When I open my eyes, the anger lining his gaze softens ever so slightly. Taking his hand, I walk him over to the bed, pulling him to sit on the edge. I yank my sweater over my head, kicking off my boots and dragging my jeans down my legs.
Saint’s jaw flexes, and he runs his warm hands up my thighs, me taking his hat and tossing it on to the bed. He explores me whilst I drag my fingers through his hair, fingertips digging into his head and running through the edges as he groans.
“You really are my fucking sanctuary, you know that?” he whispers against my stomach, peppering kisses along to my hip bone. I pull the hoodie from him as he raises his arms, working his belt free and sliding his jeans and boxers off.
“Then you should know you can escape to me. Don’t run away from it.”
Saint’s been mine these last couple months. Hell—always. Quieting the storm, just letting me escape our hellbent life, offering me peace that can’t be found in any vice.
Just because he’s strong, doesn’t mean he can’t lean on me when he needs it.
He leans back as I straddle his thighs, sinking down on his hard length, both of us moaning at the fullness as he slides right in. I cup his face, staring down into a view I’ll never tire looking at.
Even when clouded with fury, he has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. The blue is so light, it fades to grey; only if you’re close enough can you see the darkened speckles through them. His long thick lashes frame eyes you wouldn’t expect someone as devilish as him to possess.
I kiss him slowly, grinding my hips to match the pace of our tongues. My hands explore every dip and rise of solid muscle on him, kneading my fingers into his tense shoulders when I roll my hips.
“I love you, Indie. More than anything in the fucking world. I can’t stand the thought of someone hurting you,” he says, breaking our kiss.
My heart shudders at his words. I’ll never get tired of hearing them, gone too long without them.
Saint nuzzles his face in my neck, hands roaming up and down my thighs, making their way to clutch against my bare back.
“I love you more than I’ll ever find the words for,” I whisper, angling my head as he kisses and sucks my neck, shivers glittering down my spine.
I feel the orgasm building like a slow burn, and my hands clench his hair as he grips my ass, forcing my already drawn-out movements deeper. His strangled murmur takes my breath away.
“I miss being like this with you.” His groan is throaty when I rise all the way up, sinking back down. “You’ll always be my calm place when I need it. And that’s what I want our forever to be like.”
Just when I feel the waves of heat, he slams his lips to mine, sealing our promise together, coming undone, and hopefully taming the anger before he makes any life-threatening decisions.
Hourslater,wemanageto reach the Pit safely. No tails, no running off the road, no one waiting for us at the entrance of the forest.
I couldn’t relax at all in that motel after Saint left for a couple hours. Awareness took hold of me every time he rolled in bed. Ieven sneakily texted Rex that Saint was still at risk of losing his shit.
Saint couldn’t sleep when he got back, and each time his mind seemed to get the better of him, he’d pace around the room with his hands in his hair, smoking more cigarettes than I’ve ever witnessed.
Rex thankfully warned the guys with us and promised to not encourage anything until we got back here.
That didn’t fill me with confidence. Saint has a fuse that no one truly knows the length of.
I watch him perched on top of the desk in the meeting room, his gaze vacant, staring out through the window as conversations hum around him. The grey in his eyes hasn’t made an appearance today.
He’s listening in on whatever the voices in his head are discussing, what they’re plotting.
Regina and Dawson made it back here before us. All the Egnever girls are accounted for and have left the state, with enough money to give them a better life and start over somewhere new. Some apparently already had inclinations that the both of us were behind it, but thought it was too crazy to even speak it out loud when they saw us in real life.
I’m still not sure whether I should take it as a compliment or not.
When Rex finishes giving the low down of how yesterday went, Regina lets out a long, deep breath. “There’s no way they could think I killed all those members by myself; they must want me because they know I have files against them.”
I turn to look at her, taking her hand beside me on the sofa. “Why wouldn’t they ask for Dawson if that was the case? He has more.”
“Maybe they don’t know enough about Dawson; they might be directing everything to Gina,” Rex adds.
Louisa met him with Regina, and I know for a fact she won’t have let that slip her mind. If she believes it’s Regina and Saint working together, if they’re able to find anything on Dawson’s history, it won’t be long before they extend the invitation to him.
I don’t know if they can access his background, but I’m sure his time in the military will raise their suspicions.
