Caz’s lips descend on mine, and we kiss until I pull away. “I’m a sweaty mess.”
“That’s my favorite look on you,” Saint says, capturing my attention as he approaches behind Caz.
I drink him in and note how that dirty-blond hair I love so much has grown a little longer, his eyes seem bluer, and the intensity that radiates from his every pore seems heavier but less oppressive. The urge to run into his arms rides me hard, but I play it cool.
He grabs my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. “You good?”
“I’m good.”
He lowers his face, planting his mouth against mine with no hesitation. His tongue prods at the seam of my lips, and I open for him, knowing it’s futile to resist. His tongue swallows me whole, and I cling to him as I sway on my feet.
Damn, can this man kiss—branding me with the expert ministrations of his lips and his tongue, ruining me for all eternity.
I have to blink to clear my vision when we finally break apart, still clutching him because I don’t trust my legs not to go out from under me.
“I think I got pregnant just watching that,” Caz jokes.
Saint smirks, and I roll my eyes, walking to where Galen and Theo hang back. “Hey.”
“Nicely played, Lo.” Theo kisses my cheek, pinning me with a proud smile.
“Sinner was bragging to no end,” Galen says, and I eye him warily. The bruises have faded, and the cuts are healing nicely, showcasing more of his pretty face. His green eyes plead with me, but he’s not off the hook. Not by a long shot.
Ignoring him, I turn around, addressing Saint. “Is there time to grab a quick shower before I need to meet the board?” I knew Sinner and the other members of the board would watch our final test today and that my initiation tasks would be issued thereafter. To say I’m not scared would be a lie. I know he’ll push me to extremes, in the hope I’ll fail, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
Saint glances at his cell. “There’s time.”
“Cool.” My eyes dart to Caz’s. “You look a little dirty.”
His lips kick up. “I’m more than a little dirty,” he agrees, walking to me. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in to his face. “I’m positively filthy.”
“It’s settled then.” I grab his hand, heading toward the exit, ignoring the dour look on Bry’s face and the eyeballs glued to my back. Caz glances at me, fixing me with a pointed look, and I know what he’s saying. Refusing to meet his eyes, I pull him out into the corridor.
Pain barrels up my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut, slamming to a halt. “Damn it all to hell,” I mutter, shaking my head and blinking my eyes open. “Stay here.” I kiss the corner of Caz’s mouth before rushing back into the room.
Saint lifts his gaze to mine, and he’s not quick enough to shield his hurt. I stalk across the room and snag his hand. I stretch up, pressing my mouth to his ear. “I need you.”
I need both of them.
Nothing gets my juices flowing like fighting and shooting, and I’ve been on a high all week and horny as fuck, resorting to fingering myself most nights to thoughts of my guys.
I just kicked ass at the showcase, and the adrenaline still flowing through my veins needs an outlet. I also need a distraction because I know what’s coming next won’t be pleasant. I need my guys to take the edge off.
Saint peers into my eyes, and I let him see all that.
“We’ll meet you in the lobby,” Saint says to the others, his eyes never leaving mine.
I avoid looking at any of them as I lead Saint out to the hallway where Caz is waiting with an exuberant smile.
We don’t talk as we travel in the elevator to my room. I hold hands with Caz while my free hand runs up and down the side of Saint’s leg.
The instant we are inside my room, they descend like vultures zeroing in on their prey. “We don’t have much time,” I rasp, as Saint tugs at my shirt while Caz unbuttons my pants.
“Not a problem, princess.” Saint smirks, lifting my shirt up and tossing it to the floor.
We undress in record time, and I take turns kissing them before dropping to my knees. I grab hold of both their erect cocks, stroking them in long, firm tugs before I lean in, taking Saint’s hard dick into my mouth. I continue stroking Caz as I suck Saint off, and then, I switch around, alternating back and forth between them.
“Enough.” Saint yanks his dick from my mouth, lifting me up by the arms and throwing me down on the bed.
