Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,166

that? Just because some bitch had tried to take my body without my consent? Tatum wasn't her. She wasn't looking for anything from me other than what I was more than willing to give.

Saint took something from the pocket of his trunks and a faint buzzing filled the air as he moved his hand between Tatum's thighs, making her suck in a sharp breath.

My dick was hard in my trunks, throbbing with the need to touch her too and I licked my lips as I watched Saint slip the strap of her swimsuit off of her shoulder, dropping down to take her hard nipple into his mouth as he continued to move the little vibrating toy between her thighs.

Tatum's eyes opened and she looked at me as she panted for him, breathy moans escaping her as he pushed her towards the brink.

But this being Saint, he didn't just let her come that easily and he stood upright smoothly, taking the toy back and switching it off before placing it in her hand and closing her fist around it. I still hadn't gotten a good look at the thing and I knew that wasn't an accident.

Saint slid Tatum's strap back over her shoulder and leaned close to speak in her ear, though he didn't bother to lower his voice as he spoke.

"Show him you own him, siren," he instructed. "Remind him that he serves for your pleasure."

Tatum's lips pulled up into a grin as Saint stepped aside to let her approach me and I cocked my head at her with a taunting look.

"You think you can bring me to my knees for you, baby?" I teased.

"Close your eyes," she murmured. "And keep your hands to yourself."

My heart lurched at the thought of that and a refusal blossomed on my tongue. I wanted to see what was happening. I wanted to know what was going on. But as I met her blazing blue gaze, I knew what she was really asking was that I prove I trusted her.

The sound of a lock turning drew my gaze over her head to Saint as he locked us into the room before pouring a ladle of water over the rocks beside the door so steam billowed up from them.

"It's just the three of us in here," he said lightly. "And I have no desire to start touching you, so you can rest assured that everything you feel is from the girl you love."

"You can trust me," she added in a whisper, tiptoeing up to kiss me and I let my eyes fall closed as I tasted her lips, keeping them shut even when she moved her mouth along my jaw and down my neck.

My fingers flexed with the desire to grab her and I grunted in frustration as I curled them into fists at my sides and held myself there, my muscles rigid with tension.

Tatum took her time on my chest, kissing and caressing me, tracing my tattoos with her fingertips and making my skin buzz. I wanted to take hold of her, direct her movements or even stop them all together but I forced myself not to do that, concentrating on how it felt to be touched by her like that. And I didn’t hate it. When I focused on her touch, only pleasure came from the points of contact between her flesh and mine. The issues were all in my head. It was about trust like she’d said, and I did trust her. So I blew out a breath and tried to focus on nothing other than enjoying the attention she was laying on me.

But as I felt her drop to her knees in front of me, keeping my eyes closed became a pure battle of will and my hand jerked forward an inch as the desire to grab hold of her filled me. I didn't want her to stop, but the feeling of her fingers slipping into my waistband made my heart race. For a moment I thought about that fucking asshole trying to get me hard so that she could put her mouth on my body.

My fingers brushed against Tatum's hair and Saint's voice filled the heated room.

"No touching."

"I've got you, baby," Tatum promised as she caught my hand and turned it, placing a kiss in the centre of my palm as my fingers skimmed along her jaw.

"I know," I replied, releasing a heavy breath and pushing those dumb thoughts from my mind.

Tatum had nothing to do with what Deepthroat had