Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(80)
“You should eat,” Galen says in a deadpan voice. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
“I think we all have,” Lo says, leaving my embrace and going to Galen. She snakes her arms around him, holding him tight.
“Let’s just leave.” Galen sounds dejected, and I don’t blame him. No matter how often Alisha embarrasses him like this, it never gets any easier even when he knows we understand.
“Lo has something to show you first,” Saint says, clamping his hand on his cousin’s shoulder. “Something that’ll cheer you up.”
We head outside, letting Lo and Galen walk ahead of us.
“She’s getting worse,” Saint says under his breath as we walk.
“She looks awful,” I admit, because every time I see her, she appears to be thinner and paler.
“We need to get her into rehab,” Theo suggests.
“It’s a waste of money,” Saint says. “Money Galen doesn’t have because everything he earns already goes into her and the upkeep of this house.”
“He should sell it,” I cut in. “Place is creepy as fuck and falling apart. He’d be better off using the money to get Alisha into rehab and then buying her a smaller home that’s more manageable.”
“It’s been in his family for generations,” Theo says.
“So what?” I shrug. “It’s only bricks and mortar, and from where I’m sitting, it’s brought them nothing but misery.”
“I doubt Sinner would let her part with it considering he’s using it to stash his guns and drugs,” Saint says.
“Let him buy it off her,” I say even though I know he’d never do that. He’ll demand she keep it and continue using it to suit his own ends. He contributes toward the upkeep of the house, but it’s pennies, and Galen covers most of that cost, including paying Mrs. Murphy’s salary. We’ve offered to help countless times, but he refuses to take our money.
Stubborn fuck.
We round the corner, and the maze comes into view. “Wow.” Saint whistles under his breath. “This takes me back.” I’d forgotten how intertwined Galen’s and Saint’s childhood memories are.
“Our girl did good.” Theo’s voice oozes pride.
“She did.” I smile as he turns to look at me, and we share a heated look, one that’s growing with intensity by the day.
Up ahead, Galen is swinging Lo around, and she’s laughing, happy it’s brought a smile back to his face.
“She makes everything better,” Saint murmurs, and I’m not sure if he realizes he said that out loud.
“She fucking does,” I agree.
“Come on, man,” Galen shouts, urging Saint forward with his fingers. “Let’s explore together.”
We watch the three of them disappear into the maze together, and neither of us makes a move to follow them. My chest heaves the longer we stand here side by side. I’m acutely aware of the heat rolling off Theo’s body in waves and the blood rushing south to my cock. Electricity surrounds us, crackling in the air, strengthening the connection simmering between us. Every nerve ending on my body is standing to attention, and anticipation is rife.
A volt zips up my arm when Theo’s fingers brush against mine. At first, I think it’s accidental, until his fingers touch mine again, curling around the tips, sending bolts of desire threading through my body. I got in trouble the last time I reacted on impulse, but fuck it.
Life is about taking chances, and if I continue waiting for Theo to take control, I’ll be old and gray before he takes that leap of faith.
I won’t push him too fast, but there’s nothing wrong with nudging him in the right direction.
I know what I want, and it’s him. Deep down, I know he feels the same. I wouldn’t risk our friendship otherwise.
Turning to face him, I grab his face, winding my fingers into his gorgeous hair, slowly lowering my head so I’m not ambushing him. His eyes pop wide in a mix of lust and fear, but he doesn’t pull away when my lips land on his. Angling his head, he opens his mouth, letting my tongue explore.
Our kiss swiftly turns frantic, and we’re clawing at one another, desperate to get closer. I grab fistfuls of his hair while he drags his nails through mine, making me purr like a kitten. My cock is a block of wood, straining behind my zipper, and he moans into my mouth when I pivot my hips against his.
Feeling his erection sliding against mine does weird things to my stomach, and I grab hold of his ass, yanking him flush against me as our lips devour one another with zero hesitation. My blood is on fire, and I long to drop to my knees, pull out his thick cock, and suck it into my mouth until I feel the tip touching the back of my throat. My cock leaks precum, and I growl into Theo’s mouth, wishing we had time to turn my fantasy into reality.
Tinkling laughter forces us apart in a nanosecond, and we pull away with enough time to adjust ourselves and straighten up before the others emerge from the maze.
But nothing gets past our wife, and her eyes sparkle with happiness the closer she gets as her gaze roams intelligently over us, noting our joint flushed skin, tousled hair, and the bulges still evident in our jeans.
Ditching Saint and Galen, she loops her arms through ours, pulling us forward, far enough away from the Lennox cousins to murmur, “Well, my loves. Tell me what I missed.” She beams at us, happiness radiating from her every pore, and I love how excited she is for us. There is zero jealousy or possessiveness. Lo is confident in our love, automatically knowing it changes nothing about how we feel for her.