Theo shouts my name as he comes in my ass, his cock thrusting deep as he spills inside me. I feel his cum dripping down the backs of my thighs, and the instant Galen rubs my clit, I burst apart in a harmony of sensual beats.
“Let’s switch,” Caz says, lifting me off his dick while Theo climbs off the bed. Their arms brush in the exchange, and I watch with bated breath as their eyes meet, and time seems to stand still. They stare at one another, chests heaving, skin glistening with sweat, as the scent of sex swirls through the air. Galen comes around the other side of the bed, climbing up and positioning himself underneath me, watching Theo’s and Caz’s intense sexually charged stare-down.
Galen looks at me, and I see the acknowledgment there too.
It’s clear now that Galen and Saint are obviously aware of the attraction building between their two other friends. But they’re guys, and I doubt either of them will discuss it unless someone else broaches the subject. As much as I’d love to know their thoughts, I promised myself, and Theo, that I wouldn’t interfere, and I’m sticking to my guns.
Galen pulls me down over his cock as Theo breaks his eye lock with Caz, shooting him a shy smile as he grabs a beer from the bucket on the bedside table and walks over to where Saint is sitting, flopping into the chair beside him.
Galen moves inside me, reclaiming my attention, and I lean down, kissing him hard. My walls hug his thick, long length, and I scream as he thrusts up into me, hitting my cervix. Caz climbs back on the bed, behind me, nibbling at the skin on my shoulders, dragging his fingers reverentially down along the ink on my back as he coats his cock in the cum Theo left behind. It’s so fucking hot, and liquid heat gushes from my pussy, causing Galen to curse.
I look over my shoulder, and Theo is rooted to the spot, watching Caz slide his cock up and down the seam of my ass. Caz swirls his fingers around the salty cum covering my asshole, and in a deliberate move, he turns his head to Theo while shoving his fingers into his mouth.
I shatter on top of Galen’s cock, coming explosively, so turned on by Caz’s dirty attempts at seduction that I’m no longer in any control of my body.
“Fuck her,” Theo demands, his voice deep and gritty. “Fuck our queen deep and hard.”
I’m reading between the lines, and I’m guessing Caz is too as he slams into my ass without warning, and I scream. He owns my ass, pounding into me hard, and I wonder if he’s imagining I’m Theo.
Looping my arm back around his neck, I pull his head to mine, pressing my lips to his ear, and whisper, “Imagine I’m him. Fuck my ass as if you’re fucking his ass. I want to know what that feels like.”
Caz loses control, slamming in and out of me, his breath oozing out in exaggerated spurts. “You know what I’m imagining, queenie,” he grunts in my ear. “I’m imagining fucking him while he’s fucking you.”
“Oh God.” I moan, and I’m so close to the ledge again. Galen’s hands are all over my body, tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit, and I’m like a live wire, thrashing and jerking around on top of his cock while my other husband claims my ass.
“And him fucking me while I’m fucking you,” Caz adds, roughly grabbing both my tits, pushing Galen’s fingers aside. I’m lifted off Galen’s cock until only the tip is inside me as Caz plasters his chest to my back, keeping me upright while he rocks his hips and his cock in and out of my ass.
He roars, bucking his hips and squeezing my tits as he comes, spilling his seed into my ass.
Is it gross to want to shove my fingers into my puckered hole, to swipe my fingers in their joint cum and paint every inch of my skin in it?
“The thought of having you both at once turns me on so much,” Caz admits into my ear.
“Trust me, I know.”
A broad smile crosses his face, and he kisses me one final time before dropping flat on the floor, placing a hand over his stomach, with his chest heaving as he attempts to come down from his sexual high.
“Now you’re all mine,” Galen leers, hauling me down to him for a punishing kiss.
“Now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I challenge when our lips pull apart.
He pinches my nipples, twisting and turning them, and a jolt of pleasure darts to my core. “I always know what I want, Lo.” He whacks my ass. “On all fours, angel.”
I obey his command, licking my lips as he lines up behind me, sliding his cock up and down my slit and in between the cracks of my ass.
“You’re so fucking hot, angel,” he says, thrusting inside my cunt in one expert move.
I move, pushing my ass back into him as he pummels my pussy from behind. His fingers dig into my hips, in a way I know will leave bruises, but I welcome them.
I want my guys’ fingerprints all over me and their cum filling my body.
Always.
I will never get enough.
CHAPTER 21
“YESTERDAY WAS OFFICIALLY the best day of my life,” I admit as we leave the hotel the following morning. We’re all tired, existing on only a few hours of sleep, because we stayed up most of the night fucking. My body is aching and worn-out, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know, every time I move today, my exhausted limbs will remind me of the many ways my guys proved their love last night.
Saint arranged for someone to drop the Land Rover at the hotel so we could go straight to school. As much as I want to stay in bed with my new husbands all day, missing two days of school might reach Sinner’s ears, and we don’t wish to ruin the surprise before tonight’s meeting, because there’s no fun in that.
I cannot wait to see him go postal when he finds out we’ve thwarted his perverted plan.
“Today sucks,” Caz says. “I’d much rather be balls deep inside you than listening to Batshit Branning boring me to tears.”
“We have every other night, babe,” I say, leaning back to mess up his hair.
“And we still have to christen our bed,” Galen reminds us.
“Thank you for yesterday and last night,” I say, beaming at all of them as my fingers move over the console, finding Saint’s hand. His fingers thread through mine, and he squeezes. “It was the best wedding day and night I could have asked for.”
“We’re glad you enjoyed it,” Theo says, “even if someone did ruin the wedding cake.” He drills a look at Saint through the mirror.
Saint flashes him one of his signature smiles. “I wouldn’t say smearing wedding cake all over our bride’s naked body, and then licking her clean, was a waste.”
“That should be a new tradition,” Caz agrees. His lips twitch. “A nicer version of the wedding brownie.”
I burst out laughing, glancing at my watch. “I think that’s a new record for you.” Caz decided to choose a wedding-themed word of the day today, and we had great fun reading through the options on the urban dictionary after we came out of the shower.
“That is seriously disgusting,” Theo admits, wrinkling his nose. “I’m down for most things, but poop play is definitely not something I’ll ever understand, let alone try.”
“Poop fetishes seem strange to me,” I agree. “And I’ll never go there, but to each their own.” I shrug. If that gets your rocks off, so be it. I’ll never kink shame.
“Rings in here,” Theo says, popping open the lid of the box, as Saint pulls into the parking lot at the school. We need to keep our marriage a secret until after the meeting, so we all place our wedding bands in the box, entrusting them to Theo’s care. I reposition my engagement ring on my middle finger before getting out of the car. Saint weaves his fingers through mine, and we walk into the school building, ready to face whatever this day throws at us.
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“You need to wait here,” I instruct when we reach the barn after the longest fucking day of my life. Today snailed by—like every time I looked at my watch, it seemed as if time had stood still, but I shouldn’t be surprised. When I’m anticipating something, the day usually crawls by, yet when I’m dreading something, the
day flies by so fast it’s as if time fast forwarded. “And turn around,” I add, heading toward my Gran Turismo. “I’ll be a few minutes, and no peeking.” Caz’s head pivots a little, and I stomp over to him, placing my hands on my hips as I stand before all of them. “I went to a lot of trouble for these wedding gifts, and you’re not going to ruin them by spoiling the surprise.” I jab my finger in Caz’s direction. “Behave or no sex for the rest of the year.” He opens his mouth to protest, clamping his lips shut when he sees the glare on my face. “Theo, keep them in line, or I swear I’ll give all your pubes a trim.”
Galen’s lips twitch, and warning drips from every pore in Saint’s body. “Itchy pubes are no joke,” I tell Galen, smothering a snort of hilarity and ignoring the dark glare coming from his cousin. “Ask Saintly. He can tell you all about it.” Figure that will distract them long enough for me to get inside and get the pictures up on the wall.
I leave Saint steaming, attempting to ignore telling them the story, while I lug the frames inside, one at a time.
Ten minutes later, I have them up on the walls, and I stand back to admire them. Damn. They are seriously hot, if I do say so myself. Pushing strands of damp hair back from my brow, I open the front door and call them inside.
“Thanks for that,” Saint drawls, pursing his lips as he strolls past me.
I shrug, failing to hide my grin. “You can always punish me later.” I tug on his arm. “Wait a sec. I want to show you together.”
Theo and Caz stand beside Saint while Galen takes up the rear.
I usher them forward, stopping in front of the framed nudes of me now hanging on the wall. “Ta-da.” I stretch my arms out, turning around so I can see the expressions on their faces.
“Holy fucking shit!” Galen exclaims, stepping in closer. He runs his fingers over the glass in the place where his name is printed in mock graffiti.
“I got one for each of you,” I explain. “That’s why the poses are different, and I wrote a personal message for each of you.” It’s not lengthy as I didn’t want to detract from the sexy photo, but I wanted to individualize them.
“The photographer better have been a woman,” Saint growls, his gaze skimming across all four photographs.
I roll my eyes. He’s utterly predictable, but it’s reassuring in a way. “I didn’t want you up on a murder charge, so, yes, it was a woman.”
“These are beautiful, Lo.” Theo pulls me under his arm, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“They’re perfect,” Saint agrees. “You look like a fucking queen.”
Warmth blooms on my cheeks. “Well, I couldn’t look at those Godawful tacky posters with their airbrushed bodies and plastic tits any longer.”
“Massive improvement,” Caz says, pecking my lips. “Thanks, queenie. I love mine.” His eyes glint mischievously. “Now I have something to jerk off to when you’re not around.”
“That’s an added bonus,” I agree, smirking. “Just try not to get cum on the glass.”
“We’ll have to cover them if Granddad is dropping by,” Saint says. “Unless you’re happy for me to slice his head off his shoulders.”
I’m tempted to argue, just to push his buttons, but I think better of it. These photos remind me of the best day of my life, and they are for my guys’ eyes only.
It doesn’t matter that Diesel has seen me naked.
These are not for his viewing.
“I’ll get something we can throw over them for when he visits,” I agree.
We shower and get changed, preparing to leave for the meeting at Sainthood HQ. The guys are wearing their leather cuts over black shirts and black jeans. I dress in black skinny jeans and my scuffed boots with a tight black and red T-shirt on top. I zip up my black hoodie and tie my hair into a high ponytail. We all tuck our guns in our jeans, and I strap my knife to the outside of my thigh.
“Don’t forget this,” Theo says, approaching me with the necklace Diesel gave me. He fastens it around my neck.
“Thanks. You still have the recording of my initiation meeting safe and close at hand, right?”
He nods. “I’ve backed it up to a couple places, and I have a password-protected file on my phone. When we need it, I can pull it up in seconds.”
“Good.” I exhale heavily. Sinner will lose his mind when he realizes we have incriminating evidence on him and the board. Especially when the commissioner gets “taken down.” That recording proves they set it for me as a task and that the motive behind his assassination came from them. We’re holding this in reserve to pull out when we need it.
“Okay.” Saint stands in front of us, folding his arms. “These meetings are usually a shitshow,” he explains. “An opportunity for Sinner to lord his power over us. I’m not going to tell you what to do, only stay sharp and be smart. Let’s not antagonize him in front of other junior chapter members because he won’t take kindly to that.”
“We need to pick our battles.” I tug the zipper of my hoodie up under my chin. “I got it.”
Theo distributes our wedding bands, and we put them on, agreeing to keep our hands under the table during the meeting so we don’t tip him off early.
I let Galen take shotgun, and I jump in the back, sitting in between Theo and Caz. Galen blasts rock music, and we don’t talk as Saint drives us to Prestwick for the meeting.
He pulls into the parking lot, gliding into a vacant parking space, alongside a truck and a couple of motorcycles.
“Watch your backs,” Saint warns as we get out. He rounds the hood, taking my hand, and we walk into the devil’s lair.
CHAPTER 22
THE LOWER LEVEL of the building is a lot like The Bulls warehouse we torched. A narrow hallway opens out into a large space. Stools are lined up under the counter of a bar that resides on one side with a myriad of couches, tables, and chairs on the other.
Several men in leather cuts are dispersed across the room, many with scantily clad young girls sprawled across their lap.
Club paraphernalia lines the walls alongside the entrance to the small kitchen. Facing the bar are two pool tables, and a bunch of older members lifts their heads from their game, nodding at Saint and the guys. A couple eye me with blatant interest, and Saint gnashes his teeth at them.
“This one’s possessive,” a guy with a shock of thick red hair says. “But not for long, according to my intel.” He licks his lips, letting his gaze freely roam my body.
Saint tilts his head to the side, and Caz grabs the man, shoving him into the wall before thrusting his fist in his face. The guy slumps to the ground, out cold, and an icy chill infiltrates the room. Eyeballs are glued to my back, and nervous adrenaline prickles underneath the surface of my skin.
The guy’s friends simmer and seethe, but they say nothing.
The dynamics within The Sainthood are fascinating to me. That the guys get away with this, purely because Saint and Galen are in positions of leadership within the junior chapter, and they are related to the current president, is unbelievable.
“The bedrooms are back there,” Saint explains, pulling me away from the pool tables and pointing to the corridor on the left. “And these are the stairs to the upper levels that house the office and meeting rooms.”
We trek up the stairs after a couple of younger members, and Saint leads me along the hallway, past a few closed wooden doors, and through the double doors at the very end. I press on the necklace to automate the recording software as we walk across the worn hardwood floor.
All conversation mutes, and every person in the room looks at us. About fifteen guys are sitting around the rectangular wooden table in the center of the room, and they nod their heads in acknowledgment.
“Gentlemen.” Saint steers me to the end of the table, pulling out the chair on the left side for me. “This is Harlow Westbrook.”
I jerk my head up, offering a tight smile as I glance at the guys around the table. “Sup.”
A chorus of greetings whips around the table from all but a coupl
e of guys, who sit near the end, eyeing me warily. And I get it. Most probably don’t want women in the organization; however, they’ve no choice but to suck it up, because it’s the president’s order.
A few more bodies filter into the room as Saint sits down beside me, at the end of the table, and Galen takes the seat across from me. Theo slides in next to me with Caz claiming the seat beside Galen.
Footsteps thud across the room, claiming my attention, and I smile as Bry walks toward us.
“Hey.” He nods at the guys. “Lo.”
“Bry.”
He sits in the empty chair beside Theo, surreptitiously handing him a folded note. Theo passes it to me, and I slip it into Saint’s waiting palm. Saint dips his head, reading the details of The Arrows next shipment. He jerks his head at Bry, in a barely there acknowledgment, and I kick him in the shin. Saint narrows his eyes at me, and I pin him with a look that tells him not to fuck around. Bry has come through for us, and this hostile shit ends now. He needs to start treating him with more respect.
“Thanks, man,” Saint says, and he almost sounds sincere.
I’m about to kick him again when the doors burst open, heralding Satan’s arrival.
“Welcome, my little cherubs,” Sinner says, stalking into the room with the bald creep I hate. He’s rubbing at his shoulder, and it gives me immense pleasure to know I inflicted pain. Sinner occupies the seat at the head of the table, and the creep sits on his right-hand side. “I see we have our new female initiate with us today,” Sinner adds, smiling like the cat that got the cream when his eyes land on me.
It hasn’t escaped my notice I’m the only female here, confirming what I’ve suspected all along—Sinner’s “we’re letting women into the ranks” statement is a load of bull. It was a ploy to trap me, to control me, and nothing more.
The creep’s mouth curls in a sneer, and he levels me with a look suffused with venom, making an obscene gesture with his fingers, which I ignore, despite the distaste flooding my mouth.
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