“You guys! Stop that!” Ashley slides onto Jase’s lap, slapping his chest, and it’s my turn to sport the deer-in-a-headlights look. When I mentioned she had a good thing going, I assumed she was fucking Jase behind her boyfriend’s back, as well as her bestie’s. But by the casual way she’s flaunting herself on Jase’s lap, it’s obvious her boyfriend is in the know, where Julia clearly isn’t.I wonder if she turns a blind eye on purpose? Or is she so arrogant she believes no one would cheat on her? Or is she just that stupid?
Ashley flashes me a blinding smile, and I raise my beer to her, grinning.Good for you, girl. Jase and Chad are hot if you’re into the whole jock look.
Which I’m not.
Because I prefer my men rough and reckless with a side of danger.
“Harlow Westbrook,” Chad says, giving me a long once-over. “It’s been a while. You look good.”
“Thanks, but we’re not here for chitchat.”
He scrubs a hand along his smooth jaw. “Yeah, didn’t think you were.” He stands, jerking his head up at Saint. “I heard The Sainthood rolled into town. Took you long enough to show up here.”
“We’ve been busy,” Saint says, releasing his hold on me. “You the guy I need to talk with?” Chad nods. “Let’s get down to business.”
Drinks are poured, and Caz, Theo, and I join Ashley and the others on the couch, taking turns enjoying a few rounds of COD on Xbox while Jase, Chad, Galen, and Saint discuss business.
When they finish their conversation, and rejoin the main group, I can’t make out anything on Saint’s or Galen’s faces, but they’re not throwing punches, so I’m hoping that means it was a productive meeting.
“Stay, have a beer,” Chad says, lifting Ashley and sliding onto the couch underneath her. She settles on his lap, circling her arm around his neck.
“Thanks, man, but we’ve got plans,” Caz says, answering before Saint can. Caz jumps up, pulling me with him and sliding his arms around my waist from behind. He presses his lips to my neck. “Plans that can’t wait,” he murmurs against my skin.
Chad and Jase grin, and Ashley smiles. “Feel free to use any of the guest bedrooms. Upstairs is closed off to the assholes.”
Laughter bubbles up my throat. “Thanks for the offer, but I think we’ll split.” I clasp Caz’s hands joined at my waist. “What I have in mind requires the privacy of our own space.”
A chorus of whoops and hollers ring out, and Saint smirks, yanking me from Caz’s embrace. I’ve noticed he gets extra possessive in a crowd.
I briefly debate dragging the guys into the living room as we pass through the main house. A lively crowd is dancing to beats blaring from loudspeakers, and I’m tempted, but my need to get them under and over me is stronger, so I say nothing, and we leave the party behind to attend our own private one.
CHAPTER 24
Harlow
IWAKE THEnext morning as soft lips press against my cheek. I stir, blinking my eyes open, and my limbs ache deliciously. “Sorry, babe,” Theo whispers. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“’Sokay,” I murmur over a yawn.
A deep snore rumbles from Caz’s chest, and I turn my head, smiling at my Sleeping Beauty. He is still out for the count, and he looks like a giant, cuddly, teddy bear under the light comforter.
We came back to the barn last night, because we wanted privacy and Prestwick is closer to Fenton, so it was nearer. Galen immediately disappeared into the smaller outbuilding—their workout area—and I debated going after him, but, ultimately, I decided against it. Even though I hate the thought of him feeling left out, we’re not in that space yet. Theo confirmed they have a hammock out there Galen sometimes sleeps in, and that helped to lessen my guilt.
“I’ll cook breakfast. Saint has gone to check on Galen,” Theo says.
I nod, puckering my lips up for a kiss. My mouth probably tastes like salty cum, but Theo doesn’t hesitate, sliding his tongue between my lips and kissing me like I’m the oxygen he needs to survive.
“Love you,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine.
“Love you too,” I whisper back, not wanting to wake the sleeping giant.
Theo glances at Caz when his chest inflates as another snore slices through the quiet, his eyes flooded with emotion. I pull Theo’s hand to my lips, kissing his knuckle. He kisses the top of my head before making his escape.
I snuggle into the crook of Caz’s arm, inhaling his masculine scent as I sigh contentedly.
“Did you just sniff my armpit?” he asks, his voice drenched with sleep.
I giggle softly. “I’m a lot of things,” I admit. “But a sniffer of armpits is not my kink. I was sniffing your manly chest.” My tongue darts out, and I lick a line across his chest. “And that was me licking your chest, not your hairy armpit, in case you’re still confused.”
