“Open wide, queenie.” Saint approaches, stroking his hard length, desire heavy in his gaze.
I lick the drop of precum at his crown, eyeing him intently as I take his cock into my mouth. Galen digs his nails into my hips, slamming me up and down on his erection until he comes explosively. Saint slides into my pussy then, and I blow Caz while Theo continues to fuck my ass. The only sounds in the room is skin slapping against skin and mutual moans and groans, and it’s the sweetest symphony.
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“How was work?” I ask Saint an hour later after we’ve all showered and changed. Caz and Theo are grilling steaks out by the pool while Galen stands with his back to us at the end of our garden, facing our private beach. Saint watches his cousin with hawk eyes while sipping on a beer.
Taking his hand, I lead Saint over to the outdoor dining area. “Busy, but good,” he replies. “I still managed to fit some online study in.” He sits on a chair at the table, pulling me down on his lap.
Theo walks over with a cool glass of wine. “For my wife.” He pecks my lips. “Dinner won’t be too long.”
“You need me to make anything?”
Saint arches a brow, and I slap his chest. “I don’t burn everything. I can make a salad.”
Theo laughs, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Don’t sweat it, babe. We have it under control.” He walks into the house, and I lean back against Saint, thinking about how lucky I am. The guys dote on me constantly, and they love me so good.
Honestly, life doesn’t get much better than this.
“You seem preoccupied,” I say after a few minutes of silence. “Anything I can help with?” I take a sip of the crisp, chilled wine, enjoying the taste of it gliding down my throat.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Saint asks, jerking his head in Galen’s direction.
I reposition myself on his lap, careful not to knee him in the balls. “He’s okay.” I caress Saint’s prickly jawline. “He talks to me regularly. He might get a little melancholy from time to time, but he assures me he’s okay.”
“I’m glad he has you. I never expected Alisha’s death to hit him so hard.”
Alisha died twenty-four hours after being brought to the hospital. Perhaps if she hadn’t been so fragile from years of abusing her body with drugs and alcohol, she might have survived Sinner’s knife wound, but we’ll never know.
“You should talk to him if you’re worried.” We’re all close, but sometimes, getting the guys to talk about their emotions is as painful as a root canal.
“I think he prefers to tell you that shit.”
I rest my case.
“It’s more than just his mom dying. It’s the realization his family is gone, and I think it’s only hitting him now that his grandma’s house is sold.”
“You think he regrets selling it?” Saint asks, tipping beer into his mouth.
“No, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t sad. Galen has a lot of memories tied up in that house.”
“Not all of them good,” Saint says, speaking the truth.
Two months ago, Galen sold the house and half the grounds to a property developer, because he didn’t want to live in a home where so many had died. He made a deal that gave him the maze and enough land to build his own house, including a separate entrance via the rear of the property, so if we want to build a house there in the future, we can.
The developer is building high-quality condos, catered for the upper end of the market, and he’s already walled off the property, so the part Galen still owns is completely private and inaccessible until he decides what to do with it.
Right now, none of us has any burning desire to return to Lowell, but who knows what the future holds? We have the barn, I still have the cabin and Galen has the land, so we have options, which feels good.
“Did you hear anything from David Jennings?” Saint asks, rubbing his fingers up and down my arm.
I shake my head. “No, but I don’t expect to. He owes me nothing.”
Lincoln helped Mom and me free David Jennings from prison with assistance from Diesel, who has been promoted to the head of VERO.
David Jennings is the man who was convicted of kidnapping and torturing me as a kid—an injustice I needed to set right. Luckily, Dad left me a large inheritance, and I hadn’t dipped into the compensation fund David was forced to pay me—one I received when I turned eighteen—so I transferred it back to Jennings. With interest, it has grown considerably over the years, and I hope it helps compensate him in some way, for all the years he spent languishing in a jail cell.
Saint clicks his fingers in my face. “Earth to queenie. Where’d you go?”
“I drifted off, Saintly.” I poke him in the chest.
“You okay?” Concern stretches across his face.
“I’m perfect. I was just thinking of everything that’s happened since you guys left The Sainthood, we graduated, and we moved here.”
He tilts my face around as Caz approaches, carrying a platter of steaks. “You have any regrets?”
I tweak his nose. “Not a single one. I love my life.”
“Life is good,” Caz agrees, setting the steaks down as Theo materializes with an overflowing bread basket and a generous salad bowl.
Caz inserts two fingers into his mouth, shrilly whistling, drawing Galen’s attention. Galen strolls across the garden with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
I slide onto the seat beside Saint as Theo and Caz distribute the food. They’re the unofficial chefs in the house, because the rest of us can’t cook for shit. I lower my face to the plate, sniffing the succulent chargrilled aroma. My tummy rumbles appreciatively. “This smells delicious.”
“Only the best for our queenie.” Caz cheekily grabs my boob, and I shoot him a faux glare.
“Hands off the girls.” I pin him with a seductive grin. “At least until we’ve eaten.”
“Fuck. Now I’m hard again.” He rubs at his crotch, rounding the table to sit beside Theo.
“You’re always hard,” Saint drawls, popping a piece of steak in his mouth. “You should get that checked out.”
“Nothing wrong with my dick.” Caz leans back, grinning smugly. “Maybe you should seek medical assistance for your erectile dysfunction.”
Theo almost chokes on his food. Caz chuckles while running a gentle hand back and forth across Theo’s back.
I pat the seat beside me when Galen approaches. “Sit here, babe.”
Waves of dark messy hair fall into his eyes as he ambles toward me, and my heart swells with love for my broody guy. Galen drops into the seat, and I grab his face, kissing him softly. “I love you,” I whisper, knowing he needs to hear that right now.
He pulls me to his chest, cradling me against him, his hand finding the nape of my neck as he holds me close. “Love you too, angel. More and more with every passing day.”
Fuck. These guys slay me in all the best ways.
“I don’t have erectile dysfunction, dipshit,” Saint growls, flipping Caz the bird.
“Are you forgetting that time you couldn’t get it up?” Caz grins, cutting vigorously into his steak.
“Are you forgetting I’d just come out of the hospital and had a reaction to the meds I was on?” Saint swiftly replies.