Galen chugs straight from a bottle of bourbon on the table, drinking it like it’s soda. Saint drops into a seat across the table from his cousin, pulling me down on his lap. I remove my school jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair.
Saint zeros in on my chest, smacking his lips and smirking. “Nice rack.” He palms my breasts through my white shirt, and my nipples instantly pebble. He pulls on my tits, roughly kneading them through my clothing, until my nipples are so hard they’re straining against my flimsy lace bra and the thin material of my shirt.
Theo kicks his feet up on the table, lighting a blunt and bringing it to his lips. Galen scowls, his gaze riveted to Saint’s hands, and it’s almost comical. Snatching my vodka bottle, I knock back a few mouthfuls before swiveling on Saint’s lap until I’m straddling him. His hands drop to my waist, and he quirks a brow, waiting for me to make the next move.
I put the bottle on the table and bend down, boldly pressing my mouth to Saint’s. His lips instantly part, and I pass some of the vodka from my mouth to his. His eyes pierce mine as we swallow, our mouths still lined up, and I could get lost in those dangerous icy depths if I’m not careful.
He swoops in before I can retract, claiming my lips in a searing-hot kiss that curls my toes. Although, calling it a kiss isn’t doing it justice, because it’s more like a claiming.
Saint devours my mouth. His tongue swirling around mine. His lips punishing as he takes what he wants with no apology. And I return his ardor, pressing bruising kisses against his lips as my hands sweep over the velvety-soft hair on his head. His hands slide under my uniform skirt, his large palms flattening against the bare cheeks of my ass. He’s already hard underneath me, and I grind against him, desperate to feel him inside me. To lose myself before my head starts reminding me my world has upended.
“I thought we were waiting for Caz.”
Saint rips his mouth from mine, fixing an arrogant look over my shoulder at his cousin. “This is me waiting.” He squeezes my ass cheeks, and I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a moan. “I’m getting our girl warmed up.”
I place my hands on his shoulder and lean down, licking a path up the side of his neck and along his bristly jawline.
A deep rumble erupts from his chest. “Girl, you’ve got balls.” He removes his hands from my butt, holding my face tight, examining me with clear amusement.
“Her name is Harlow.” Theo’s voice is clipped, but none of us miss the soft edge.
Saint keeps a hold of my face as he turns his attention to his friend. “Something you want to tell me, dude?”
“Everyone knows who Harlow Westbrook is. She’s—”
I yank out of Saint’s grip, twisting around so I’m facing Theo, and he stops speaking mid-sentence. “You really don’t want to go there.” My eyes dare him to test me.
“Interesting.” Saint holds my hips, dragging my butt back and forth across his crotch. “But it can wait. I’m horny as fuck.” He lifts me off him, temporarily setting my feet on the ground.
In a lightning-fast move, he swipes the contents of the table away with a sweep of his hand. I predict the move at the last second, snatching my vodka before it becomes a casualty. Galen’s reactions are equally fast, and he rescues his bourbon before it joins the cards, chips, money, and a few bottles of beer on the floor. Saint lifts me again, placing me on the edge of the table. “Lie back.” His eyes blaze with lust, and my panties are fucking drenched, yet he’s barely touched me.
Galen curses, and Theo gulps, as I do what I’m told. I lie back and my long, dark hair fans out around me on the table.
“Grab her hands,” Saint commands.
Galen fumes for a couple seconds, swigging more bourbon before sending it flying across the room. The bottle smacks into a wall, shattering on impact.
“You done?” Saint levels his cousin with a lethal look.
“Not nearly.” Galen’s gnarly tone sends shivers racing up my spine. He grabs my hands, yanking them up over my head until it feels like they’re being wrenched from my arm sockets.
Saint parts my thighs, gliding his hands up my bare flesh as the door opens and Caz joins our little party. He locks the door with an audible click, stomping toward us in heavy boots. “That handled?” Saint asks, his hands stalling halfway up my thighs.
“We tossed the trash.” I can hear the smirk in Caz’s tone. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, leaning over me and cupping one side of my face.
I stare at him as Saint resumes his upward journey on my thighs. Cool air brushes across my overheated flesh as Saint lifts my skirt. “What’s with the uniform?” he asks.
“Didn’t have time to change,” I murmur, my gaze locked on Caz’s as he moves his face down closer to mine.
I got the call when I was in school, and Mom sent a car to collect me. Lincoln, my dad’s assistant, drove my SUV home. After a couple hours with the police, the coroner, and the director of the funeral home, I just needed out. Mom retreated to her bedroom with a bottle of wine and some Valium, and I grabbed my vodka and hightailed it out of there. I didn’t even realize I was still in my uniform until that bitch Rita Knight made me aware of it.
“You look hot,” Saint says, cupping my pussy through my thong. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck a Lowell Academy princess.”
“Guess it’s your lucky day,” I rasp just before Caz’s demanding lips slam down against mine. He destroys my mouth as his fingers make quick work of my shirt. I gasp into his mouth when Saint rips my thong apart, exposing me to the room and plunging two fingers inside me.
“She’s so wet for us,” he exclaims, adding another digit and pumping his fingers in and out in rough thrusts. I squirm on the table, and Galen holds both my wrists in one hand as he leans over me from above, sliding his free hand down my body, his fingers finding their way into my left bra cup.
He fondles my breast, tweaking my nipple hard, and I cry out into Caz’s mouth. Caz lifts his head, licking his lips, his eyes darkening as he ogles my chest.
If any of them notice the scars, they pay them no attention.
In one swift move, he unclasps my bra at the front, freeing my breasts. Saint continues fingering me while Galen kneads my left breast and Caz’s delectable mouth suctions around my right nipple.
Between them, they tease and taunt me until I’m a hot, writhing mess.
My eyes land on the chair where Theo is sitting, smoking, and watching with an obvious hard-on tenting his jeans.
“Sit up.” Saint pulls his fingers out, and the two guys worshiping my chest pull back. “Take my cock out.”
I sit up, peering into Saint’s lustful eyes, reaching for the button on his jeans and popping the top one. I slide my hand inside his boxers, and he hisses through gritted teeth when my hand wraps around his long, hard length. I stroke him slowly as he plays with my tits. Behind us, the sounds of clothes being shed send my blood pressure sky rocketing.
I’ve had a couple of threesomes before. Me with two guys. But I’ve never been with four all at once. And these guys are hot as fuck and skillful lovers—if the gossip I’ve heard is reliable.
I yank Saint’s jeans and boxers down as he pulls his shirt up over his head. While he kicks his jeans away, Caz strips my shirt and bra off leaving me in only my skirt, which is currently still bunched up around my waist, my pussy on full display.
Theo tosses some condoms on the table, and I whip my head around to him. We stare at one another. A silent communication passes between us. He has his jeans undone, and his hand is stroking his cock, but he’s making no move to join us.
Saint yanks my head back around. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I scoot to the edge of the table and press my mouth to his chest, looking up at him through hooded eyes as I press hot, wet kisses all over his chiseled abs and chest. He places his hand on top of mine, still wrapped around his rock-solid erection, and he moves my hand up and down, urging me to continue. He lets go, and I pump his cock in strong, confident strokes, loving
the dark glaze coating his eyes and the way he thrusts into my hand.
Someone fists a hand around my hair, tugging my head back and to the side. “Open wide,” Galen commands.
I take his cock into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks so I can take him all the way in. He’s huge, triggering my gag reflex when he presses against the back of my mouth. He eases out a little, and then I slide my lips up and down his wide shaft, sucking him enthusiastically, enjoying the sounds he’s making as I blow him. He fucks my mouth while I pump Saint’s cock and Caz fondles my tits from behind.
“Enough.” Saint removes my hand from his dick, lifting me up the instant Galen pops out of my mouth. My legs wrap around Saint’s toned waist as he walks us to the leather couch.
He drops me down flat on my back, nudging my legs apart and lowering his mouth to my pussy. His fingers dip in and out of me as he alternates with his tongue, ravishing me like a madman. I explode on his tongue, my back arching, hips jerking as I come all over his mouth.
He stands, grinning manically as he rolls a condom on. “You taste like temptation, Harlow Westbrook.” He leans over me, slamming his mouth against mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
He lifts me up and sits down, situating me over his throbbing dick. “Ride me, princess. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
I lower myself slowly on top of him, feeling him stretch me as I take him inside my body. Alcohol buzzes in my veins, and I’m high on the right sensation as I start fucking him.
“Awesome ink,” Caz says, trailing his fingers over the design that stretches from my shoulder blades down to my butt. I flinch for a second, but quickly compose myself.
“The avenging angel, right, Lo?” Theo says.
“Don’t call me that.” I glare at him over my shoulder as I bounce up and down on Saint’s cock.
“Who are you seeking vengeance on?” Galen asks, stroking his cock as he watches my tits jiggle while I ride his cousin and best friend.
“Everyone,” I reply without hesitation.
“Fuck,” Saint grunts, digging his nails into my hips in a way I know will leave marks. “Your pussy is so tight.”
Caz brushes my hair over my shoulder, positioning his cock at my mouth. I open for him as Galen’s mouth latches around one of my nipples. Caz isn’t quite as big as Saint and Galen, and I take him all the way in. He thrusts in and out as he rolls my other nipple between his fingers.
Theo just watches.
He’s still in his chair, but he’s moved closer.
Our eyes meet as he watches me fuck his friends, and I see the pain. I almost feel sorry for him until I remember what he did. And that I’m numb to emotions.
The only time I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m fucking. It’s the only pleasure I permit myself, and right now, my pleasure-o-meter is off the charts.
Theo’s hand is working overtime behind his jeans, and his face is flushed. I can’t resist pushing his buttons when Caz abruptly pulls out of my mouth. “You can take my ass,” I offer, eyeballing Theo, my tone seductive, my expression sneering.
“I’m good,” Theo says, his voice strained.
“Your loss is my gain,” Caz jokes, grabbing a tube of lube from the bookshelf and squirting some in his hand before throwing it to Galen. Caz rolls on a condom and lathers his dick with lube as two wet, cold, slippery fingers push into my ass. I groan, grinding down on Saint’s cock as Galen fingers my ass, prepping me. With his free hand, he rolls a condom over his long, thick shaft.
Saint thrusts up inside me with mounting urgency, his hands on my hips hurting as he pounds into me with wild abandon. He orgasms on a roar, his cock pulsing inside me, and I explode when he rubs my clit, spasming around him as his climax dies out.
Then we switch out, and I’m riding Galen as Caz takes me from behind. The sensation is incredible, and despite the hostility wafting off Galen in waves, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages. I could happily spend all night fucking these guys. Ignoring reality while I delay the inevitable.
As soon as Caz has ripped his condom off and come all over my ass, Galen flips me onto my back, wrenching my legs up over his shoulders as he pounds into me.
His eyes flare with hatred as he thrusts inside me, drilling his pelvis into mine, pushing his big cock inside me as far as it will go, nudging my cervix and causing stars to sprout behind my eyes. Galen has some stamina, fucking me mercilessly for ages, sweat glistening on his chest with the exertion.
Saint strokes his cock while he sucks on my tits. He calls Theo over when he notices he is close, and despite the reluctance in Theo’s eyes, he obeys his leader, coming all over my breasts the same time Saint does.
Caz has his jeans back on, and he’s drinking my vodka as he watches Galen fuck me like he wishes he was killing me. Galen’s hand closes around my throat as Saint toys with my sore nipples, rubbing his and Theo’s cum all over my bare breasts. “You have the best tits, princess.” He smirks, watching his cousin exorcise his demons. My pussy feels scratched raw as Galen pummels my insides. “And the tightest cunt,” he adds, as Galen finally detonates, his entire body tense and straining as he shouts out his release. A few strokes of Saint’s fingers against my clit and I’m coming again too.
The second Galen is done, he pulls out, tosses the condom into the trash can, yanks on his jeans, and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Saint scoops up my clothes, flinging them at me. “Time to go, princess.”
I don’t protest, but I don’t hurry either. Theo hands me some tissues, averting his eyes as I take them from him. I take my sweet time cleaning their spunk off my body and getting dressed. I stand, casting one last glance at the guys before I walk toward the door. I swipe the bottle of vodka from Caz’s hands as I pass, and he cranks out a laugh.
“Thanks for the distraction,” I say as my hand closes around the door handle.
And the awesome sex.
I think it, but I don’t say it because these guys’ egos are probably floating somewhere in outer space as it is.
“Distraction from what?” Saint asks, walking toward me in all his naked glory.
Damn, that man is sex on two legs, and my core throbs with need, which is insane after three orgasms and a ton of glorious, sweaty sex.
“Life. Death.” I shrug, but they all heard my voice crack.
Theo lowers his head but not before I glimpse the sorrow in his eyes.
He knows my dad just died. Figures he would have heard.
“You realize what you’ve done here today,” Saint says, stepping into his jeans.
“I know.”
“We won’t protect you,” he adds, pulling a smoke from a pack of cigarettes.
“I know that too.”
He closes the distance between us, placing his arms over my head, caging me in. “Good, because The Sainthood doesn’t do charity work.”
“I don’t want or need your help. I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”
A lazy smirk ghosts over his mouth. He tugs sharply on my hair, yanking my head back. “I guess we’ll see just how vengeful you are, princess.” He presses his mouth to my ear. “Let the battles commence.”
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