Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(12)
“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.”