Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(123)



His fingers wind through my hair, and he pulls my mouth down to his, kissing me possessively. “How about I’ll discharge myself now, and you can blow me the second we get home?”

I roll my eyes again. “You’re incorrigible.”

“But you love me.” His eyes shine with the truth.

“I do.” My smile fades. “You scared me. There was so much blood.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, my queen.” He brushes hair off my face. “We’re going to grow old and gray together.”

“I love the sound of that.” Happy tears well in my eyes.

“Hey, man,” Caz leans forward, squinting to clear his sleepy gaze. “Glad you’re awake.” A frown mars his brow. “Why does it say Mr. Westbrook on the chart by your bed?”

“’Cause that’s my name,” Saint coolly replies.

My eyes pop wide, and my jaw slackens as I stare at the chart. I hadn’t noticed it before now. “You’re going to do it? You’re seriously taking my name?”

His eyes probe mine. “Is that okay?”

“Yes! Of course,” I splutter, as tears stab my eyes again. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. I’m done being a Lennox.”

I’m not in the least bit surprised. “You don’t want to take your mom’s surname?” I inquire, because that might seem more logical. Plus, I’ve no issue taking that name. It was Lennox I had the issue with because I want no ties to that bastard rotting in hell. But Mrs. Harlow Young has a nice ring to it.

“No.” Saint goes quiet. “I don’t want to share a name with another man who has let me down.”

I know he’s not referring to Bry. I nod, cupping his face, my eyes wet with tears of the emotional kind. “Then Mr. Westbrook it is.”





EPILOGUE


10 Months Later



THEO UNLOCKS THE front door to our two-story beachfront property, stepping aside to let me walk in first. I drop my keys on the hall table, kicking off my sneakers, as Theo and Galen follow me into our new house. “What time did Caz and Saint say they’d be home?” I ask, strolling into the large open-plan kitchen and dining room, heading toward the French doors at the rear.

“They’re planning to leave the garage early. Caz said he’ll grill steaks.” Galen snakes his arms around me from behind. “Where do you think you’re going?” Brushing my hair to one side, he nips at my neck with his teeth.

“It’s still warm outside. I thought I’d study by the pool until my other two husbands get home from work.”

It’s only been one month since Theo and I started at Brown, but I’m already drowning in assignments, and I intend to stay on top of my studies.

“Boring,” Galen singsongs in my ear, his hands trailing lower on my body, igniting a furnace inside me.

“Don’t tell me you’re caught up on your assignments already, because I’ll never believe that,” I murmur, fighting a moan.

Galen applied to Brown too, but he wasn’t accepted, so he’s studying business at Providence College. Most days, he drives the forty-minute journey with Theo and me although we brought all our cars with us to Rhode Island, even my dad’s Gran Turismo.

“Nope, but I’ve one word for you.” His fingers slide beneath the waistband of my jean shorts. “Priorities.”

I twist around in his embrace, circling my arms around his neck. “I think I like where this is going.”

“Me too,” Theo adds, dumping his book bag on the island along with his tablet. He saunters toward us with a lopsided grin, sliding his body behind me, grinding his hips into my ass.

“Fuck, you two don’t play fair,” I groan, as Galen pops the button on my jeans, dragging my zipper down.

“Don’t pretend you’re complaining,” Galen teases, sliding his hand into my panties and cupping my bare pussy.

“You can’t get enough of our cocks,” Theo adds, squeezing the cheeks of my ass.

“Guilty as charged,” I moan, riding Galen’s hand.

Galen chuckles when I pout as his hand leaves my heat to slide my shorts down my legs. Jumping up, I wrap my legs around his trim waist. “Ravish me, gentlemen.” I angle my head back, finding Theo’s mouth warm and welcoming. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan. “And I’ll pretend you’re my assignment.”

“I expect full dedication, Mrs. Westbrook.” Theo yanks his shirt over his head and unbuttons his jeans.

“You can expect nothing less,” I call out in a teasing tone as Galen walks me into the living room.

“Get naked, angel,” he demands, shucking out of his clothes. “I need to be inside you.”

Theo steps into the living room, completely naked, holding lube in his hand, and liquid lust floods my pussy as I make quick work of the rest of my clothes.

Galen lies down flat on the large leather sectional, pulling me down over his face. I scream as his tongue goes to town on my cunt while Theo hovers over us, playing with my tits as he makes love to my mouth.

Galen brings me to orgasm in record time, and I’m a mass of quivering cells as he slides me down his body, lowering me over his hard erection. Deep-seated contentment washes over me as he fills me up. Theo presses his body against me from behind, raining kisses on my face and my neck as I ride Galen’s cock. Teasing my puckered hole with two slick fingers, Theo continues kissing me until I’m literally putty in his hands. He eases slowly into my ass, and I sigh a happy sigh.

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