“Damn, woman.” Caz whistles under his breath.
“What if they don’t believe it?” Theo asks.
“It doesn’t really matter. They’re hanging onto the ledge by their fingernails at this stage. And how can they disprove it if he can’t talk and he can’t write?” I smirk.
Saint stalks across the room, grabs the nape of my neck, and slams his lips down on mine while settling between my thighs. I wrap my legs around him, tilting my head to the side, as he shoves his tongue between my lips. Holding his waist, I let him plunder my mouth as I drown in pleasurable sensation.
“You have issues,” Bry drawls when we finally come up for air.
“Aw, don’t be jealous of your nephew,” Caz pipes up. “I’m sure there’s some law about that.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Saint points his bottle at Caz. “I’m fucking older than him, and all that uncle-nephew shit is creeping me out.”
Bry chuckles. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” His lips twitch. “Now I’m gonna remind you every chance I get.”
“Then your attendance at Lowell High will be short-lived, because you breathe one word about that shit at school and I’ll knock you the fuck out. Don’t care if we’re related or not.” Saint crosses his arms, glaring at Bry, but there’s no real heat behind it.
We wait for nightfall before dragging our prisoners from the trunk. They wriggle and writhe as we haul them into the forest at the side of the barn and deal with them.
After, I head back to the house so I can get cleaned up because I’ve got Knight’s disgusting blood all over me, and I need a shower. Galen volunteers to stay with me while the others head out. Caz and Bry are going to round up a couple of minions to help deliver the bodies while Saint and Theo are going to Sainthood HQ to update Sinner.
Galen and I shower together, taking our time washing each other, before he slams me into the tile wall, claiming my pussy and then my ass. We are passed out in our giant bed when the others eventually return, just before midnight, bringing Thai takeout with them. Bry isn’t with them because he chose to go home, and Theo and Saint swung by his house to pick Caz up on the way.
“It’s handled?” Galen asks as I grab plates and silverware from the kitchen, carrying them to the table.
“All done,” Saint confirms, unloading tons of paper cartons from two bags.
“What did Sinner say?” I ask when we’re all seated and digging in.
“He’s fucking ecstatic,” Theo replies. “You took out the commissioner. The Arrows are essentially no more, and he has The Bulls under his thumb. He rules the roost.”
“And he intends to crow like a cock,” Saint says, pursing his lips. I lift one brow. Air expels from his mouth as he heaps food on his plate. “He’s throwing a celebratory party next weekend in our honor.”
“Like that’s not shady as fuck,” I say over a mouthful of curry, sarcasm lacing my tone.
“I don’t trust him for a second,” Saint agrees. “He’s up to something.”
“How can you be sure?” Caz asks.
“The party is at Galen’s house,” Saint confirms.
“What the fuck?” Galen speaks over a mouthful of food. “Why the hell is he throwing a party there and not at HQ?”
“Because he’s fucking with us,” Saint grits out. “I knew he wouldn’t let Lo off the hook after this, and he’s pissed because we’ve sided with Lo over him, and helped Giana to escape his clutches.”
“Then we should be nowhere near that fucking party,” Caz says, shoveling rice in his mouth.
“We can’t not show,” I protest, sipping my water. “He’ll only hunt us down. I’m sick of whatever game he’s playing, and I say we go there and call his bluff. Let’s see what he comes at us with next.”
“It’s dangerous as fuck,” Galen says.
“Not if we prepare. It’s your house, which means we have the home turf advantage. We can switch off his cameras, raid his secret stash, and line up the audio recording we have of him telling me to kill the commissioner, so if he tries anything, we have leverage.”
“Diesel called me a few minutes ago,” Theo says. “He agrees Sinner is planning something, and he thinks this is an opportunity we shouldn’t pass up. He’s setting up a meeting between all interested parties this week to discuss how to handle it.”
“What, like with the FBI and VERO?” I ask, holding my fork in midair.
Theo nods. “And he wants Howie there too. He thinks a joint task force working together will mean we end this thing quicker.”
Saint scowls, predictably.
“Having so many controlling dicks in one room should be interesting,” I joke.
“Speaking of dicks.” Caz licks the back of his spoon, leering at me across the table. “I think it’s time we christened our new bed in style. Don’t you?”
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“Oh, God,” I moan, arching my back as Saint inserts a third finger in my pussy.
“I prefer Saint, but God works.” I hear the grin in his smug tone. Good to know his ego is still soaring above the clouds.
Caz snorts, tweaking one of my nipples while Theo sucks on the other one. Galen’s lips descend on my mouth, and his hands dive into my hair, rubbing my scalp. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me while my other three husbands continue their skilled ministrations, plucking my body like the strings of a guitar. My eyes pop wide when Saint lowers his hot mouth over my clit, sucking hard while he pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, coating them with my juices.
“Always so fucking wet,” he murmurs in between licks. Galen drags my lower lip between his teeth, piercing me with dark-emerald eyes as my fingers trace a path over the stubble on his face.
Theo and Caz face one another across my naked body as they continue playing with my tits. I’m not sure if Saint and Galen have noticed the lingering looks between them or the crackle of electricity in the air, but I have, and I’m silently encouraging them to be brave.
Galen grazes his teeth along the column of my neck, and I seize the opportunity to slyly watch the two men lavishing attention on my breasts.
Caz’s eyes are glued to Theo’s mouth as he dips his head and his tongue darts out, tasting the sharp peak of my nipple. I bite back a pleasurable sigh, not wanting to distract them. Theo stares at Caz as he licks my nipple, and Caz’s grip on my other tit hardens. Both their dicks are pressed against my thighs, and they are as hard as rocks.
“Aagh,” I call out as Saint drags me down the bed, nudging my legs wider to give him greater access. Galen crawls down to us, propping my head on a couple of pillows. Holding his long, hard, thick shaft in one hand, he directs it to my mouth. I open wide, and he slides between my lips, thrusting his hips and hitting the back of my throat.
Grabbing his hips, I widen my mouth, taking him fully as he slides in and out. Cries of pleasure rip from his chest as I fondle his balls and suck his dick. Pressure coils tight in my belly as Saint continues to work my pussy and my clit with his tongue and his fingers, and I come apart on a scream when he shoves two fingers into my ass.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.” Galen fists a hand in my hair as he fucks my mouth harder.