Chapter 8
Harlow
WE MADE LOVEfor hours, and Saint worshiped me like I was made of porcelain. It was an entirely new experience for us and one which we both craved like addicts in need of a new high. Eventually, we fell asleep, waking up in a tangle of limbs as a loud noise jolts us both from slumber.
“What the hell is that?” I mumble into his chest, struggling to open my eyes. My body aches deliciously in a way it hasn’t for a long time, and I stretch out alongside him, purring like a cat in heat.
“Surprise, queenie,” Saint mumbles as Galen, Caz, and Theo come bursting into the room.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes as Saint repositions us against the headboard.
“Gatecrashing the party,” Caz says, flopping down on the end of the bed. “What else?” He flashes me a naughty grin.
“Who’s watching the kids?” We don’t have many babysitting options considering we live so far from our families.
“Jazz and Ken have them.”
“Was this your doing?” I ask Saint, brushing my messy hair out of my eyes.
“Yep. It’s been forever since we were all together. It didn’t seem right to hog you for the whole weekend.”
“This seriously feels likemybirthday,” I say, before remembering what day it is. I squeal, flinging my arms around Saint. “Happy birthday, baby.” I pepper his handsome face with kisses while he looks at me with amusement.
“Yeah, happy birthday, baby,” Caz says, putting his face into Saint’s and puckering his lips.
Saint pushes him away, and he falls back, chuckling. “Knock that shit off, assface. Go kiss Theo.”
“Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt,” Theo says, smirking as he flips Saint off. Sitting down beside me, on the edge of the bed, he pecks my lips. “Love the hair.” He fingers a few strands. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
“If we hadn’t already arranged this,” Galen says, crawling up the middle of the bed. “We’d have called in every favor to get our butts here after Saint sent us those photos last night.” He leans in, kissing me. “I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but fuck me, that hair is sensational.”
“You all know sex is guaranteed, right?” I say, quirking a brow as my gaze dances between them. “You don’t need to shower me with compliments. My pussy is yours. My mouth and my ass too.” I fix the fakest sweet smile on my mouth as my hungry gaze rakes over them. It’s been forever since we had group sex.
“I smell an orgy coming on.” Caz waggles his brows and rubs his hands in glee.
“Food first,” Galen says as his stomach grumbles loudly.
“You are getting old, dude,” Saint says. “When does food ever come before sex?”
“When I need sustenance to show my wife the best fucking time.” Galen tilts his head to the side, grinning. “And I’m officially the baby, so you don’t get to throw shade.”
“You’re only a few months younger than us,” Theo reminds him.
“I’m still only thirty. The rest of you areancient.”
“Hey!” I swat Galen with a pillow. “Anyone would think you don’t want me to ride your cock.”
He tosses the pillow aside, yanking me out of Saint’s arms and plonking me on his lap. “Does a bear shit in the woods? The day I stop wanting you to ride mymonstercock is the day I’m dead.”
“You just had to go there, didn’t you?” Saint shakes his head before swinging his legs out the side of the bed. He yawns, and that sets me off too.
“Can’t deny the facts,” Galen teases, puffing out his chest.
“I still can’t believe y’all measured your dicks,” I say. “I seriously have no words.” There is competitive, and then there are my husbands. “Where are you going?” I ask, when Saint stands.
“To take a piss.” He pins me with a cocky smile. “Unless you want to hold it?”
“Ew. There are some things evenIwon’t do. Be gone with you.” I shoo him away with my hands, and the instant he steps into the en suite bathroom, I hop up, racing naked for my weekend bag. Bending over, I rummage around until I find the envelope.
