He jerks his head up, and I use the distraction to my advantage, freeing one of my hands and scraping my nails across his cheek. He curses, pinning me with murderous eyes as he angles the knife, dragging it across my hand. I scream as Bry reaches us, lifting John up and slamming him against the wall. The knife falls to the floor with a loud clang. “You okay?” Bry asks from over his shoulder as he wedges John to the wall with his body.
I tear a strip off the bottom of the front of my shirt with my teeth, wrapping it around my bleeding hand. “I’m fine, but this asshole needs to be taught a valuable lesson.”
Bry grins, showcasing a set of white teeth. “What’d you have in mind?”
We drag John out the back door and beat the shit out of him. I feel zero remorse as I kick him in the ribs and the head, knowing, in some twisted way, I’m saving him from a fate much worse, because if the guys find out about this, they won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
John is lying in the fetal position on the ground, bloodied and bruised, moaning and clutching his stomach, when I crouch down in front of him. “You will not breathe a word of this, or those will be the last words you ever say.”
“Screw you,” he pants, spitting blood at me.
I bury my fist in his broken ribs, and he yells out in pain. “I will call Saint Lennox right now and tell him you tried to kill me. They will come for you and you won’t be breathing by the time they’re finished.” I stand, pulling my cell out. “So, what’s it to be?”
“Okay, okay,” he rasps. “I won’t say anything.”
“When your brother asks, you tell him you walked back and a group of local thugs jumped you.”
“Understand, asshole?” Bry kicks him in the back.
“Yes,” he sobs. “I got it.”
We drag him a mile up the road, ditching him in an enclosed spot where he won’t be seen, and jog back to the bar.
We scrub his blood off us in the bathroom, stopping in the hallway outside. “They’ll be suspicious we’ve been gone so long,” I say. No doubt, Instructor Corr thinks it’s because his brother is taking care of us.
Isn’t he in for a surprise?
I can’t wait to wipe the smug look off that sexist asshole’s face.
“We need them to think we were fucking back here. It’s the only explanation that will work.”
Bry grins as I unbutton a few buttons on his shirt before suctioning my mouth to his neck. I don’t ask permission as I mark his skin, leaving noticeable bruising on his flesh. I pretend not to see the bulge tenting in his pants as I apply a fresh layer of lipstick, leaving clear lip marks on his jawline.
“I’ll beat assholes up any day of the week if that’s my reward,” he quips while I mess up my hair, rub rouge into my cheeks, and leave the back of my shirt hanging out.
“Bry,” I warn, and he holds up his hands.
“I’m joking, Lo. I heard you loud and clear.”
“C’mon.” I grab his hand, pulling him back toward the bar. “Time to put on a show.”
CHAPTER 14
Harlow
“FUCKING A,” BRY says, holding out his hand when I emerge victorious from the showcase the next afternoon. “You owned the room.”
I shake his hand, smiling. “We both did.”
“But you had the faster times,” Caz says, and I whip around, smiling as he swaggers toward me. Messy waves of brown hair tumble into his gorgeous eyes, and his lips are pulled into a lopsided grin as he approaches. He’s wearing a black T-shirt that looks welded to his body, and holy hell, have his biceps gotten even bigger since we were apart? He lifts me up, and I fling my arms around his neck. “Missed you, princess,” he says against my neck, slowly lowering me to the ground.
“I missed you too,” I admit, accepting the truth because I can’t deny what I’ve felt this past week.
I’ve missed them all.
Well, Galen, not so much. The pain of his betrayal has been simmering under the surface of my skin all week. Now, I’ve moved past the angry phase, and I’m hurt. There was a moment, a few weeks ago, when I thought Galen and I were connecting, but his actions have destroyed anything credible that was building between us.
Caz’s lips descend on mine, and we kiss until I pull away. “I’m a sweaty mess.”
“That’s my favorite look on you,” Saint says, capturing my attention as he approaches behind Caz.
I drink him in and note how that dirty-blond hair I love so much has grown a little longer, his eyes seem bluer, and the intensity that radiates from his every pore seems heavier but less oppressive. The urge to run into his arms rides me hard, but I play it cool.
He grabs my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. “You good?”
“I’m good.”
He lowers his face, planting his mouth against mine with no hesitation. His tongue prods at the seam of my lips, and I open for him, knowing it’s futile to resist. His tongue swallows me whole, and I cling to him as I sway on my feet.
Damn, can this man kiss—branding me with the expert ministrations of his lips and his tongue, ruining me for all eternity.
I have to blink to clear my vision when we finally break apart, still clutching him because I don’t trust my legs not to go out from under me.
“I think I got pregnant just watching that,” Caz jokes.
Saint smirks, and I roll my eyes, walking to where Galen and Theo hang back. “Hey.”
“Nicely played, Lo.” Theo kisses my cheek, pinning me with a proud smile.
“Sinner was bragging to no end,” Galen says, and I eye him warily. The bruises have faded, and the cuts are healing nicely, showcasing more of his pretty face. His green eyes plead with me, but he’s not off the hook. Not by a long shot.
Ignoring him, I turn around, addressing Saint. “Is there time to grab a quick shower before I need to meet the board?” I knew Sinner and the other members of the board would watch our final test today and that my initiation tasks would be issued thereafter. To say I’m not scared would be a lie. I know he’ll push me to extremes, in the hope I’ll fail, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
Saint glances at his cell. “There’s time.”
“Cool.” My eyes dart to Caz’s. “You look a little dirty.”
His lips kick up. “I’m more than a little dirty,” he agrees, walking to me. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in to his face. “I’m positively filthy.”
“It’s settled then.” I grab his hand, heading toward the exit, ignoring the dour look on Bry’s face and the eyeballs glued to my back. Caz glances at me, fixing me with a pointed look, and I know what he’s saying. Refusing to meet his eyes, I pull him out into the corridor.
Pain barrels up my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut, slamming to a halt. “Damn it all to hell,” I mutter, shaking my head and blinking my eyes open. “Stay here.” I kiss the corner of Caz’s mouth before rushing back into the room.
Saint lifts his gaze to mine, and he’s not quick enough to shield his hurt. I stalk across the room and snag his hand. I stretch up, pressing my mouth to his ear. “I need you.”
I need both of them.
Nothing gets my juices flowing like fighting and shooting, and I’ve been on a high all week and horny as fuck, resorting to fingering myself most nights to thoughts of my guys.
I just kicked ass at the showcase, and the adrenaline still flowing through my veins needs an outlet. I also need a distraction because I know what’s coming next won’t be pleasant. I need my guys to take the edge off.
Saint peers into my eyes, and I let him see all that.
“We’ll meet you in the lobby,” Saint says to the others, his eyes never leaving mine.
I avoid looking at any of them as I lead Saint out to the hallway where Caz is waiting with an exuberant smile.
We don’t talk as we travel in the elevator to my room. I hold hands with Caz while my free hand runs up and down the side of Saint’s leg.
The instant we are inside my room, they
descend like vultures zeroing in on their prey. “We don’t have much time,” I rasp, as Saint tugs at my shirt while Caz unbuttons my pants.
“Not a problem, princess.” Saint smirks, lifting my shirt up and tossing it to the floor.
We undress in record time, and I take turns kissing them before dropping to my knees. I grab hold of both their erect cocks, stroking them in long, firm tugs before I lean in, taking Saint’s hard dick into my mouth. I continue stroking Caz as I suck Saint off, and then, I switch around, alternating back and forth between them.
“Enough.” Saint yanks his dick from my mouth, lifting me up by the arms and throwing me down on the bed.
Caz spreads my legs wide, dipping two fingers inside me. “She’s fucking drenched.”
“I’ve been so fucking horny all week, and I can’t wait any longer,” I say over a low moan as Caz adds another finger, stretching me while Saint sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. I grab at Saint’s neck and curl my fingers around his wide length with my other hand, swiping my thumb along the precum glistening at his crown. “Fuck me now. Both of you at once.”
Saint’s eyes darken with lust as his mouth slams down on mine. Caz removes his fingers from my pussy, parting my ass cheeks and sliding one finger inside my puckered hole. I arch off the bed as sensation consumes me. Caz uses my pussy juices to prepare my ass, spitting on his hand and running it along the length of his cock.
Saint lifts me up, sliding behind me and lying lengthways on the bed with his head slightly propped up against the headboard. I climb over him, holding his dick in my hand as I lower my pussy down onto him. We both groan as my heat envelops his throbbing length, and I close my eyes as contentment settles deep in my chest. I pop my eyes open a few seconds later, and he’s watching me, his face betraying similar emotions. Leaning down, I kiss him passionately, because I can’t get enough of his mouth, while Caz trails his fingers down my spine and over the curve of my butt before pressing two digits into my ass.
“Stay like that, baby,” Caz says, sliding his fingers in and out. “And relax.”
I rip my mouth from Saint’s, glancing over my shoulder with a smirk. “You know this isn’t my first rodeo.”
“How could I forget?” He winks, lining his cock up with my ass.
I face Saint again, and we stare into each other’s eyes as Caz slowly slides in my ass. My chest floods with warmth, and my heart swells, and I’m feeling so full—of D and heartfelt emotions I’ve no business feeling.
“Saint, I—” My voice cracks, and I’m on the verge of something monumental. Something I can’t voice because I can’t accept this. This isn’t what I wanted, and I’m scared of losing control or, worse, handing it over to them.
But I seem powerless to stop this freight train of emotion, carrying my heart and my soul as it charges ahead, directionless, with little regard of the journey, only knowing it will stop where fate determines it to stop.
Saint winds his fingers in my hair, firmly grabbing my neck in a vise grip, knowing I need a rough touch. “I know, baby.” He drags my lower lip between his teeth, biting hard and drawing blood. “We feel it too.” His tongue darts out, licking the bead of blood on my lip. “And we’ve got you.”
“Always,” Caz adds, gently rocking in and out of my ass.
“Harder,” Saint commands him, shoving me back until I’m only halfway bent over him. He grips my hips in a painful clutch, moving me up and down on his cock.
“Fuck,” I moan, throwing my hair back and going with the flow, letting them take full control.
Caz leans forward, tugging my head back and claiming my lips in a half-upside-down kiss. His tongue swirls into my mouth as we fuck, and I’m in the middle of my own personal heaven.
Saint trails a hand up my body, rolling and flicking my nipples, one at a time, tweaking and twisting, and I whimper at the pleasure-pain sensations snaking through me.
Caz removes his lips from mine, groaning and cussing as he increases his pace, thrusting in and out of my ass. He nips and bites on my earlobe as he slams in and out of me, and I’m just riding the wave. Saint thrusts his hips up with force as I bounce on top of him, and I’m lost to sensation, ceasing to exist on this plane. There is only pleasure tinged with pain as they pluck and stroke my body like skilled magicians.
Caz slides a hand around my waist, dipping low, his expert fingers finding my clit. Lightning dances across my eyes as he vigorously rubs my bundle of nerves while thrusting inside my ass, in perfect sync with Saint’s commanding pumps inside my pussy.
“Come for us, princess,” Saint demands on a growl, and I self-destruct, screaming as a powerful orgasm whips through me, igniting every nerve ending and cell in my body.
Caz comes next, pulling out of my ass fast and moving around to my front, jerking his dick off over my tits. Ropes of warm cum coat my flushed breasts until Caz leans in, lapping up his own bodily fluids as he cleans me with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Oh fuck. That is so hot.” I tilt my mouth up toward him, seeking his lips on mine. He kisses me with his lips and his tongue as I bounce up and down on Saint, riding his hard cock with abandon.
“Fuck off, Evans,” Saint snaps, breaking our reverie.
I wondered when Saintly would reach his limit. To be fair, he’s trying, so I won’t give him shit for this. I smirk at my territorial caveman as he flips me over, smashing my head into the pillow and thrusting in my pussy from behind. Caz wanders into the bathroom, and I hear the shower running a minute later. Saint picks up speed, rutting into me like a madman, fucking me raw, tearing strips off my heart, and shattering my defenses. “You’re ours, Lo. Mine. Ours.” Saint has come a long way in a short distance, but his words prove he’s still struggling inside. “I don’t fucking care what the label is as long as you know you belong to us. With us.”
“I know, Saintly. Trust me, I know.” Part of me loves it. Part of me hates it.
How can they make me feel like I’m unraveling and being sewn back together at the same time? Perhaps, I’m being remade anew, but thoughts of the unknown terrify me, and putting my trust in them is still something I cannot fully do.
Saint digs his fingers into my hip bones, bruising me, and I can’t get enough. I push my ass back against him, keeping time with his thrusts, and he comes with a deafening roar, shooting his load deep inside me, invading me body and soul. He slumps over my back, pulling us down on the bed. “Lo,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my back. “What are you doing to me?”
“I could ask you the same question,” I pant, trying to regulate my breathing.
He turns me around, cupping my face, and I gasp at the vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t do this, Lo. I’ve never given any part of myself to any woman.”
“I haven’t either, and I’m trusting more than just you.”
He stares into my eyes, probing the truth, and his vulnerability takes on a new slant. His eyes darken, and his hold on my face tightens. “Do not fuck me over.” He grips my cheeks tight. “I will fucking squeeze every breath from your body if you screw with me.”
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“How did you get that cut on your hand?” Saint asks as we make our way back downstairs. We have all showered—separately because the shower is small and none of us trusted we wouldn’t go back for seconds if we attempted to shower together—but there was no time to dry our hair, so it’ll be obvious as fuck when I rock up to the board.
I got Saint to grab my bag from reception when they first arrived, and my locket is securely fastened around my neck. It gives me some comfort walking into the lion’s den, knowing the conversation is being recorded.
“I’m covered in cuts and scrapes from this week,” I say, convincing myself it’s not a lie if I evade the truth. “More now,” I add, piercing them with a knowing look.
I will tell them what happened with John, and how his brother is pulling the strings, but only once we are away from here. Instructor Corr needs to pay, and losing his job will b
e good enough for me. Both men are sexist pigs, but I don’t want their deaths on my conscience. I’m hoping to get away without mentioning how I staged things Saturday night so it looked like Bry and I had been fucking in the hallway, because I don’t want Bry’s death on my conscience either.
“I’ll ask again.” A muscle clenches in Saint’s jaw. “How did that happen?” He grabs my wrist, holding my hand up, the long, thin cut evident under the clear Band-Aid.
“It doesn’t matter. I handled it,” I say, as the elevator pings and the doors slide open. Caz grabs my bag, and I storm out into the hallway.
Saint catches up to me, grabbing my elbow. “Who?”
“Forget it,” I hiss. “He’s not worth our time, or have you forgotten the shit we’re dealing with?” I yank my elbow out of his hold. “Drop it, Saint. Bry and I dealt with it. End of story.”
“Harlow. There you are.” Sinner strides across the lobby toward me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Theo, Bry, and Galen lounging on the couches. Theo is on his tablet, Galen looks bored, and Bry is scribbling on a notepad. “We’ve just finished with Bryant, so you’re up.” He slings his arm over my shoulders, tucking me into his side as he pins me with a sleazy look that sends unpleasant shivers tiptoeing up my spine. He slants a condescending look in Saint’s direction. “Don’t worry, son.” He slaps him hard on the back. “We’ll look after your girl.”
“I thought I’d come with,” Saint says, shoving his hands in his pockets and working hard to appear casual.
“That’s not how this works.” Sinner points at the couch. “Park your butt there. This won’t take long.” Discreetly, I press in on the locket, activating the recording device.
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