could have procured yourself some earplugs from any of my drawers, or you could have moved to sleep in with Blake or Kyan. Or even gone back to the Headmaster’s quarters. I’m hardly responsible for where you decide to be while I’m fucking-”
“Stop it.” I jammed my elbow into Saint’s side and he gave me a psycho’s smile.
“Just for the record, I heard you too,” Blake added and heat flushed up my cheeks. Holy shit, was I that loud?
Saint shrugged, his expression faintly smug. “Again, not my issue.”
Kyan walked into the room, one hand stuffed down his boxers as he openly rearranged his junk and his eyes only half cracked open as he clung to sleep. His eyes widened fully though as he sought me out up on the balcony and a sideways grin pulled at his lips. “So you two finally fucked?”
“Jesus, Kyan,” I growled. “Don’t tell me even you heard it?”
“Yup,” he said, his grin growing ravenous. “Oh, I stabbed a pillow fourteen times when I was woken up by the way, so if you could order a new one of those, brother, that would be swell.” He winked at Saint who bristled.
“Tatum will never sleep in your bed again if those words are true,” Saint warned and Monroe and Blake looked set to agree. I mean, they had a point. I didn’t wanna accidentally wake up Kyan one time and end up gutted by his hunting knife.
Kyan yawned widely, moving to the fridge to grab out the milk and start chugging from the bottle. “Don’t worry, the only thing Tatum’s in danger of getting skewered by is my cock.”
“Hilarious,” I deadpanned. “You’re officially not allowed to keep knives in the bed.”
“I wouldn’t stab you, baby,” he said seriously. “I can sense when you’re close like that kid in that creepy movie who can sense dead people.”
“That’s not comforting,” I said, wrinkling my nose.
Blake slammed the coffee pot down, drawing everyone’s attention and my eyes roamed over his golden, muscular body as he gazed directly at me. “No more arguing. Get down here, Cinders, I need to fucking touch you. I’ve been starved of you for too long.”
“I want her first.” Monroe stood from the couch and I sank my teeth into my lower lip as Kyan looked ready to go to battle for me too, even though he’d had me for two whole weeks. But he hadn’t had me like that. He’d actually kept his word about that, insisting I needed to recover and not so much as using his hands on me this whole freaking time. Honestly, it had been almost as torturous as being locked up in that damn lab. Having him so close and yet refusing to touch me the way I yearned for him to had been a special kind of hell.
Saint’s fingers brushed up my arm possessively like he was considering whether he was going to allow me to leave his side or not. But it definitely wasn’t up to him.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I announced. “Then I want to talk to you all together.”
Blake’s brows lowered, looking like he was tempted to come up here and grab me. Part of me wanted him to. But I had things I needed to get clear before I fell into my desires again. Even though my body was already humming with the idea of getting Blake’s hands on me. All of their hands on me…
Oh my god, what would it be like to have them all at once? I nearly moaned with the thought of it alone, then pulled away from Saint and marched pointedly into his bathroom, locking the door behind me and releasing a steadying breath.
We’d made a fucking mess of this room last night and my eyebrows rose as I found all of the bottles that had been on the shelf above the sink still scattered across the floor. The used towels were strewn haphazardly over the space too and I bit my lip as I remembered the way Saint had dragged me out of the water after he’d finished ruining me against the shower wall, only to pin me to his bed and start devouring me all over again. I’d actually lost track of the amount of times he’d destroyed me last night, but as I caught sight of my ass in the mirror I smirked at the pinkness of my butt cheek and the faint outline of his handprint on my skin.
I showered quickly, my fingers gliding