A tall black floor lamp stands in the corner, casting a warm glow, while a low shelf beneath the TV holds framed photos of him with the other two sexy-ass brothers at graduation, a speaker, and a neatly stacked pile of books.
Everything about this place screams him.
The gray comforter is perfectly smoothed over, and the way he eases me down onto it makes it feel like it’s been waiting for me all along. His body hovers over mine, hand sliding up the slit of my robe until the silk parts completely, exposing my lingerie underneath. His eyes darken, mesmerizing every detail.
“Damn,” he breathes, a hint of a growl beneath it. “Remind me to take you lingerie shopping.”
Before I can say anything, his tongue moves against mine, setting the pace, telling me without words that the club isn’t where I’m ending the night.
Walking away is not something my body is considering right now.
I loop my arms around his neck and drawing him in closer. The cool edge of his chain brushes my collarbone as tongue explores mine, memorizing each movement. His fingers find my straps, slipping them down my shoulder, then the other, until my breasts slip free.
His thumb slides over the swell of my nipple before leaning down to kiss my piercing. “This… this body right here, is all mine,” he whispers against my skin.
The robe falls open wider, his lips trailing from my neck down to the center of my chest, lingering at every curve. Hismouth closes over my nipple and my breathing slips. My hand finds the back of his head, his waves soft under my fingers. My body arches into him, his lips trailing lower, hands anchoring me to the bed as the air between us turns heavy. His touch is slower than Cairo’s, more deliberate, like every move is meant to claim a reaction, not territory.
I sink into his rhythm. No stage lights, no crowd, no pretending. Just me, him, and the cool bed that holds us as he presses into me, deepening everything we’ve been circling from the moment I stepped through his door.
His weight settles over me, the comforter rustling beneath us. His hand slides down my side, rough palm against soft skin, until his fingers hook the lace at my hips. He tugs slowly, easing the lingerie lower, his caramel delights never leaving mine.
“I whisper, “Saint…” his name catching in my throat.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, lifting his head just enough to smirk. “I told you—I want all of you. I’m not rushing this.”
His hands push my lingerie and robe the rest of the way down, leaving me in nothing but the heels he begged me to keep on. He stands at the edge of the bed, admiring the view. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, the outline of his hard cock straining.
I prop myself on my elbows, teasing him. “Fuck me.”
Grinning, he shoves his sweats down, his thick cock throbbing, as he climbs back over me. His mouth crashes into mine, with a gentleness under it that makes my heart race. His fingers slip into my hair, tugging lightly, while his other hand cups my jaw as he deepens the kiss, crowding my hips with his.
His tongue strokes mine slow—tasting, learning, until I’m chasing him. He groans into my mouth, pushing his heavy cock inside me. He settles into me, the moment stealing every thought. He slides inside me, each unhurriedthrust staking a claim he has no intention of giving up. His hand slips under my thigh, lifting me higher until the heel of my shoe presses into his back, pulling me closer.
“You feel that? No one else is touching you like this. No one ca make you feel the way I do. I don’t care who thinks they’ve got you—you’re mine.” He says between thrusts.
“You’ll remember this every second I’m not with you. Every time you think, every time you breathe—you’ll think of me. And no one, is taking you away from me.”
I brace myself against him, fingers gripping tight, my nails pressing into his shoulders. His chain jumps against his skin with every powerful thrust. Sweat coats my face, my makeup is probably ruined but I don’t care—I need to come.
My pussy clenches, lava flowing through my veins. “Please, Saint,” I beg.
He fucks me harder, pushing in deep, grinding his hips inside me as the heat builds past the point of no return. It isn’t fire like Cairo—it’s something deeper. Something that roots me in place, making me feel whole even as the world breaks open around me.
I’m so close to the edge that when he pushes into me hard one last time, it sends me over the edge. My pussy throbs from how good he feels, how big he is, and most of all the way he made love to me.
I can’t remember the last time I was made love to. I’m not even sure I ever have been. There was a time I thought Jacob and Levy made love to me—but I’ve thankfully grown out of that delusion.
His arm wraps tight around my waist, hauling me against his chest. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. Your mine Jainey Renee—mine,” he vows.
I listen to his heartbeat and wonder how the hell two men can make me feel so completely different—and why part of me wants to keep both.
Trying to catch my breath, he continues to drive into me, making love to me. My moans turn feral as he slides his full length out and back inside, hitting my spot—until pleasure blooms everywhere at once, and all I can feel is the high of it, weightless and endless, carrying me straight into the dark.
Chapter Forty Five
WildEmotions
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