of the night on my lap, so I could feel how tense she was, but she hid it well. The only time she completely relaxed, though, was when it was just the three of us.” I strip out of my cut, placing it on the chair with his.
This woman does something to me and I can’t figure out if I like it or not. People often say I have a short attention span and get bored easily, and yeah that’s all true, but when I find something that sparks my interest, I can become a tad obsessive.
Maybe it’s the fact that she isn’t scared of me or that she’ll stand toe to toe with me when grown men twice her size cower in fear. Maybe it’s both. What I do know is she stirs my blood and makes my cock as hard as steel.
“The question is, why?” Saint muses, making me frown. What the hell were we talking about?
“Why what?” I ask, pulling off my T-shirt and jeans.
“Why is she so trusting around us when we’re the biggest threat to her?” he replies, following suit and removing his own clothes.
My eyes catch on the scar on his stomach for a second before I look up at him and shrug. “Either she hasn’t noticed how enticing she is to predators like us,” I start.
“Or she likes playing with wolves,” Saint finishes, looking down as he licks his lips.
“Christ, she’s so fucking hot,” I grumble, my dick standing to attention as I slip my boxers off and toss them, along with my jeans and T-shirt, on the sofa against the far wall.
Saint does the same, neither of us batting an eye at each other’s nakedness. When you have the kind of shared relationship we do, you end up seeing more dick than a porn star.
I watch as Saint bends and unlaces her boots, slipping them free from her feet, followed by her socks. When he moves back, I step forward and pop the button on her jeans. I slide the zipper down, lifting her a little so I can pull the tight material over her curvaceous ass and down her thighs.
I have to squeeze my eyes shut for a minute and count to ten or Reign’s going to wake up in the morning to find my cum all over her chest. I’ve had my fair share of women, each one different from the last but I swear none of them have made me lose my mind like this one. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to climb between her legs and slip my weeping cock inside her.
Saint’s bark of laughter has me looking for the source of his mirth. I can’t help but laugh too when I find it. Reign’s tiny black cotton panties have a red stop sign on the front saying access denied.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter.
Pulling the jeans from her legs, I toss them on the floor as Saint crawls up on the bed beside her. Somehow, he manages to wrangle her out of her tank top and bra without disturbing her.
“Jesus, she sleeps like she’s dead.” Saint chuckles, turning to look at me. He sees me staring at her cloth-covered pussy and smirks. “You going to leave those on?”
“Nope.” Not a fucking chance. I stare down at her underwear for a minute, the last scrap of clothing hiding her from us, before walking over to my discarded jeans. I riffle around in the pockets until I find my flip knife, then toss the jeans away as I prowl back over to her. I don’t bother trying to ease these off, she won’t be needing them anymore.
“Access denied.” I snort; she’s funny, I’ll give her that.
I slip the blade under the edge of her panties and cut through the cloth with ease, repeating the process on the other side, leaving her bare.
“Fuck,” I grumble, closing my eyes and counting to ten again. This girl is gonna be the death of me.
“She waxes?” Saint groans, clearly feeling my pain. Of course, I already knew she waxed but seeing her like this makes my mouth water, craving her unique taste.
I lift the knife to flick it closed and freeze when Reign’s eyes spring open and fix on mine for a minute before dropping to the knife. “I’ll admit this looks bad.” I wince.
“Waking up to a self-proclaimed psychopath leaning over me with a knife in his hand? Nah, it happens all the time,” she mumbles, rolling over