Saint jerks his head up, Theo stiffens, Caz bites on the corner of his lip, and Galen’s Adam’s apple jumps in his throat, confirming my suspicions.
My eyes narrow to slits as I step into the room. “If you’re cooking something up without me, you can fuck off.” I plant my hands on my hips, glaring at them. “I’m not putting up with this bullshit again, so spill.”
“No need to get your panties in a bunch, princess.” Saint stands, sauntering toward me with a shit-eating grin. “We were always going to tell you.”
“So, tell me.” I challenge him with a deadly look.
“We will. When you’re less pissed.”
I slap his chest, growling and snarling. “If you’re trying to annoy the crap out of me, you’re doing an excellent job.”
“Babe.” He grabs the nape of my neck, holding me firmly in place. “You trust us, right?”
“I don’t know,” I hiss. “Do I?”
“Princess.” He shakes his head. “Don’t go pissing me off because we both know how that’ll end.”
“With me choking on your cock?” I try to keep the hope from my tone, but I’m a lost cause when it comes to these guys and sex. I literally cannot keep my hands, or my thoughts, off them. This week has proven that. Even injured, I’ve been indulging my addiction several times a day.
“You are so fucking perfect, Harlow.” Saint yanks my mouth to his, kissing me hard, landing a slew of drugging, bruising kisses on my lips.
“Baby.” I grab his ass through his sweatpants, speaking in between kisses. “You know I hate stuff being kept from me.”
He grinds his hard-on against me, and my pussy pulses with need. “We needed to discuss it first,” he admits, winding his hands in my hair. “There will be occasions where we have guy stuff to discuss or occasions where you need to let us protect you. You can’t bust our balls every second of every day when we’re doing it for you.”
“Want to test that theory?” I arch a brow, rubbing my pelvis against his, my eyes rolling back in my head as the bulge in his pants presses against my zipper. “And now you’ve made me horny.”
“You’re perpetually horny,” Caz pipes up. “I fucking love it.”
“You guys make me crazy wet,” I admit. “It’s becoming problematic.”
My cell phone vibrates in my pocket, and I step away from Saint to answer it, smiling when I spot the caller. “Commander. Where are you?” I ask by way of greeting.
“At the gate. Let me in,” Diesel says, hanging up before I can answer.
I can’t contain my grin as I slip my cell back in my pocket. Diesel is one of my favorite people on the planet, and I’ve missed him.
“Commander?” Saint grits out, gnashing his teeth, letting me know he knows exactly who I’m referencing. “Man, I really fucking hate that dude.”
“We know,” I drawl, rounding the desk and punching the button to open the entrance gates. I stab Saint with a piercing look. “I can’t decide if your jealousy is hot as fuck or irritating as fuck.” I prod my finger into his bare chest. “And I haven’t forgotten you owe me a conversation.” My gaze bounces between the four of them. “All of you.” I send them one final heated glare before I head outside to welcome my trainer and friend.
“Hey.” My smile is genuine as I watch Diesel climb out of his Land Rover and stalk toward me.
Very gently, he pulls me into a hug. “It’s so damn good to see you, Harlow. I was going out of my mind with worry.”
“I’m fine.”
His eyes probe mine. “Are you really?” He looks over the fading cuts and bruises on my arms. “How badly do you hurt?”
“I’m good. Honestly. It hurt like a bitch at the start, but it’s manageable now. Stop worrying.”
“That’s a virtual impossibility when it comes to you.”
I ease out of his hold, feeling the weight of the stares boring into my back. “You know better.” I tsk him. “It’ll take more than a petty bitch to knock me down.” I take a proper look at him, noting the deep purple shadows under his bloodshot eyes and the extra growth on his chin and cheeks. His hair is a little longer, curling around his ears. “You look like shit. Do you ever sleep?”
“It’s been a while,” he admits, dragging a hand through his hair. “I came straight from an overseas mission into a messy situation in Rydeville, and now I’m here. I haven’t had time to sleep.”
“You’re staying the night,” I tell him. “And I’m cooking you a proper dinner.”
He ruffles my hair, pressing a kiss to my brow. “Tempting as that is, I value breathing.” He narrows his eyes, staring over my shoulder. “I don’t trust that punk not to slit my throat in my sleep.”
“You’re smarter than you look,” Saint says, and I hear the smugness in his tone.
“Saintly.” I spin around, glaring at my lover. “Knock this shit off. I fucking mean it.” It’s getting so old.
“Stay if you want,” Theo says, tugging Saint back inside. “We have lots to discuss.”
“I’ll take a rain check. I need to meet with the boss man, but I can stay for a couple hours.”
I loop my arm in his. “Come on inside. We’ll talk over brunch.”
Saint yanks me away from Diesel, pulling me over to the stairs. Diesel stalls, ready to spill blood for me, and I shake my head, telling him to leave it. “What the fuck, Saint?” I ask, as he manhandles me up the stairs.
“Put a fucking bra on,” he hisses, dragging me down the hallway to my bedroom. “I can see your fucking nipples, and that pervert is not getting a show.”
“You are certifiably insane.” I roll my eyes as I enter my bedroom. “You know that, right?”
“Bite me.” Saint slams the door, leaning back against it, folding his arms, and fixing me with a stern look.
I look in the mirror, and my nipples are poking through my thin tank. I shrug, whipping it off. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” I say, wanting to press his buttons. “They’re only nipples, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen them before.”
“Don’t fucking push me, princess.” He rubs his temples, and I silently fist pump the air. Annoying Saint is one of my favorite pastimes. Not least because it often leads to the rough, angry sex I crave.
“Or what?” I stalk to the door, pushing my bare breasts into his naked chest. “Will you punish me, Saintly?” I nip at his lower lip. “Please punish me,” I purr in a breathy tone. “Put me over your knee and slap the shit out of me.” My eyes darken as I flash him a grin. “Or impale your cock in my ass and fuck me until I repent.”
“Jesus. Fuck.” His head slams back against the door as his hardening cock nudges against my stomach. “You will be the death of me. I’m convinced of it.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. We both know you fucking love it.”
He claims my mouth in a hard, grueling kiss, and I’d love nothing more than to let him angry fuck me, but Diesel is downstairs, and he’d know what we’d done. I made a promise to myself that I would never rub my relationship in his face, because I know he has feelings for me.