Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(55)

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.