Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(78)

Mrs. Murphy opens the door with a flourish and a warm, inviting smile. “I’m so glad you could all make it. Your mom is delighted,” she tells Galen, stepping aside to let him in.

“I doubt that,” Saint mutters under his breath. “If Alisha is sober, I’ll eat my dick.”

“Do you always have to think the worst of her?” Theo asks, placing his hand on Lo’s back as we step inside the mausoleum.

“I’m not a total prick,” Saint says, lowering his voice and stepping back as Lo walks up beside Galen, holding his hand as they talk with Mrs. Murphy. “I know my dad and my uncle fucked up Alisha’s life,” Saint continues, “but there comes a point when a person has to take responsibility for their own actions.”

I’m more in agreement with Saint than Theo on this topic, because I can relate. For so long, I blamed my deadbeat father for my mother’s actions. Yes, she’s downtrodden, because he treats her like shit, but she has choices. There are always choices. And she chooses to stay with that piece of shit. That realization hurt, because it means there’s nothing I can do to change the situation. I’ve tried so hard to help her. Offering her my savings so she could take Jake and Nelia away from that bastard, but she refuses to leave him.

That’s when I decided I was done. I still visit weekly, when Dad’s not there, but it’s mainly for my brother and sister, to ensure they are okay and they have everything they need.

So, I agree with Saint. There comes a time in everyone’s life when they must stand up and be counted—it’s what separates the strong from the weak.

“Alisha has chosen to check out on life instead of being there for her son,” Saint says, as I rejoin the conversation. “I can’t forgive her for that, and I won’t fucking apologize for calling her out for the junkie whore she is.”

Harsh, but true.

I trail Theo and Saint as they follow Galen, Lo, and Mrs. Murphy along the dark, grim hallway. Cobwebs cling to the ornate cornices, and another shudder whips through me. The ghosts of Galen’s ancestors breathe heavily on my neck as I force one foot in front of the other, and the urge to run screaming from the house accelerates with every step.

I’m already on a countdown to when we get to leave.

Needing a distraction, I focus on how fuckable Theo’s butt looks in the tight, ripped jeans he’s wearing today. The denim molds itself to his shapely ass, and my fingers itch with a craving to touch him.

There has always been this lingering attraction between us, but I’ve largely ignored it, because Theo always gave off “don’t touch me” vibes, so it never seemed like a possibility.

Until recently.

The air is shifting now Lo is in our lives. Maybe because she’s softening our rough edges. Or we’re all more openly sexual, because we have sex on tap and Lo’s refreshing attitude means we can be ourselves around her. Or, perhaps Theo is finally coming around to the idea there could be an “us.” Whatever it is, I cannot get the idea of touching him and fucking him out of my head, and it’s becoming a problem, because I get hard just looking at him these days.

I’ve lost count of the times I’ve jerked off in the shower to images of the three of us screwing our brains out.

The visuals resurge to the forefront of my mind, and I indulge them.

Anything to avoid thinking of creepy-crawlies and soulless ghosts swirling around me as I walk the oppressive hallways of this dark, depressive mansion.

I let my mind go there, imagining I’m fucking Theo while he fucks our girl. Then we’d switch, and I’d take him into my ass while I pound Lo. Sweat dots the back of my neck, and my dick swells painfully behind the zipper of my jeans as I give in to my deepest desires, wishing I knew how to make them a reality.





CHAPTER 31


CAZ

I RETURN TO the land of the living when I’m shoved forcibly against the wall and a warm, tight body presses up against me. “What were you just thinking?” Lo purrs in that sultry, seductive voice I love so much. Her arms creep around my neck, and she thrusts her gorgeous tits against my chest.

My cock throbs with visceral need, and I rock my hips against her. I glance around, but the others have disappeared into the dining room up ahead. “You don’t want to know,” I croak, urging the beast in my boxers to calm the fuck down.

“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.” She slides her hand between our bodies, rubbing my dick through my jeans.

A groan rumbles from the back of my throat. “I was imagining Theo fucking me while I fucked you,” I truthfully admit, because I’m not ashamed of my thoughts.

“I dream about that too.” Her pupils dilate, and precum seeps from the crown of my cock.

I slam my head back against the wall. “Fuck. Kill me now.”

“I’ve a better idea.” The wicked glint in her eyes tells me all I need to know.

“We can’t. Dinner’s about to be served.”

She palms my dick, giving it a firm squeeze. “Are you doubting my talents? You think I can’t get you off in a matter of minutes?”

I grab her wrist, tugging her past the open doorway toward the bathroom at the end of the hallway. “You know I love a challenge, and you’ve just set one.” I pull her into the bathroom and lock the door, shoving her to her knees as I unzip my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down my legs.