I washed the night away, too drawn to the men I’d left downstairs to linger under the hot spray for long. I shut it off, ran a towel over my damp skin, then crossed the hallway, naked, to the bedroom that had become no longer Cam’s alone, but ours.
The lights were off, curtains open and swaying in the breeze from the nearby ocean, the only glow in the room from the candle on the dresser. Knowing Saint liked watching the shadows dance on the wall, Cam lit it every night and I replaced it every time it burned down.
I remembered lighting it the first night I’d been here with Cam. Saint had waited outside in the dark, watching the crashing waves, the sky, and every inch of Cam’s property, keeping us safe. I sometimes thought half his brain was still there, guarding, sacrificing. He did not trust the peace that had settled over the club—I knew that. But he trusted us.
Trusted Cam enough to pin him to the bed and kiss him.
I stopped in the doorway, watching Cam’s beautiful body as he curved around Saint, the slow thrust of his hips more like something Saint would do to us than a weapon from Cam’s arsenal. With a casual glance, I might’ve thought that they were already fucking, but the gentle intimacy was something else.
Something far more important.
Saint caught me watching. Still entwined with Cam, he coaxed me closer with a gaze I could not resist. I slid onto the bed and into his embrace, finding solace and a home in his kiss.
Cam and I wrapped ourselves around him. The first night we’d all slept together in the clubhouse residence, it had been me in the middle. After Cam had been shot, we’d switched it up, cocooning him in a love I did not believe he’d seen coming. But for months now, we’d caged Saint between us, watching over him all night long, so scared, still, that we would lose him.
“Alexei.” Saint whispered my name against my lips, his hands warm on my face.
I gave him everything. “What is it, wingman? What do you need?”
He did not answer with words, he rarely did, even now he had found his voice again after being so badly hurt. Instead he kissed me again and applied a light pressure to the back of my neck.Take me in your mouth.
I could not refuse. I did not want to. Sliding Saint’s cock between my lips was a privilege he did not ask of me often.
Cam did not ask me ever and his hot gaze tracked me now as I moved down Saint’s scarred body, ghosting my tongue over the healed burn on his chest and the surgical incision on his abdomen. If I did not concentrate, rage would consume me once again, but this was no place for anger, and I pushed those feelings away. They would keep or they would perish, I did not care.
Saint was so hard. I took him down my throat and revelled in his shocked groan. I could not see what Cam was doing to him, but the undulating of Saint’s body, the pulse of his cock, let me know that it consumed him.
I felt that. Cam had magic hands and a wicked tongue.
Also, a patience he did not always get credit for when Saint was in the room.
I could be patient too. My fist found its way to my own cock while I swallowed Saint. Making him come was sometimes difficult, but terrorising him with pleasure was easy. I loved how he shook and cursed. How sweat coated his skin and his cock leaked tiny drops of his arousal onto my tongue. Like Cam, he was an honest lover. He hid nothing, and I took it all. Greedy for him.
In love with him.
Saint hooked his hands beneath my shoulders and tugged me up the bed, depositing me on my back. He raised my leg, draping it over his hip, and pushed inside me with just saliva for lubrication because he knew I liked it that way. Knew I craved that dizzying burn.
He fucked me with slow, steady strokes, stoking that fire, adding fuel to it with every pass of his cock over my prostate, his forehead pressed tight to mine, focused on me, giving me everything.
This man... he always fucked like this. So absolutely. And I could not take it. It was too good. Toopure.
I did not deserve it.
“Lexi.” Cam’s voice was a low rumble. He stretched out beside me and gripped my chin. “Enjoy him.”
“You think I am not?”
“I think you’re in your head. Get out of it.”
“Make me.”
It was a challenge they had yet to accept—to fuck me at the same time, their dicks sliding together inside me. And they would not accept it today. I had much work to do on that front.So sweet.But something lingered in Cam’s dark eyes all the same. Something unknown. He watched Saint fuck me, as fascinated by the mess Saint made of me as he was by the flex of Saint’s strong body.
He skated a hand down Saint’s spine and kissed his shoulder.
Saint’s gaze smouldered. “Do what you want.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
