with smiles on our faces,” I joked and she groaned again.
“Tatum,” Saint growled and I looked back to find him standing at the foot of the bed seeming way too fucking calm as he fixed her in his gaze and beckoned with a single finger.
I held her tightly against me but she wriggled away, slipping down the bed between me and Blake before crawling over Kyan who was still laughing as he slapped her ass again on her way by. When she moved to stand before Saint, I reached out and grabbed one of the pillows, tossing it over my junk to make it seem like I was at least trying to appear apologetic for the mess we’d made of his bed.
Tatum bit her lip as Saint looked her up and down before reaching out to touch her.
His fingers brushed against her lips which were swollen from so many pleasure filled kisses, before trailing down to her throat where pink marks showed the position Kyan’s fingers had maintained while he fucked her.
Tatum gasped as his fingertips shifted over the bite marks on her neck to a love bite on her left breast and her nipples hardened at the contact, her breath hitching.
I might have wanted to deny the idea of her feeling this way about Saint too, but her body was making the truth painfully obvious and for a moment, it looked like he might have been about to fulfil that desire flaring in her eyes and join us down here on his bed.
Instead of that, his calm mask stayed in place as he found finger marks on her hips and thighs before turning her around to inspect Kyan’s handprints on her round ass.
Saint tugged Tatum’s hair over her shoulder and leaned close behind her back so that he could speak into her ear.
“I should punish you for each and every one of the marks you let them place on your body in my bed,” he growled and Blake bit down on his knuckles to hold back his amusement as we all waited for him to blow.
“That seems fair,” Tatum breathed, shivering as her hardened nipples drew my attention and Saint pressed even closer to her.
“I will then,” he said in a dark tone. “But not now. Now you can go and clean yourself up and think about what you’ve done. I’ll make you suffer in suspense over how and when that punishment is coming. If you wanted my attention, siren, you really should have just asked for it.”
“Maybe this is me asking for it,” she murmured.
“Be careful what you wish for.” He gave her a little push and she bit her lip, throwing the three of us an apologetic glance before heading off to the bathroom for a shower.
The moment the door closed behind her, Saint turned his icy gaze on us and Kyan fell apart laughing, cupping his hands behind his head and just owning that fact that he had his cock out in front of a man who looked more than tempted to rip it off.
Saint’s gaze slid to me where I much more respectfully held a pillow over my junk and his eyes narrowed.
“Did you assume I would find the sight of your dick more offensive than the act of you rubbing it all over my pillow?” he asked in a dry tone and Blake burst into laughter too.
“Err,” I couldn’t quite come up with the appropriate response to that and I was really fighting the urge to start laughing in my mission to be at least a little bit apologetic for what we’d done, but it was damn hard to do.
“I found something outside that I need you all to look at,” Saint said in a deadly serious tone, changing the subject abruptly. “I think someone’s been trying to get down into the catacombs out there and I’m concerned that The Temple isn’t secure.”
“Shit,” I gasped, shoving the pillow away from me as I got out of the bed, the mood sobering instantly as all three of us quickly tracked down our pants and tugged them back on again.
“When I get my hands on that fucking Justice Ninja, he’s gonna wish I would kill him,” Kyan snarled and Saint made a sound of agreement before leading us all downstairs.
He set a fast pace, kicking on his shoes and heading out into the dark, the three of us hurrying to follow him as he led the way around the back of the building into the shadows.
“There,”