I quicken my pace, pumping Galen in long, fast, measured strokes until he’s moaning into my mouth, yanking fistfuls of my hair, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and bucking into my hand. “I’m going to come, angel. Don’t stop, babe. Keep going, just like that.”
Saint curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, and I cry out as I feel my climax building in intensity.
I rip my lips from Galen’s, working his shaft harder, and all three of us watch as his balls lift, and he blows his load, spraying ropes of salty cum across his toned abs and over the sheets, coating my fingers in the sticky substance. Galen flops back on the bed, grabbing my face and kissing the shit out of me, as Saint continues working me over from between my legs.
When I cry out into Galen’s mouth and my hips arch, almost lifting off the bed, Galen releases my lips, caressing my face as he urges me to come. “That’s it, angel. Come all over Saintly’s face.”
“Come for me, dirty girl,” Saint croons, his voice thick with lust. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”
I explode all over his face and his filthy mouth, screaming as the most intense orgasm lays claim to my body. My ribs are burning as I writhe on the bed, but I barely feel the pain over the waves of heavenly pleasure shooting through me.
“Damn, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Galen admits. “I can’t fuck you, but my cousin can.”
I open my eyes, staring at Galen as he stares at Saint.
“What do you say, princess?” Saint asks, climbing up the bed and biting my earlobe as his hands move to my bare chest. “You want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” He fondles my breasts while planting hot openmouthed kisses all over my neck.
“Hell, yeah.”
Needing no further encouragement, he carefully slides me down the bed until my legs dangle off the edge. He nudges my legs apart, lining his straining cock against my entrance.
“Fuck me, Saintly,” I demand, reaching my hand up to his chest. “No treating me like I’m a doll. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me soar to the stars.”
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he says, slamming into me in one rough thrust.
I scream, and there is no way Caz and Theo aren’t awake now.
Saint pounds into me like a madman, holding my legs around his hips as he takes possession of me. Behind me, Galen’s grunts claim my attention, and I watch as he repositions himself lower on the bed so he can kiss and touch me. His hand is stroking his cock as he plays with my tits, pinching my taut nipples, sending pleasure-pain sensations rippling all over my body.
Galen jerks himself off as Saint fucks me, both roaming their hands over my body until we’re all damp with sweat, our skin flushed from exertion, close to the edge.
“You close?” Saint asks Galen, and he nods.
“Angel?” Galen sucks my lower lip into his mouth.
“I’m almost there,” I rasp, moaning as Saint shoves harder and faster inside me. He drops one of my legs, using his free hand to vigorously rub at my clit, and I’m scaling the mountain faster and faster.
We come together, moaning and writhing, as we all milk our pleasure until we’re sated.
Saint collapses on my other side, curling his long, hot body around me as Galen kisses me softly.
“Hmm.” A dreamy smile ghosts over my mouth, and my gaze flits between both guys. I caress their faces at the same time, gently cupping their cheeks. “I dreamed of a Lennox sandwich so many fucking times, but nothing compares with reality.”
Saint’s lips lift in a smug grin as Galen buries his nose in my neck.
“Get used to it, princess.” Saint brushes his fingers against my hip. “Because that definitely won’t be your last Lennox tag-team fuck.”
CHAPTER 5
“HAVE YOU DECIDEDwhat to do with the slut?” Saint asks an hour later when we are all seated at the dining table. Caz and Theo set plates piled high with eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast in the middle of the table, and the guys descend like vultures who haven’t been fed for a week.
“I have a plan,” I say as Theo sits beside me, scooping up food and depositing it on my plate. I smile, kissing his cheek as Caz distributes mugs of steaming-hot coffee. Angling my head back, I offer him my mouth, and he drops a quick kiss on my lips.
Saint clears his throat, because he’s an impatient fuck, and I toss him a smirk. “We should let her go,” I say, savagely biting into a piece of crispy bacon.
“Why the fuck would we do that?” Galen stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Because this vendetta her family has against us must end now. We have bigger fish to fry, and the Tamlins will only distract us.”
