“Harlow Westbrook,” Chad says, giving me a long once-over. “It’s been a while. You look good.”
“Thanks, but we’re not here for chitchat.”
He scrubs a hand along his smooth jaw. “Yeah, didn’t think you were.” He stands, jerking his head up at Saint. “I heard The Sainthood rolled into town. Took you long enough to show up here.”
“We’ve been busy,” Saint says, releasing his hold on me. “You the guy I need to talk with?” Chad nods. “Let’s get down to business.”
Drinks are poured, and Caz, Theo, and I join Ashley and the others on the couch, taking turns enjoying a few rounds of COD on Xbox while Jase, Chad, Galen, and Saint discuss business.
When they finish their conversation, and rejoin the main group, I can’t make out anything on Saint’s or Galen’s faces, but they’re not throwing punches, so I’m hoping that means it was a productive meeting.
“Stay, have a beer,” Chad says, lifting Ashley and sliding onto the couch underneath her. She settles on his lap, circling her arm around his neck.
“Thanks, man, but we’ve got plans,” Caz says, answering before Saint can. Caz jumps up, pulling me with him and sliding his arms around my waist from behind. He presses his lips to my neck. “Plans that can’t wait,” he murmurs against my skin.
Chad and Jase grin, and Ashley smiles. “Feel free to use any of the guest bedrooms. Upstairs is closed off to the assholes.”
Laughter bubbles up my throat. “Thanks for the offer, but I think we’ll split.” I clasp Caz’s hands joined at my waist. “What I have in mind requires the privacy of our own space.”
A chorus of whoops and hollers ring out, and Saint smirks, yanking me from Caz’s embrace. I’ve noticed he gets extra possessive in a crowd.
I briefly debate dragging the guys into the living room as we pass through the main house. A lively crowd is dancing to beats blaring from loudspeakers, and I’m tempted, but my need to get them under and over me is stronger, so I say nothing, and we leave the party behind to attend our own private one.
CHAPTER 24
Harlow
I WAKE THE next morning as soft lips press against my cheek. I stir, blinking my eyes open, and my limbs ache deliciously. “Sorry, babe,” Theo whispers. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“’Sokay,” I murmur over a yawn.
A deep snore rumbles from Caz’s chest, and I turn my head, smiling at my Sleeping Beauty. He is still out for the count, and he looks like a giant, cuddly, teddy bear under the light comforter.
We came back to the barn last night, because we wanted privacy and Prestwick is closer to Fenton, so it was nearer. Galen immediately disappeared into the smaller outbuilding—their workout area—and I debated going after him, but, ultimately, I decided against it. Even though I hate the thought of him feeling left out, we’re not in that space yet. Theo confirmed they have a hammock out there Galen sometimes sleeps in, and that helped to lessen my guilt.
“I’ll cook breakfast. Saint has gone to check on Galen,” Theo says.
I nod, puckering my lips up for a kiss. My mouth probably tastes like salty cum, but Theo doesn’t hesitate, sliding his tongue between my lips and kissing me like I’m the oxygen he needs to survive.
“Love you,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine.
“Love you too,” I whisper back, not wanting to wake the sleeping giant.
Theo glances at Caz when his chest inflates as another snore slices through the quiet, his eyes flooded with emotion. I pull Theo’s hand to my lips, kissing his knuckle. He kisses the top of my head before making his escape.
I snuggle into the crook of Caz’s arm, inhaling his masculine scent as I sigh contentedly.
“Did you just sniff my armpit?” he asks, his voice drenched with sleep.
I giggle softly. “I’m a lot of things,” I admit. “But a sniffer of armpits is not my kink. I was sniffing your manly chest.” My tongue darts out, and I lick a line across his chest. “And that was me licking your chest, not your hairy armpit, in case you’re still confused.”
His arms come around me. “Last night was hot.”
“It was,” I agree, wrapping my arm around his waist as images flash across my retina.
Saint taking me against the wall as Caz and Theo lay naked on the bed, stroking their cocks.
Riding Theo while Caz fucked my ass, and then, they swapped positions.
Theo shaking as he came deep inside my ass before pulling out and letting Saint take over.
Caz’s roars as he came hard, bringing me along for the ride and giving me my third orgasm of the night.
Collapsing sweaty and sated on the bed with Caz on one side, Saint on my other, and Theo at my feet.
“We need a bigger bed,” I blurt after my brain has finished replaying our hot foursome.
“That we do,” he agrees, running his hand along my hipbone. “I’ll get boy wonder on the case.”
I trace circles with my finger along his chest. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You can ask me anything.”
“Have you ever had sex with a guy?”
He eases back, scanning my face. “Why’d you ask?”
I shrug. “You like a little ass play, so I’m just curious.”
“Would it shock you if I said yes?”
Shock me? Hell no. Excite me? Fuck, yeah. But I keep those thoughts to myself, because this requires delicate handling. “No. It wouldn’t shock me. To be honest, the thought turns me on.”
“I explored a bit in my early teens. I fucked a couple guys, and I’ve taken it up the ass a few times.” He smirks. “I liked it, but I love fucking pussy.” He licks my cheek. “I love fucking you.” He waggles his brows, grabbing his cell and checking the time. “How about a quickie?” His grin turns downright wicked.
Pushing him flat on his back, I crawl on top of him. “Do you need to ask?”
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“Hey.” Galen is waiting for me when I emerge from my shower after consuming my body weight in eggs and bacon.
“This is becoming a habit.” I smile as I gesture toward my towel-clad body and his butt seated on the edge of my bed.
“Does it bother you?”
“No.” I drop my towel and proceed to get dressed in front of him.
His eyes skate over my naked body, and he doesn’t disguise the tent situation in his jeans. “You need me to change the bandage?” he asks after a couple of tense, electrically charged beats, his eyes lowering to the cut on my arm.
“Actually, yeah. I had to throw the other one out.”
He walks to the bathroom while I put my bra on. When he returns, he points to the bed, and I sit down in my underwear. He sits beside me, placing supplies on his lap. His fingers are like hot embers on my skin as he dresses my wound.
Every few seconds, his eyes fly to mine, and the undercurrent that has always existed between us is back in full force. My nipples harden, the tips jutting through the cups of my red lace bra. His hand stalls on my arm when his eyes lock on my tits, and the air is so heavy with lust I struggle to draw a breath.