotion. “I want you to wear those words on your fingers and imprint them into your hearts forever more, because you are the only ones who were ever worthy of my heart, and you are the only ones who will ever own it.”
CHAPTER 19
WE’RE ALL GIDDY, and maybe a little drunk, as we leave the restaurant, spilling out into the dark, chilly nighttime air. Caz and I are walking ahead of the others. “Fuck, my balls are icing up,” Caz moans, wrapping his arms around his chest as we walk down the sidewalk toward the limo.
“Want me to warm them up, baby?” I purr, grinding my body up against his.
I shriek when he scoops me up into his arms, running toward the car. “Now you’re talking.”
The driver opens the door, and Caz slides me inside, slapping my ass as I scoot over in the seat. He clambers in behind me, and my fingers pop the buttons on his jeans, as I lick my lips in anticipation.
The guys have given me a truly memorable day. After the commitment celebration, we moved to a steak restaurant, where Theo had reserved a table in a quiet private nook. We dined on mouthwatering steaks and drank the finest champagne—courtesy of our new fake passports—and conversation was lively, as we took some time out to just enjoy ourselves. All the shit waiting in the wings will still be there when we return to Lowell tomorrow, and we made a deal not to talk about anything Sainthood related today. So, we laughed and kissed and touched, and I never want this day to end.
Caz groans as my fingers wrap around his hard length. Thank fuck, we have the privacy screen up.
Saint pops an eyebrow when he crawls into the limo, plonking his sexy ass in the seat across from us. “Starting the party without us, my queen?” he asks, tsking while his eyes drop to where I’m stroking Caz.
“What happened to princess?” I inquire, pumping Caz faster as he nips and sucks at my neck.
Galen and Theo get in the car, shutting the door behind them, and the limo pulls away from the curb.
“Our wife has never been a princess,” Saint says, and my heart blossoms in my chest. I will never tire of hearing that word leave their mouths. “She’s always been a queen.”
“Damn fucking straight.” I know Saint only coined the princess nickname to piss me off, and somehow, it stuck. It had grown on me, but queen has a much nicer ring to it.
I tug at Caz’s jeans, and he lifts his hips, letting me pull the jeans down so I have greater access. His cock stands proudly between his spread thighs, and I notice the way Theo’s eye’s latch onto Caz’s dick like heat-seeking missiles. I really hope Theo can find a way to come to terms with his feelings and act on his attraction to Caz, because the sexual chemistry is building by the day.
Saint glances at Theo before his eyes land on mine. He knows. He’s got to. There’s no way he and Galen don’t feel the additional sexual charge in the air.
Galen’s groans draw my attention away from Saint, and I squirm in my seat as I watch him pull his monster cock from his pants, stroking himself in measured strokes. I reposition myself so I’m kneeling between both of them. Lowering my lips over Galen’s shaft, I continue pumping Caz. They throw their heads back, and widen their thighs, grinning conspiratorially as I work them over at the same time. I glance over my shoulder at Saint and Theo. Both are watching with matching bulges in the crotches of their pants and dark, dilated pupils.
I alternate between Galen and Caz, switching between my hand and my mouth, focusing on Caz when he thrusts his hips forward and shoots down my throat with a loud “fuck.” Then I give my sole attention to Galen, swallowing his big cock until it hits the back of my mouth, sliding up and down his length while my fingers circle his base, pumping him fast. He explodes in my mouth just as we reach the hotel in a master feat of perfect timing.
The guys zip themselves up, winking at me as the driver opens the door.
We rush into the hotel, eager to get to the penthouse and properly celebrate our marriage. When the elevator arrives, Galen ushers me inside while Saint places his arm across the door, stopping anyone else from entering. The older couple, who were waiting for an elevator alongside us, stare down their noses at Saint as he bl
ocks them from joining us.
“That was rude,” I say the instant the doors slide shut.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Saint says, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“What are—” I shriek, cutting myself off, when he lifts the copious tulle layers and shoves his head up my skirt.
Saint’s hands part my thighs, nudging them aside, as Theo slides behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Relax and enjoy it, our queen.” His fingers move up over my exposed midriff, pushing under the hem of my crop top and up over my lacy bra. He tweaks my nipple between his fingers as Saint moves my matching lace panties aside, plunging two fingers inside me. I shriek again, and my head drops back on Theo’s shoulder. He continues toying with my breast as Saint pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Our wife is dripping,” Saint exclaims, removing his hand from under my skirt and shoving his fingers in his mouth. “Mmm.” He glances at the digital floor counter, smirking as he licks his fingers clean.
“That is so fucking hot,” I rasp.
Saint stands. “You taste like a sin I want to indulge in over and over and over again.” He roughly grabs my other breast, kneading it through my top.
The elevator pings, and Galen and Caz step out into our penthouse, already pulling their shirts up and over their heads. Theo sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me into the master bedroom while Saint trails us.
Theo places me on my feet by the bed, kissing me softly. Caz kicks off his jeans and boxers, standing buck-ass naked. His cock is already hard again, and I smile. My guys are like Energizer bunnies, with incredible stamina, and they are always ready to go.
The guys dispose of their clothing in record time, and then they descend on me like vultures, stripping me out of my wedding outfit as if it’s a team exercise.
I lean back against Galen as Theo slides my panties down my legs, leaving me standing there in just my stilettos.
“Heels on or off?” Saint asks his best friends.
“On” is the unanimous verdict, and I don’t protest as Saint throws me down on the bed. He climbs up one side while Theo climbs up the other.
“Ready to be fucked, my queen?” Saint asks, crawling between my thighs.
“Hell yeah.”
Saint dips his head to the apex of my thighs and feasts on me, using his fingers and his tongue to work me into a sweat while Theo aligns my mouth to his for a sensual kiss that sends shivers coursing through me. Galen and Caz sit on my vacant side, and their hands freely roam my body, fondling my breasts and running over my flat stomach and the raised scars on my arms and upper torso.
“Time to come for us, Lo.” Saint pinches my clit, and I damn near come out of my skin. I scream, bucking and writhing as his tongue laps at my essence. Saint is so good at that, and I could happily spend every waking minute letting him eat me out. My body spasms and jerks as my climax whips through me, rendering my limbs to Jell-O.
I don’t have time to recover before Saint penetrates me, slamming into me forcefully, gripping my hips as he fucks me hard and fast. The others continue kissing and touching me while Saint lays siege to my body. Then he flips me around, until I’m riding him, and Theo moves up behind me. Caz tosses him some lube, and I watch as their eyes connect, and something passes between them. Electricity crackles in the air, and I want to yell at them to just screw already, but it can’t be rushed, and they need to go at their own pace.
Theo peppers kisses along my neck and down my spine while he applies lube to his fingers before pushing them in my ass. I moan, pressing down hard on Saint’s cock as the feeling of fullness consumes me. Caz slowly strokes his dick as he watches Theo coat his cock with lube while he continues to finger fuck my ass with his free hand. Caz licks his lips, his gaze moving between me and Theo, and without looking behind, I know Theo is watching him too, well aware he’s turning one of his best friends on.
Theo throws the lube on the bed, and his hand moves around my front, as he presses up against my back. His fingers find my clit, and he gently teases it while Saint shoves his cock inside me with increasing speed. Caz groans, and his hips lift off the bed, his cock hard, the veins pulsing and straining on each side of his shaft. Theo moans, and I angle my arm back, looping it around his neck. I twist my head around to look at him, and his eyes are locked on where Caz’s fingers are wrapped around his cock.
The heat in Theo’s eyes causes a flood of warmth to gush from my pussy, and I clench and unclench around Saint’s cock, as liquid lust consumes me. Saint curses, ramming me down harder on top of him, as I pull Theo’s head toward me. Theo’s lips press against mine, and he holds my waist steady as he eases into my ass while our lips collide in a smoking-hot kiss that undoes me.
I growl into his mouth, and my body is no longer my own. I’m a riot of sensation. A mass of cells remaking themselves with every thrust and every touch. I transcend my body, existing in a realm where there is only unending pleasure and the men who know how to work my body into a frenzy with their skillful touches.
CHAPTER 20
SAINT CLASPS MY hips tight, taking control from below, slamming me up and down on his shaft while Theo ruts in and out of my ass while making love to my mouth. Heat sears into my skin where Caz drills a hole in my body with his dark gaze, and I feel the intensity of Galen’s attention too. It’s almost too much, yet not enough too, because I’m a greedy bitch and I want more.
I will always want more.
My eyes pop wide when fingers touch my clit, and I break my lip-lock with Theo, lowering my gaze to where Galen is rubbing two fingers back and forth across my sensitive bundle of nerves. He stretches forward, and our lips meld together in a searing-hot kiss. Lust is thick and heavy in my belly, and I clench around Saint, hugging his cock tight.
“Fuck. That’s it, my queen,” Saint says through gritted teeth. “Squeeze my cock just like that.”
Galen’s lips roam my body as his fingers stroke his length, and I’m dying to taste him again. Caz is lying on his side on the bed, fisting his cock and staring at where my tits are jiggling as I bounce up and down on top of Saint. He shoots me a flirty wink, and I poke my tongue out at him.
Saint roars, and that’s the only warning I get before his warm cum spills inside me. I feel it embedding deep, and it’s so fucking hot.
Galen’s mouth moves to my neck, and he pushes my hair aside, kissing that sensitive spot just under my ear as Saint pulses inside me, emptying every last drop into me.
I drape myself over Saint’s chest, kissing him deeply. “I love you,” I murmur into his ear.
He pulls my mouth back to his, biting down on my lip and drawing blood. “I fucking love you so much.”
Theo stops thrusting, holding my hips and keeping me steady as Saint slides out of me with a slick pop. Caz waggles his brows as he occupies the empty space, grabbing the base of his cock, stretching his skin tight while holding it out for me. Theo slips out of my ass, positioning me over Caz, situating me on his erection.
“That feels so damn good,” I purr, gently rocking up and down as I adjust to the feel of him. Theo flattens my body onto Caz, lifting my ass a little. I tug Caz’s lower lip into my mouth, sucking hard. His cock jerks inside me, and I cry out as Theo pushes into my ass again. Straightening up a little, I slam up and down on Caz’s cock while Theo fucks my ass. Theo’s fingers move low on my belly, and he plays with my clit while Caz squeezes my tits.
They thrust in perfect synchronization, and our bodies move beautifully together. I take turns kissing them, and I’m aware of the heated looks we’re all sharing.
“Fuck.” Caz moans, thrusting his hips up. “I can fucking feel you sliding inside her, man.”
“I know,” Theo says, his voice heavy with desire. “I can feel you too.” Their eyes lock, and my breath stalls in anticipation as I watch them stare at one another, the attraction potent and pulsing in the air. Caz’s hands drop lower on my body, and I take one of them, moving it down to where Theo’s fi
ngers still brush against my clit. Their fingers entwine, and they take turns rubbing my clit while rocking into me and eye-fucking one another.
It’s one of the most erotic moments of my life, and I can’t wait for Theo’s walls to drop, for him to let Caz in—pun intended—because I know it’s going to be epically dirty, and I’m already visualizing the dynamics, so aroused at the thought of them fucking one another.
I continue riding Caz while Theo pounds harder and faster into my butt. Galen is jerking himself off on the bed, and I gesture him forward with my fingers. Saint is sprawled out, naked, in a chair, swigging from a bottle of bourbon, observing and taking it all in.
He didn’t miss what just went down with Caz and Theo, and I’d love to burrow inside his brain, to know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t look upset or disgusted or alarmed, but Saint is a master at masking his true feelings, so who knows? I blow him a kiss, and he grins, seductively licking the rim of his glass, making me laugh.
Galen crawls toward me, and the lust-drenched look in his eyes sends delicious tremors of anticipation zipping all over me. I love the way Galen fucks me. Taking what he wants without apology and drilling his big dick inside me like he wishes he could properly impale me. Seriously, I can’t ever get enough.
“Stand at the side of the bed,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
He gets into position, fisting his hand in my hair, tugging my head back. My body arches with the movement, and Theo grips one hip as Caz holds on to the other, ensuring they are at the right angle to continue fucking me. Opening my mouth wide, I let Galen in, giving myself over to pure sensation again, ignoring everything but the way the three of them are taking me.
The only sounds in the room are skin slapping skin, a chorus of moans and groans, and the occasional expletive.
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