we just needed to get through this shit though, so it wasn't worth questioning.
We grabbed some swimming trunks from the clothes in my room and Saint didn't even complain about borrowing my shit. Officially, this was where I lived so I had a lot of clothes here. Liam had insisted I move in with him after I enrolled at Everlake Prep, but between boarding at the school and spending the summers with my friends, I’d managed to avoid spending more than the odd week here since then.
We got changed and Saint shoved his laptop into the black bag he liked to haul around before we headed down through the house. We had to walk down a little glass corridor to reach the pool house. When we stepped into the wooden building with bi-folding glass doors which ran along the right side of the room, the steam from the warm water enveloped us.
I looked out over the blue tiled pool and frowned as I failed to spot Tatum, but Saint just started walking straight towards the sauna at the left of the space.
We stepped inside and found Tatum there, laying on one of the high wooden benches with her eyes closed but a smile touched her lips at the sound of the door, and she blinked them open again as she looked to us. The dry heat of the sauna wrapped itself around me and I sighed as I breathed in the woody scent of the room, feeling some tension run out of my body just because I was here with her.
"To what do I owe this surprise?" she asked, biting her lip as her gaze ran over our half-dressed bodies.
Tatum was wearing a figure hugging sapphire blue one-piece and the colour made her eyes sparkle even more than usual.
"I brought you a gift, siren," Saint said before I could try to explain our plan to her. "But I didn't put a bow on him because I didn't think he could pull it off."
Tatum sat up and turned so that her feet were on the bench beneath the one she sat on and I was glad to see she seemed more than interested in playing along with us.
"Saint thinks I need to work through my dominance issues a bit. He claims I need to deal with all the Deepthroat stuff more," I supplied, my throat thickening a little as I tried to sound casual about that. "He thinks I should try letting you be in charge."
"I'm pretty sure I'll be the one in charge," Saint supplied, placing the black bag down and unzipping it before pulling out a coil of smooth rope.
My mind instantly filled with images of all the ways I'd like to tie Tatum up with it and I huffed out a breath as he looked at me, realising it wasn't meant for her at all.
Tatum bit her lip, a frown pulling at her brow as she looked at me. “Are you sure you’re ready?” she asked, like she’d known all along that I needed this. Fuck, had I really been so blind to my own issues?
“Yeah, I’m ready, baby,” I growled, wanting to do this for her as much as myself.
"On second thought," Saint said, dropping the rope back into the bag. "It would be a better test if you were just forced to control yourself rather than using the rope as a crutch."
Tatum laughed, standing up and hopping off of the benches as she approached us. "Kyan controlling himself? I'd like to see that."
"You don't think I can do it?" I asked, the challenge in her eyes making me even more determined to prove her wrong.
"I'd like to see you try," she replied, amusement still clear on her expression as she turned and looked up at Saint.
He took her chin in his grasp before cutting his eyes to me. "Watch. Don't touch," he commanded making me instantly want to do the very opposite of what he'd just said as he leaned forward and closed the distance between his and Tatum's mouths.
She moaned into his kiss as he deepened it, his hand keeping her face still while the other slid down her body, caressing her breast through her swimsuit where her hard nipples pressed through it.
Tatum's hands slid up his chest in return and my mouth dried out as I watched the way she touched him, knowing that whenever she did that to me, I usually put an end to it pretty quickly. But why did I do