CHAPTER 16
WE’RE NAKED, LYING sideways, head to feet, on Caz’s bed, pleasuring one another with our mouths and our fingers when he stops me. “I want to come in your pussy this time,” he rasps before swiping his hot tongue along my slit. I grip his mammoth thighs, running my hands over the solid block of muscle, while I slowly trail my lips up and down his shaft. “Get up here and ride my face,” he commands as his dick pops out of my mouth.
I crawl over his gorgeous ripped body, positioning myself over his face. Before I can lower myself down, he grips my hips, yanking my pussy to his mouth, and dives in.
Fucking hell.
I grab the headboard as he frantically works me over, his tongue lapping, his teeth nipping, and his mouth sucking, and it takes mere seconds before I’m shattering into pieces above him.
He’s that good.
My legs quiver, my limbs wobbling like Jell-O as I rest my head against the headboard, trying to regulate my breathing.
“Ho. Lee. Shit,” I pant, looking down at him. His tempting lips glisten from my juices, sending a new flood of heat gushing to my core. “You are so fucking good at that.”
He smirks, reaching up to pull my body down flush against his. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”
“Just what every woman wants to hear when she’s in bed with a guy,” I deadpan before planting my mouth on his.
We ravish one another, our tongues dueling for control, as our lips crash together, over and over again. The stubble on his cheeks chafes the skin around my mouth, but I welcome the pleasurable sting.
“I need your pussy, princess,” he murmurs while sucking on my neck. I moan and writhe against him as delicious tremors of pleasure ripple along my skin. He kneads my tits, his fingers expertly rolling my nipples, and I’m so aroused again I’m close to climaxing already. “Fuck me, babe,” he demands, clasping my face in his meaty hands. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”
“Your wish is my command,” I quip, sliding down his hard body, stopping to lick his chiseled abs on the way.
He hands me a condom, and I roll it on before situating myself over his cock, watching his expression as I slowly lower onto him. His brown eyes smolder with lust as I take him all the way in, and we both groan in unison. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Ride me, princess. Show me how much you want my cock.”
His dirty talk is like a match to a flame, and I lift up and slam back down on him repeatedly, quickening my pace as I use my thighs and hips to control my movements.
“Fuck, yeah, princess. Hug my cock tight, just like that.”
I squeeze my inner muscles as I bounce up and down on him and his hands glide up my body.
He roughly grabs my tits, tugging and flicking at my nipples, and the pleasure-pain sensation reverberates throughout my body.
I grind on top of him, slightly changing the angle so the tip of his cock is hitting the perfect spot, and the only sounds in the room are our joint grunts and the slapping of skin against skin.
Until the door crashes open and I whip my head around, inwardly smiling as Saint stalks across the room with a thunderous look on his face. I ignore him, turning back around and refocusing on Caz as I increase my speed and start super fucking him like he’s the last man on the planet and I need to orgasm to survive.
I’m ripped off him without ceremony, and I thrash about as Saint lifts me up by the waist, pulling me away from the bed.
“Dude, seriously?” Caz glares at his leader. “You couldn’t let me finish?”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” Saint’s entire body is shaking behind me, and he radiates anger. “Blue balls are the least of your worries.” Saint spins me around in his arms, thrusting me at Galen. “Lock her in her room.”
Galen clamps his arms around me, holding me in a vise grip. “Let me go, asshole. I’m perfectly capable of walking myself to my room.” I wriggle in Galen’s arms as he, predictably, glowers at me, throwing a look in Caz’s direction. Caz is sitting up in the bed, his face flush with desire, his dick proudly jutting out, and my pussy pulses with need.
Fuck that fucking motherfucking cockblocking asshole Saint.
“Rain check, babe,” I call out, blowing him a kiss, but Caz doesn’t even look my way.
He’s too highly strung, currently focusing his energies on a brutal face-off with Saint, and neither of them is paying me any attention.
“Highly fucking doubtful,” Galen drawls before throwing me over his shoulder and slapping a firm hand on my ass as he obeys his boss and walks out of the room. I lift my head up and glare at Theo as he follows us.
Galen opens my door, kicking it wide with his booted foot, as he storms into my room, tossing me down on the bed.
I’m madder and hornier than earlier, and I’m not ready to let this go. Reaching over to my bedside table, I remove my purple electronic friend from the drawer and switch it on.
Galen stops retreating, watching me with hostile desire, his green eyes sparking with heat, his nostrils flaring, as I bring the vibrator to the apex of my thighs.
Theo is propped against the door, his eyes not fixated on his tablet for once, also watching intently.
I flop down flat on my back and spread my legs wide so they have a front row seat as I slide the device into my vagina, pushing it in as far as it will go. With my free hand, I fondle one breast, rubbing my nipple, as I pump the vibrator in and out of my pussy, moaning and writhing for added effect.
I maintain eye contact with Galen. He wears his usual hateful mask, but he can’t disguise the desire in his eyes or the tent in his jeans. I continue moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy as I sit up and maneuver toward the edge of the bed. I look at him through hooded eyes, my gaze flitting from his lips to his cock. “Hate sex is my favorite,” I purr, removing the device and placing it on the bed before standing. I close the gap between us, pushing my body into his as I stroke his hard-on through his jeans. “And I want a real cock to finish the job.” I unbutton the top button of his jeans, sliding my hand inside his boxers to wrap around his erection. He jolts in my hand, his body moving in sync with my movements, even though conflict rages on his face.
He hates his attraction to me as much as I hate my attraction to him.
Theo is silent, but I daren’t look at him because it won’t take much to break Galen out of his lustful daze, and I intend to milk this as far as I can take it.
If Saint was mad about Caz and me fucking, he will lose his shit if I seduce his cousin too.
Taking a risk, I stretch up and kiss Galen hard on the mouth as I pump his shaft in his boxers.
He doesn’t kiss me back at first, his hips thrusting as I stroke him harder, but then, something snaps inside him, and he starts moving his mouth against mine, biting on my lip and drawing blood as he devours my lips with savage brutality. I whimper into his mouth, and he lifts me up. My legs automatically encircle his waist, and we fall back on the bed, mouths suctioned together. I rip his T-shirt from his body, while he fumbles with his jeans. His jeans and boxers are halfway down his legs, and his big cock is heavy in my hand, when Saint cockblocks me for the second time tonight.
“Has everyone lost their motherfucking minds?!” he roars, stalking into the room and yanking Galen off me. Galen trips on his clothing, falling on his butt and scowling as Saint lifts me up off the bed.
Pulling back the covers, he roughly shoves me onto the mattress as my vibrator rolls onto the floor. He tugs the covers up to my chin before retrieving my electronic friend and tossing it at me. “Knock yourself out, princess, because that’s the only cock you’ll be riding the rest of tonight.”
“You’re an asshole,” I calmly reply, sitting up and letting the covers pool at my waist. His eyes graze my tits, and the veins in his arms bulge as he flexes his fists. “What’s the big deal? You’ve claimed me as Saint property and forbidden me from fucking anyone else. Unless you want my pussy to shrivel up and die, that means I only have three guys to f
uck, because we all know you’re off-limits, stepbrother dearest.” I fling the covers off and stand. “Or is that the real issue, huh?” I plant my hands on his chest and look up at him. “You want to fuck me, Saint, but you can’t, so no one else can have me either. Is that it?”
“Shut up, Lo.”
He steps back, and I walk forward, eliminating the space between us. I palm the bulge in his jeans. “Your body doesn’t lie.”
“I’m a horny guy. You’re a naked slut shoving it in my face. Of course, my body will react.”
“I’m not a slut,” I say, keeping my voice neutral, as I purposely step back. “And I’d rather fuck my vibrator than fuck you.”
He closes the distance this time, grabbing me around the throat and forcing my head back. “Careful, princess. Don’t poke the beast unless you’re prepared to play.”
He lets me go without another word, and they leave, slamming the door shut behind them.
I walk to my bathroom with a big-ass smile on my face and then finger myself to orgasm in the shower while I figuratively pat myself on the back for a successful first seductive mission.
The smirk is wiped off my face when I emerge from my bathroom to the sound of a drill at my door. I pull at the door handle, but it doesn’t budge. I tug on it a few more times, but the result is the same. The bastards have installed a lock on the outside of my door, and I’m trapped.
My hands ball into fists and anger pummels my insides until I remember the cameras. I dash to my tablet, pulling up the app and quickly configuring the settings. I pull up the screens, zooming in on Galen’s room because that’s where it’s all going down.
I plug in my headphones and settle back with a fresh smug grin on my face.
“Is it done?” Saint asks when Caz steps into the room.
“Yes,” he snarls, leaning against the wall and glaring at his leader.
“You, I understand because you lose every brain cell when you’re smashed,” Saint says, poking his finger in Caz’s direction. “But you,” he adds, narrowing his eyes at Galen, “know better. Or is the venom all an act?”
Galen seethes. His arms are folded across his chest, and a vein throbs in his neck. “You know I hate the bitch, but she’s hot. Sue me if my dick got hard.”
His words penetrate deep, and pain slices across my chest. I can’t believe this is all because I refused to make out with him that day. There’s got to be more to his hatred than that. But our paths never crossed afterward. Not until now.
“What happened with you two?” Theo asks what I can’t.
“Why should I spill my guts when you’re still lying about what went down between you and her,” Galen tosses back in his face.
Theo runs a hand along the back of his neck, and messy blond waves fall into his face, shielding his eyes.
“I don’t give a fuck about what happened in the past,” Saint barks. “What matters is right now. Sinner will be fucking pissed if we don’t deliver results soon.”
I sit up straighter in my chair, and blood rushes to my head.
I wasn’t sure how much Neo had told them, but it seems they’re fully up to speed.
Shit.
My mind whirls as I run ideas through my brain.
“I told you this wouldn’t work,” Theo says, swiveling in his chair. “She’s not like most girls. She’s smart as much as she’s sexy, and she’s not easily intimidated.”
“She’s a formidable enemy, and it’s clear there’s much we don’t know.” Saint’s tone is borderline reverential, and warmth seeps into my tense bones.
Fuck. When did I get so needy that the words of an asshole have me practically blushing?
Saint runs his hands over his cropped dirty-blond head, looking deep in thought. “We need to revise our strategy,” he says after a few beats. “And I think I know how.” A malicious glint twinkles in his eye. “Party’s over. Clear the house out.”
The guys move without question, stopping at the door when their saintly leader speaks again. “What happened tonight won’t happen again.” His threat drips with hidden meaning. “No one fucks her without my consent.”
They all nod, and I scowl at the screen, flipping the bird at the cockblocking jerk.
“It’s clear we’ve underestimated the princess.” He cracks his knuckles, smiling devilishly. “That’s the last time she gains the upper hand.”
CHAPTER 17
THE ASSHOLES CLEAR the house and head out, leaving me to my own devices. I dress in black yoga pants, a hoodie, and my Vans and climb out the window. I shimmy down the drainpipe and enter the house from the rear using my keys. Finding Dad’s drill in the garage, I head up the stairs. Before I remove the giant padlock from the front of my door, I break into Caz’s room and install the last camera.
I stash the padlock in a cupboard in my closet before crawling into bed in the early hours of the morning. The guys still aren’t back, and I want to stay up to see their reaction to the missing lock, but my eyes have other ideas, and I pass out without conscious thought.
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Mom and Neo return from their mini vacay Sunday evening looking all loved up, and it turns my stomach. He misses no opportunity to grope her in my presence, and I know it’s a blatant move to force my hand, but I’ve boxed my emotions up again, and I keep my distance from everyone.
They insist on taking us out to dinner that night, and I pick at the food on my plate, a silent bystander as they act like the fucking Brady bunch. Well, a tattooed, pierced, hotheaded, scary-looking version of the legendary family.
The guys purposely ignore me all week, and I wonder if this is their new tactic. Can’t say I’m complaining. I still sit with them in the cafeteria at lunch, at our new table, at the head of the room, but I stick to chatting with my friends, while they entertain the never-ending line of gushing fans.
Their party was a huge success, and now, everyone toes the line. The Saints reign supreme over Lowell High, and it’s embarrassing for Finn how easily they managed to take over his patch.
No wonder, he’s keeping a low profile and hasn’t shown his face in here all week.
The guys are barely at the house, sometimes only coming home just before we need to get up for school, and the camera footage, so far, is giving me jack shit. Dar has messaged me a couple times, and he’s not pleased at the lack of progress, but I can hardly pull the intel out of my ass. I remind him that patience is a virtue and ignore his texts the rest of the time.
At some point, Theo installed a camera behind the TV in my room, but I don’t remove it, enjoying tormenting them by prancing around my room naked at every opportune moment and indulging in a nightly live porn show involving various scraps of lingerie and an assortment of different dildos and vibrators.
But I do remove the tracking device on my cars and my cell, and my firewall blocks Theo’s attempts to gain remote access to my tablet.
I’m not naïve. His skills vastly outweigh mine, so it’s only a matter of time before he infiltrates my system.
Hence why I spent the earlier part of the week transferring all important documents to the cloud and wiping the tablet clean. I can access the cameras in their room via the cloud too, so I’m feeling pretty confident in my self-protection skills as I head into the city after school ends on Friday to execute the next part of my plan.
At least, their lack of interest affords me time to set some things in motion. Diesel already arranged for a guy to move Dad’s cars to the cabin, and the text he sent to my burner cell earlier confirmed the op was a success.
Honestly, watching the expressions on the guys’ faces when they entered the half-empty garage this morning was priceless and worth the pretty penny it cost me to get Dad’s cars to safety.
I pull into the familiar law offices a half hour after leaving school with an ache in my heart. I cut the engine and sit in the SUV for a few minutes, looking up at the impressive glass building with a weight pressing down on my chest.
All of Dad’s
colleagues attended his funeral, but the only person who has reached out to me in the months since is Lincoln, Dad’s assistant and righthand man.
They were close.
More akin to best friends than work colleagues, and I know Dad respected and trusted him. Which is why I’ve taken a risk, and I’m on my way up to meet him.
I get out of the car, grabbing my bag and heading toward the entrance. After I check in at the plush reception desk, I’m kept waiting for a few minutes, and then, Lincoln appears, enveloping me in a big hug before guiding me to one of the smaller meeting rooms on the ground floor.
“You look good, Harlow, but how are you really?” he asks when we are seated across a table from one another.
“I’m doing okay. I still can’t believe he’s gone, and I miss him so much, but I have to keep going. I know that’s what he’d want for me.” I shrug, downplaying it.
Truth is, I don’t let myself think about Dad too much.
Because it has the potential to break me, and I can’t let that happen.
“This place isn’t the same without him,” Lincoln says. “He always had this all-consuming presence, and he commanded a room just by stepping into it. More than that, I respected and admired him, and he inspired me in a way no one else ever has.”
“He was one in a million, and he’d be proud to know that.”
He taps a finger off the top of the table. “I heard about your mom’s engagement.” He scrutinizes my face closely. “It seems a bit…sudden.”
I snort. “That’s one way of putting it.” I sit up straighter, leaning my elbows on the table as I peer earnestly into his eyes. “You know who’s she engaged to?” He slowly nods. “And you know who he is?” He nods again, but I’m not surprised. Dad and I may not have talked about it, but I know The Sainthood was pulling his strings. I guessed Lincoln would be clued in.
“I debated about whether to contact you when I heard the news,” he volunteers. “But I didn’t know if you knew.”
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