flushed, and smiles. “Who’s your favorite now?” he asks smugly.
“Well, I still have one to go, right?” I question breathlessly. He sighs but laughs at my audacity as he rolls over and Saint takes his cue to climb aboard the biker express.
“Hey,” I whisper as he presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Hey,” he whispers back before trailing kisses over my cheek, along my jaw, and down my throat. I gasp before he drags his nose up behind my ear and places a soft kiss there, making me shudder.
His thigh slips between mine and presses against my heated core as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it before licking at the seam of my lips and diving inside when I open for him.
If Bates was the starter and Priest the main course, then that makes Saint the dessert, and Lord knows I have a sweet tooth.
He presses his thigh against me harder, which I unconsciously grind down on as his hand trails up over my ribs, this thumb brushing over my nipple briefly before it’s gone, making me question if it happened at all until he does it again and again.
I can feel myself spiraling, chasing after that elusive ‘O’. As I tear my lips from his to make him slow his roll a little so I can gain the upper hand once more, he pinches my nipple hard, sending me unexpectedly careening over the edge.
“You fucking bastard,” Bates grumbles, breaking through my ‘O’ haze, making me stiffen with embarrassment as I bury my head against Saint’s arm.
“Hbhchkzmq,” I mumble incoherently, feeling my face flame as he chuckles.
“What was that?” he teases, lifting off me a little. It’s only then I realize Priest is still lying beside me.
“You know I could have done that for you,” Priest taunts, running a fingertip over my collarbone.
“I meant to stop him, I swear,” I admit. “But he’s a sneaky fucker, using sweet kisses to turn my brain to mush before moving in for the kill. I’ll have to remember to watch out for that,” I reply, glaring at Saint, feeling flustered and kind pissed at myself for being so easily played.
“I’m not apologizing,” Saint says, looking down at me. “You’re the only fucking thing that’s got my dick hard since I got back.”
Everyone goes quiet at that as I try to process his words. I cock my head curiously. Got back from where?
“Fuck. Seriously? What about Mindy? I saw you disappear with her the night of your welcome home party.” Bates speaks before I can ask. Saint shrugs, his eyes locked on mine.
“She just didn’t do it for me. None of the girls do. Nothing sparked my interest. Not six weeks ago when I came home, not last week when the club girls were vying for my attention and not today, until you,” he admits softly, watching me before turning back to Bates.
“If not for the fact I wake up hard every morning, I would have wondered if the knife wound did more damage than I realized. But no, after seeing Reign here it appears my dick was just being picky.” He shakes his head.
Knife wound? What the fuck?
I look at Priest, who is studying me with a frown before I stare back up at Saint.
“Back from where?” I ask with narrowed eyes. I’m not touching the Mindy issue. It was before I got here so the less I know about that, the better.
He looks like he’d rather not answer, but he does anyway. “I was in prison. I got out six weeks ago,” he divulges, his body ramrod straight.
I stare up at him with wide eyes, thinking about his demeanor compared to the other two and how he is with me before hesitantly asking my next question.
“What happened?” I bite my lip, not sure he’ll answer.
“Most people ask what I did,” he says, blowing out his cheeks.
I shrug. I’m not most people.
He answers with a sigh, spilling the details of what happened to him and the aftermath that followed, all while his body remains rigid over mine.
“What a bunch of fucking dicks,” I curse. I hate people in power who use it to lord over others who should be able to look up to them. The system is flawed, but I still believe for every bad seed, there are two good ones.
“That about sums it up,” Saint agrees with a mirthless laugh. He dips a little lower so his face is all I can see. “I