Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(63)

We fuck like savages against the wall, clawing, biting, and bruising one another, and I can’t get enough.

This. This is what I needed to distract me.

“Harder, my dark prince,” I rasp, biting his lower lip and drawing blood. “Deeper. Rougher.” I cry out as he slams into me with force, but it’s still not enough. “More,” I demand, digging my nails into his shoulders as his lips fasten on my neck and he sucks hard.

Galen pushes me on all fours on the floor, entering me from behind in one swift thrust, and I scream as he pushes in so deep I see stars.

“Yes.” I whimper as he drapes himself over me, pounding his cock inside me while he squeezes and tweaks my nipples. When his hands move lower and he viciously rubs my clit, I explode around him, gripping his cock tight as he spills his seed inside me.

“Fuck.” Galen pulls out, flopping flat on the floor, pulling me into his side. His chest heaves, and air gushes from his lungs in exaggerated spurts. “I always feel like I’ve just gone ten rounds in the ring with Mike Tyson after we fuck.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, genuinely curious, because I’ve always felt he gets off on the pain the same way I do.

“Fuck no.” His tongue darts out, licking a spot of blood on my lip. “Never. Sex with you is literally out of this world.”

“I love fucking you,” I admit. “I love fucking all of you.”

“We’ve noticed.” He smirks, and I tweak his nipple.

I make swirly patterns on his stomach with my finger while contemplating my next words. I promised Theo I wouldn’t interfere, but that was before I realized Saint and Galen are aware of the attraction between him and Caz. Now, I’m curious. “I know you’ve noticed about Caz and Theo,” I admit, wanting to see what he says. “Why haven’t you or Saint said anything?”

He tightens his arm around me, pressing a kiss into my hair. “It’s not our business, and we’re not exactly the touchy-feely type.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” I ask, propping up on one elbow so I’m looking into his face.

“Nope. It might change the dynamic, but we’ll deal with it if that happens.”

Warmth spreads across my chest, and I rest my head on his arm, kissing the underside of his prickly jawline. “I love how you guys support each other, no matter what. It’s beautiful to behold.”

“If we don’t have each other’s backs, we’ve got nothing. We realized that a long time ago.” He toys with my hair as my lips trail up and down his neck, sending a rake of shivers firing in all directions.

“I promised I wouldn’t interfere, but I think it would help Theo to know you and Saint support him.”

“I’ll see what Saintly says,” Galen promises, cupping my face and forcing my chin up. “You make everything better, angel. I hope you know that.”

“I feel the same way about you guys.” I peer into his loving green eyes. “You’re my only family now.”

I’m not sure what he sees in my face, but he kisses me softly, pulling me in closer to his sexy body. “Don’t write your mom off yet. We don’t know anything other than Sinner is completely fucked in the head.”

“I know she’s avoiding me. I’ve called her a ton of times now, and she hasn’t called me back.”

“I know what it’s like to think the worst, but Giana isn’t like my mom.”

“How is Alisha?” I ask. “Have you heard from her since your last visit?” Galen dropped in to see her the day after we returned from the cabin, but he was fairly tight-lipped afterward.

“She’s not good.” He sighs, nuzzling his nose in my neck. “And I’m running out of patience.” He buries his face in my neck, exhaling heavily.

I run my hand up and down his arm, my fingers lingering on the defined contours of his upper arms. “No one would blame you for that or fault you for all the ways you have loved and cared for her.”

“I told Mrs. Murphy I’d come for dinner on Sunday, but I’m dreading it, because I never know what state I’ll find her in.”

“I’ll come with,” I offer. “If you like.”

He lifts his head, staring into my face. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” I make a note to message the gardener to see if he can get the maze finished by then.

“Okay.” He visibly relaxes.

“You should ask me more.” I sit up as a cool breeze whips across my skin. “We’re a team in every part of our lives, and I want to be there for you.”

“I’m not very good at asking for help,” he admits, wincing a little when he sits upright.

I stand, extending my hand to help him up. “I’ve noticed.” I grin as I pull him to his feet. “But get used to it. Because you’re stuck with me now.”





CHAPTER 25


MOM FINALLY RETURNS my call the following morning, and we have an epic argument over the phone when she admits she is meeting Sinner for dinner tonight. “Do you have a fucking death wish, Mom?” I hiss.

Behind me, the guys are silently setting the table for breakfast, sharing troubled looks as I screech down the phone.

“He’s truly apologetic, and I at least owe him the opportunity to have his say.”