“Climb on my cock,” he demands, gripping my arms and helping me to get resituated.
Rain cascades down my spine as I lower myself over his cock, and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes, welcoming the droplets of water as they fall onto my face, washing some of the mud away.
Saint thrusts up inside me, and I groan, moving my hips as I start bouncing on him. Nimble hands roam my body, painting streaks of mud along my stomach and over my breasts, and his skillful fingers tweak and pull at my nipples, sending a flurry of pleasure to my core. Liquid warmth floods my cunt, and I whimper as every nerve ending on my body electrifies.
He curses as I clench around his cock, picking up my pace and riding him harder and faster. Outside the forest, rain crashes in voluminous sheets to the ground, and thunder rumbles angrily across the sky. A flash of lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating the Lexus in the distance. I knew the guys wouldn’t leave or intrude, because they understand how much Saint needs this. How much I need this.
Saint sits up abruptly, pulling my legs around his waist, while his arms secure around my back. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I lean in and kiss him, adoring this position because I can hold him close as he ruts inside me. “I love the way you fuck me.” I cry out as he slams into me, drilling his point home, plunging his cock in deep, hitting the perfect spot from this angle.
“I will never get enough of this, of you.” He moves his hands to my hips and controls our thrusts. We rock against one another in perfect sync, and the crescendo is building in intensity inside me. He bites at my neck and my collarbone, leaving teeth marks all over my breasts. I welcome the sting, followed by the soothing brush of his tongue as he laves at the bruised, broken skin, and I dig my nails into his back, clawing a path up and down his muscled torso.
His lips return to my mouth, and the sound of skin slapping against skin and the feel of his hard cock claiming me over and over, sends me over the edge, and I come gloriously, squeezing his dick as he roars, spilling his hot cum deep inside me.
We cling to one another as we come down from our high. His dick softens inside me, but he doesn’t pull out, and I don’t want him to. Cradling his head against my chest, I run my hands all over him, needing him to feel my love soul deep. He hugs me tight, nestling his head against my boobs and closing his eyes, letting me touch him and love him and soothe away his pain.
I don’t know how long we stay there, with our arms wrapped around one another, still joined, in our own little world, while the storm rages outside.
But inside, the storm is fading. Glimmers of sunshine burst through the dark clouds and the rain dries up, leaving a serene sense of calmness in its place.
CHAPTER 37
STRONG ARMS ENCASE me from behind and Saint’s large palm rests on my belly when I eventually stir from sleep. We fell into bed together last night, exhausted, not bothering to dress or dry our hair after a quick shower. I can already tell I have a bird’s nest on my head and that I’ll need another shower. Warm breath tickles my eardrum, and a shiver works its way through me as I nestle against him, and his tempting morning wood presses against my ass. “Keep doing that and I’ll shove my dick inside,” he murmurs in a sleep-drenched tone.
Reaching around, I grab his erection and pull it to my pussy, easing the tip inside. “Fuck me like this. I need you,” I rasp, my throat dry from the effects of last night.
Saint slides inside me in one slick move, and I push my ass back into him, holding his palm on my stomach, as his shaft glides in and out of my cunt. Arching my head to one side, I offer up my neck so he can kiss it. We fuck slowly, never changing position, and he drives into me from behind in measured strokes while lavishing kisses along my neck.
After we come, I turn around in his arms, pressing my face to his chest, while his arms pull me close. The barn is quiet, and although I don’t know the time—because I haven’t looked at my cell yet—I know it’s way past time to get up. I’m guessing the others went to school, deciding to let us sleep in.
“Thank you for last night.” His gruff tone sends a rake of fiery shivers cascading over my heated skin.
Lifting my head, I look at him through hooded eyes, tracing swirling patterns on his chest with my finger. “We’re a team. All of us. And you and I.” I press a kiss to his skin, and his chest rumbles with pleasure. “I’m not saying you can’t take time for yourself when you need it, but please don’t push me away. I love you, and I want to be there for you.”
“I know that, and it wasn’t about you.” He cups my face, smiling at the knotted mess that is my hair. “I don’t want my darkness to infect you.”
“Darkness is a part of who you are. And it’s a part of me too. Your darkness sings to my darkness,” I tease, wanting to lighten the mood. “Your darkness doesn’t scare me,” I add, feeling instinctually this is what he thinks. “If anything, it turns me on.” I run my fingers along the stubble on his chin and cheeks. “I love every part of you, and you never have to hide anything from me.”
He sits up straighter against the headrest, pulling me with him. “I never dared imagine this for myself,” he says, trailing his fingers up and down my arm. “I scoffed at love.”
I snort, snuggling in closer to his side. Tell me something I didn’t know.
“I didn’t purposely shut you out, Lo.” He tips my face up with one finger. “I just reacted on autopilot. The others are used to me. They let me lick my wounds, and then Galen is usually the one bandaging me up after.”
I sit up fully, palming his beautiful face. “They can still do that, but you need to make room for me.”
“I don’t have to make room, my queen.” He takes my hand, placing it over his heart. Steady beats thrum under my fingertips, soothing any leftover frayed parts of me. “You’re already there.”
“How are you feeling today?” I ask, peering into his slightly bloodshot eyes.
“Like I drank my weight in whiskey and my wife rode me raw in the middle of a storm on a muddy forest floor.”
My grin is instant and wide. “It was hot as fuck.”
He tugs on my earlobe, and I shriek. “You’re hot as fuck.”
I peck his lips, moving my hand up to his face again. “Seriously. Are you okay? About what you learned?” He needs to talk about this, not bottle it up.
“I’m pissed,” he admits. “I grew up thinking my mom abandoned me. That I wasn’t worthy enough of her love. That shit hurt, but I never allowed myself to think about her, because she hadn’t earned that right.” Air whooshes out of his mouth, and his lips pull into a grimace. “Then Sinner started dropping hints, suggesting there was more to the story, but I didn’t indulge it. I couldn’t. We have too much shit going on. But last night changed all that.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “She cared enough to risk her life by running away when she was pregnant with me.” His chest lifts in a shuddering breath. “That changes everything. She’s not the pathetic, weak bitch I’d built her up to be in my mind.” Tears well in his eyes, before he brushes them away, and a cold, hard glint replaces the emotion. “That bastard stole my mother from me. And why?” He shakes his head, shrugging. “It’s not like he ever wanted me.”
“No one takes anything from him,” I quietly say. “It’s always about power and control.”
Saint nods, absently dragging his fingers across my collarbone and the swells of my breasts, stirring desire in my belly again. “I hate him, Lo.” His baby blues pin me in place. “Like really loathe him.”
“I know, baby.” I knead the knotted muscles in his shoulders.
“I stopped myself from going after him about a hundred times last night. I want to fucking end him,” he says, through gritted teeth. “But I can’t fuck things up. There are too many balls in the air. I’m just worried I won’t be able to hold back, because I want to rip him apart. I want to stab him over and over and over again. To hurt him in all the ways he’s hurt me.”
“We have even more reason t
o make him pay now. And he will, Saint. He’s going to pay for all the ways he has hurt us.”
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“Are you sure this is wise? Maybe we should drop by school and pick the others up?” I suggest, glancing at Saint from the passenger seat of my Lexus. He insisted on driving, and I didn’t argue, because he needs to take back control, and I’ll do what I can to help him feel more secure in himself.
“Sinner’s issue is with you and me. Let’s leave them out of it.”
I nod, trusting him to play this the right way.
Sleek, freshly washed and dried hair falls over my shoulder as I peer out the window, watching the landscape flash by. The rain eventually stopped in the middle of the night, but large puddles fill the potholes in the road, and moisture clings to the grass and tips of the trees as we drive the long way around Prestwick Forest.
Saint parks directly outside Sainthood HQ, cutting the engine. “Follow my lead in there, but…intervene if I lose my temper.”
I stretch over the console and kiss him. “I’ve got your back, and you’ll keep your cool.”
We walk hand in hand inside the enemy’s lair, taking the stairs two at a time until we reach the upper level where the offices and meeting rooms are.
Saint raps on his father’s office door twice before opening it.
A naked blonde with giant fake tits is bouncing on Sinner’s cock like it’s a new sport. Glancing over her shoulder, she licks her lips as her gaze roams Saint. “Wanna join in?” she asks, deliberately ignoring my presence. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a father and son.”
Sinner sits back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head, flaunting that shit-eating grin I hate so much.
Saint smirks, slinging his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in close. “Nah. I don’t fuck nasty whores. Got my queen right here, and she’s the real deal.”
“Unlike your plastic tits,” I deadpan, while she continues bouncing on Sinner’s dick like they don’t have an audience. Sinner makes no move to get rid of her, grabbing her hips and slamming her down harder on his cock. She moans on cue, and I roll my eyes. “Welp, it seems you’re over my mother.” I grace him with a sickly-sweet fake smile, knowing this will push him into action. “So, we don’t need to talk.” I move to turn around. “We’ll let you get back to her piss-poor replacement.”
“Ow!” The woman cries as Sinner flings her off his dick, sending her tumbling to the ground.
“Get the fuck out,” he roars, not even looking at her as he stands. His gross dick is still hard, bobbing against his toned stomach. The woman grabs her clothes from the floor, clutching them to her chest, shoving against us in her haste to exit the room. Saint slams the door shut after her with his booted foot.
Sinner stares at me as he slowly bends, pulling his jeans up his legs, taking his sweet-ass time tucking his disgusting cock away.
I honestly think he thinks I’m into him.
There are no words.
Plastering a bored look on my face, I hold his stare as he gets dressed, refusing to let him get to me.
“Sit,” he snaps, thrusting his dirty-blond hair back off his face before reclaiming his seat. We take seats in front of his desk, side by side, leaning back casually, both eyeballing the bastard, waiting for him to make a move. “Where is your mother?!” he shouts. A vein throbs in his neck, and his muscles strain with tension.
“I don’t know,” I truthfully reply.
The desk rattles when Sinner thumps his fist on the wood. “Stop. Lying. I know you know. That you helped her.” He glares at Saint. “And you!” He jabs his finger in his son’s direction. “Have you forgotten where your loyalties lie, boy?”
Saint digs his nails into his thigh. “Hardly. We took care of the scene, didn’t we?”
That was for Mom’s benefit, but Sinner’s arrogant enough to believe that falsehood.
Spit flies out of Sinner’s mouth, and his nostrils flare as he leans across the desk, pinning me with a lethal look. “I’d put money on you being the one who put ideas in Giana’s head. She’d never pull a gun on me without provocation.”
Laughter spills from my lips. “You clearly don’t know my mother at all, because I had nothing to do with that.”
“You should be thanking Lo,” Saint says. “She’s the one who stopped Giana from pulling the trigger.”
Sinner scoffs. “Giana would never have pulled the trigger. She loves me.”
I don’t correct him, because that will only cause an argument. I want this conversation over so we can get out of here before his son pulls the trigger. Saint promised he would cage his rage, but his pain is raw, and coming here today was risky. However, we knew Sinner would only come to us, and it’s better to be in control and prepared. I’m also hoping to manipulate him a little so he doesn’t go searching for Mom.
“If you love her as you say you do, you should give her some space. She’ll come back to you when she’s ready,” I lie.
Sinner’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why would you want that?”
“I never said I wanted it. She’s my mom, and I want her to be with someone who respects her. Not someone who hands her to his perverted friends to rape.” I shrug my shoulders, granting him another sugary-sweet smile. “But she’s an adult. She makes her own decisions. And for some unknown reason, you’re what she wants.”
An arrogant smile spreads across his mouth. I’m not surprised he’s fallen for the bullshit because he really does believe his own press.
“You said you had an update in relation to the commissioner,” Saint says, gripping the armrests hard. “Let’s hear it.”
“Always so impatient.” Sinner tut-tuts, reaching into the top drawer of his desk, removing a pair of plastic gloves. He puts them on before extracting a small brown envelope from the same drawer, passing it across the desk to me. “The instructions are in there. The commissioner is opening a new wing at the Lowell Public Library on Saturday afternoon. A friend owns a private apartment building directly across from the library, and the rooftop garden is the perfect vantage point. You can take him out and then escape through the rear access gate which is only for employees. I’ve included the codes to his security system so Theo can disable it.”
I tuck the envelope in the back pocket of my jeans, nodding.
“Go to the warehouse and take whatever weapon and artillery you need,” he adds, directing that statement at his son.
“Lo has her own equipment,” Saint confirms.
“I bet she does.” Sinner taps his fingers off his chin, staring at me. “Don’t fuck this up. And don’t even think about double-crossing me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I lie.
“Lo is done with initiation when she kills him,” Saint reminds him, gripping the armrests tighter.
“That’s already agreed,” he says, as if his word can be trusted. We all know he can change his mind in an instant.
“What’s happening with The Arrows?” Saint asks.
“The shipment is due in tonight. We have a crew lined up to tail them. Then we hit the warehouse Friday night. I expect all of you to be there.”
“We’ll be there,” Saint says, standing and pulling me to my feet.
“Tell your mother she can’t hide from me forever.” Sinner scrubs his prickly jawline. “I’ll give her some space, but if she takes too long, I’m coming for her. There is no place she can hide that I won’t find her.”
A nasty shiver crawls up my spine, and I don’t even dignify that with a response.
Saint has his hand on the door handle when Sinner calls out one final time. “Son?”
Saint grits his teeth before hurriedly composing himself. He turns around, feigning disinterest.
“Let’s make Saturday a family affair.” He grins manically. “Take Bryant with you.”
CHAPTER 38
“HOW THE FUCK does he know about me?” Bry rubs a hand down his face while pacing the floor in front of the fireplace. We updated
Theo, Caz, and Galen, when they arrived home after school, while we were waiting for Bryant to show up. It’s his first time at the barn, but we’re low on places to meet. Besides, everything is out on the table now, and he shares a bloodline with Saint, so the trust issue is pretty much a non-issue at this point.
“Sinner has informants everywhere.” Theo crosses his feet at the ankles.
“Then how come he hasn’t found the Leydon evidence that was stolen from him?” Bry asks.
“Maybe he’s perpetuating that lie because it suits him. Maybe he already has it back in his possession,” I suggest as the thought occurs to me.
“And you killing the commissioner ends the threat once and for all,” Saint adds, dragging his hands through his hair. “Fuck, you could be on to something.”
I place my hand on his thigh, squeezing in understanding.
Trying to figure out who is playing who and why is starting to give me a permanent headache too.
“Does he know about Howie?” Bry inquires. Concern stretches across his face.
“That’s probably how he made the connection,” Saint surmises.
“Howie is pissed you wouldn’t let him come with me.” Bry props his butt against the arm of the couch.
“I don’t fucking care,” Saint snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“He knows he fucked up, but he’s genuinely sorry.”
“He left me with that monster,” Saint snarls. “It’s not something I’ll forgive overnight, if ever.”
Bry gulps. “Fair enough.” He wets his lips, clearing his throat. “But I hope you and I can start over. Wipe the slate clean.”
Caz walks between the couches, setting a plate loaded with sandwiches and wraps down on the coffee table as he chuckles. “Aw, does Unky Bryant want a play date with his cute little nephew?”
Saint leaps from the couch, tackling Caz to the ground. Bry looks on in amusement as they roll around, throwing a few punches and jabs. Grabbing a chicken wrap, I munch on it while I watch the big kids play-wrestle on the ground. “Will you tell Howie that Sinner knows?” I ask when Caz and Saint quit messing around, climbing to their feet with matching grins.
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