The Sainthood : A Dark High School Romance (The Complete Series)

by Siobhan Davis

  Fingers curl around my hand, and I jolt awake, springing up, my gaze darting around the strange room until I get my bearings. Caz is snoring in the chair beside me. Theo is asleep, draped over his tablet at the end of the bed, and Galen’s chair is empty. I’m guessing he’s with Alisha. My gaze drifts to the man in the bed, the guy threading his fingers in mine, and my pulse races when I lock eyes on Saint’s tired, bright blue ones. “You’re awake,” I blurt, stating the obvious.

  “It would appear so.” His voice is hoarse, and I grab the cup of ice chips by his bed, tipping a few into his mouth.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Like I’m ready to get out of here.”

  I roll my eyes. “I already know you’re going to be the grumpiest patient ever,” I tease.

  “Bite me.” He grins, waggling his brows.

  I lean in close, lining my mouth up with his. “I’ll make you a deal,” I whisper over his lips. “Stay here until the doctor discharges you, and I’ll blow you the second we get home.”

  His fingers wind through my hair, and he pulls my mouth down to his, kissing me possessively. “How about I’ll discharge myself now, and you can blow me the second we get home?”

  I roll my eyes again. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “But you love me.” His eyes shine with the truth.

  “I do.” My smile fades. “You scared me. There was so much blood.”

  “You can’t get rid of me that easily, my queen.” He brushes hair off my face. “We’re going to grow old and gray together.”

  “I love the sound of that.” Happy tears well in my eyes.

  “Hey, man,” Caz leans forward, squinting to clear his sleepy gaze. “Glad you’re awake.” A frown mars his brow. “Why does it say Mr. Westbrook on the chart by your bed?”

  “’Cause that’s my name,” Saint coolly replies.

  My eyes pop wide, and my jaw slackens as I stare at the chart. I hadn’t noticed it before now. “You’re going to do it? You’re seriously taking my name?”

  His eyes probe mine. “Is that okay?”

  “Yes! Of course,” I splutter, as tears stab my eyes again. “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure. I’m done being a Lennox.”

  I’m not in the least bit surprised. “You don’t want to take your mom’s surname?” I inquire, because that might seem more logical. Plus, I’ve no issue taking that name. It was Lennox I had the issue with because I want no ties to that bastard rotting in hell. But Mrs. Harlow Young has a nice ring to it.

  “No.” Saint goes quiet. “I don’t want to share a name with another man who has let me down.”

  I know he’s not referring to Bry. I nod, cupping his face, my eyes wet with tears of the emotional kind. “Then Mr. Westbrook it is.”

  EPILOGUE

  10 Months Later

  THEO UNLOCKS THE front door to our two-story beachfront property, stepping aside to let me walk in first. I drop my keys on the hall table, kicking off my sneakers, as Theo and Galen follow me into our new house. “What time did Caz and Saint say they’d be home?” I ask, strolling into the large open-plan kitchen and dining room, heading toward the French doors at the rear.

  “They’re planning to leave the garage early. Caz said he’ll grill steaks.” Galen snakes his arms around me from behind. “Where do you think you’re going?” Brushing my hair to one side, he nips at my neck with his teeth.

  “It’s still warm outside. I thought I’d study by the pool until my other two husbands get home from work.”

  It’s only been one month since Theo and I started at Brown, but I’m already drowning in assignments, and I intend to stay on top of my studies.

  “Boring,” Galen singsongs in my ear, his hands trailing lower on my body, igniting a furnace inside me.

  “Don’t tell me you’re caught up on your assignments already, because I’ll never believe that,” I murmur, fighting a moan.

  Galen applied to Brown too, but he wasn’t accepted, so he’s studying business at Providence College. Most days, he drives the forty-minute journey with Theo and me although we brought all our cars with us to Rhode Island, even my dad’s Gran Turismo.

  “Nope, but I’ve one word for you.” His fingers slide beneath the waistband of my jean shorts. “Priorities.”

  I twist around in his embrace, circling my arms around his neck. “I think I like where this is going.”

  “Me too,” Theo adds, dumping his book bag on the island along with his tablet. He saunters toward us with a lopsided grin, sliding his body behind me, grinding his hips into my ass.

  “Fuck, you two don’t play fair,” I groan, as Galen pops the button on my jeans, dragging my zipper down.

  “Don’t pretend you’re complaining,” Galen teases, sliding his hand into my panties and cupping my bare pussy.

  “You can’t get enough of our cocks,” Theo adds, squeezing the cheeks of my ass.

  “Guilty as charged,” I moan, riding Galen’s hand.

  Galen chuckles when I pout as his hand leaves my heat to slide my shorts down my legs. Jumping up, I wrap my legs around his trim waist. “Ravish me, gentlemen.” I angle my head back, finding Theo’s mouth warm and welcoming. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan. “And I’ll pretend you’re my assignment.”

  “I expect full dedication, Mrs. Westbrook.” Theo yanks his shirt over his head and unbuttons his jeans.

  “You can expect nothing less,” I call out in a teasing tone as Galen walks me into the living room.

  “Get naked, angel,” he demands, shucking out of his clothes. “I need to be inside you.”

  Theo steps into the living room, completely naked, holding lube in his hand, and liquid lust floods my pussy as I make quick work of the rest of my clothes.

  Galen lies down flat on the large leather sectional, pulling me down over his face. I scream as his tongue goes to town on my cunt while Theo hovers over us, playing with my tits as he makes love to my mouth.

  Galen brings me to orgasm in record time, and I’m a mass of quivering cells as he slides me down his body, lowering me over his hard erection. Deep-seated contentment washes over me as he fills me up. Theo presses his body against me from behind, raining kisses on my face and my neck as I ride Galen’s cock. Teasing my puckered hole with two slick fingers, Theo continues kissing me until I’m literally putty in his hands. He eases slowly into my ass, and I sigh a happy sigh.

  I still love sex, and I can’t get enough of my guys. I hope it never ends.

  Hands, lips, and cocks adore me as we fuck on the couch in the living room with a familiarity that comes from intimate carnal knowledge. It’s been over a year, and my lust for my husbands hasn’t faded at all. If anything, I’m hornier than ever.

  Things are good. We’ve settled into our new life here in Newport. Caz and Saint are overjoyed to have their own garage, and it’s already picking up steady business. Caz is in control of the workshop while Saint is running the business side of things. Both are attending courses at the local community college a couple of nights a week.

  The front door slams. “Honey, I’m home!” Caz calls out, like he does every night, and a humongous smile graces my mouth.

  “You’re early,” I say, over a moan, looking over my shoulder as Caz and Saint step into the living room.

  “You started the party without us. No fair.” Caz mock pouts, striding toward me with purpose. He plants a hard kiss on my mouth. “Looking sexy as fuck, queenie.”

  “Hurry up and get naked,” I demand, eyeballing Saint as he strips.

  “Hey, babe.” Caz kisses Theo, and I melt, like always. Things are really good between the guys now. While I’m their main focus, and they never leave me in any doubt, they usually spend one night a week together, doing couple stuff by themselves, and I’m A-Okay with that. The sight of them together still turns me into a puddle of liquid arousal.

  “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.

  _______________

  “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.

  “How long are you going to keep reminding him of this,” I ask after chewing a piece of delicious steak. “Because Saintly’s likely to murder you if you don’t drop it, and I’m quite fond of your face.”

  I know why Caz does it. Nothing insults my grumpy alpha husband more than questioning his manhood, and Caz just loves pushing his buttons.

  “My face or my dick?” Caz asks, and Theo rolls his eyes.

  “You have dick on the brain, dude,” Galen says. “Saintly’s right. You should get that shit checked out.”

  Caz molds his mouth into an O shape. “Galen siding with his cousin. Shocker.”

  “No one is taking sides; although, if you continue to poke the beast, I might need to incentivize you into toeing the line,” I add, patting Saint’s thigh.

  Caz relents, like I knew he would. He throws u
p his hands. “No need to invoke the cockblocking strategy, babe. You know I’m only yanking Saint’s chain.” He grins at Saint. “You know I love you, man.”

  Saint rolls his eyes, and Caz chuckles.

  “And I’ve always got your back,” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Next time it happens, we’ll fulfil conjugal duties on your behalf.”

  Saint throws a bread roll at Caz’s head, and Caz’s chest rumbles with laughter, knowing he’s won this round.

  Never a dull moment, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  The conversation flows freely as we eat dinner after Caz quits winding Saint up, focusing on different topics.

  “I heard from Diesel today,” Theo says, and Saint, predictably, scowls.

  He can pretend he still doesn’t like him, but we all know the truth. There’s a begrudging respect between them now.

  “Is he still overseas?” I ask, spearing a piece of lettuce with my fork.

  “Yeah. He sounds as busy as ever.”

  “What’d he want?” Caz asks, pushing his empty plate away and rubbing his toned flat stomach.

  “To offer me a job.” Theo beams.

  “Get the fuck out.” Grinning widely, I stretch across the table to high-five my super-smart, super-sexy guy. “That’s awesome. I’m proud of you.”

  “It’s only part-time, but it’s all stuff I can do remotely, and I want to contribute to the household finances.”

  The only disagreement between us these past few months has been over money. Which I fucking hate, because it shouldn’t matter where the money comes from as long as we have enough. And we do. Between my generous inheritance and the sizable sum Galen got for the sale of his grandma’s house and land, we have more than enough to last us a lifetime even after purchasing this house, the garage business, and paying college tuition.

  The guys donated all their savings to charity, because they didn’t want money that had come from illegal activities. They split their funds between a leading addiction support center with branches in Lowell and Prestwick and a new charity called Moonlight that provides a safe haven and support services for victims of sex trafficking.