“It won’t just be me,” he adds, carefully watching my face for my reaction. “We’re a package deal.”
I’ve heard rumors to that effect, and it only adds to the appeal.
Butterflies invade my chest, and my body throbs with raw need. I wet my dry lips, gulping as a surge of adrenaline sluices through my veins. I know what’s on the table. What they will do and the price I must pay. If he thinks this is a dealbreaker, he’s so wrong. This is exactly what I need to get through the rest of this hellish day.
“Do it,” I say, my voice resonating with confidence, my face showcasing my eagerness.
Saint’s eyes darken to the point where they’re almost smoldering.
He wants this.
It’s a done deal.
“Saint. We should talk about this.” Displeasure underscores Galen’s tone, and if he fucks this up for me, I’ll fuck him up.
“The decision is made.” Saint turns his head, daring his cousin to argue.
Galen rubs the back of his neck, nodding tersely.
What Saint says is law.
Everyone knows it.
“Lo! I’m not playing games. Open the door, or I’m fucking breaking it open,” Darrow roars, his patience reserves all gone as he shoves his body weight at the door, rattling it.
Saint drops my chin, grabs my hand, and pulls me toward the door. He eyeballs me with his hand curled around the handle. “Last chance to back out.”
“I’m not backing out.” I press into his side, wrapping my arms around his neck and draping myself all over him, enjoying the flurry of shivers racing along my skin the instant I touch him. “I’m all in.”
Respect flashes in his eyes, but it’s so brief I’m not sure I didn’t imagine it.
Slinging his arm around my waist, he holds me close and opens the door, facing my new ex. “Darrow Knight,” Saint drawls, sliding his hand to my hip. “To what do we owe this pleasure?” Derision drips from his tone and his expression as he rubs circles on my hip with his long, inked fingers.
Darrow’s face darkens like thunder, his gaze jumping between Saint and me. The top button on his jeans is undone, he’s bare chested, and his sneakers are unlaced. I’m betting Tempest wasn’t too pleased to see him flee so fast in pursuit of me. “Get the fuck out of the room, Lo.” Darrow grabs hold of one of my arms, pulling it away from Saint’s neck.
“Fuck you, Dar,” I say as Saint pries Darrow’s meaty fingers off my flesh, reeling me back into his body. “I’ve never answered to you, and I’m not about to start now.”
“You don’t want to do this, babe.” He folds his arms across his chest, leveling me with a warning look. “You’re overreacting.”
I laugh. “You appear to be suffering delusions of grandeur. Let me help clear it up for you.” I shuck out of Saint’s embrace, prodding Darrow in the chest as I force him back. “I. Don’t. Care. You were just someone to fuck when I was bored.” I love turning his own words back on him.
He slaps my finger away, and Saint steps up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist, pulling me back into his warm body. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.” Saint’s voice could cut glass.
Galen steps up on my other side. “Get your crew, and get the fuck out of my house.”
“You touch her… You know what this means.” Darrow clenches his fists and puffs out his chest.
“You’ve crashed and burned, man.” Caz blows smoke into Darrow’s face. “Now, get lost.”
Darrow’s face turns an unhealthy shade of red. “Whore.” He narrows his eyes to slits. “I was fucking done with you anyway.”
“Yeah, that’s why you’re chasing after her, pounding on our door like some fucking pussy,” Saint replies. “You’re a mess, man.”
“I hope she’s worth it,” he barks before storming off.
“I’ll grab a few minions and escort The Arrows off the premises,” Caz says, stubbing out his cigarette on the floor. He tosses a grin in my direction. “Don’t start without me.” He waggles his brows before walking off after Darrow.
“I need a fucking drink,” Galen growls, shoving my shoulder as he pushes past me into the room. Saint steers me back inside, eyeing his cousin with a laser-sharp gaze he should be concerned about.
Obviously, the cousins don’t tell each other everything.
Theo closes the door after Caz, attempting eye contact with me, but I ignore him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
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.