Page 15 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

"You're up early," I say, lookingfirmlyback at Saint's face, fighting the rising heat to my cheeks.

"Nah, it is you, Tiny, who is up early. What gives?" Saint asks, sprinkling salt and pepper over the eggs. Bacon lays on a plate, already cooked and crispy, with toasted croissants and orange juice next to them. The blonde statue doesn't seem the least bit bothered by his nakedness or my proximity. Let alone the bacon grease splatter hemust haveendured below the belt.

"I think you summoned me with bacon," I answer, reaching across the island to grab a slice. I need something to do with my hands... and my mouth. The slice I've been eyeing has crisp edges that are curled at the ends. It looks perfect.

"Sothat'sthe secret to get you to eat before noon? Should have said so, Tiny." Saint says, laughing. When his green eyes return to the plate in front of him, stacking ingredients on his croissant, I can't help how my eyes flick down his body, gobbling up the sight of the v-line from his abs. Definitely a vine tattoo of somekind. He has a faint, happy trail of strawberry blonde curls. And the-

Saint's eyes are on me when I quickly divert my attention back to his face, taking a bite of my stolen bacon.

"What can I say? I'm a simple wolf," I murmur, and my face feels like it's on fire.

Saint snorts, smiles softly, and says, "Eat up. " Then he slides a breakfast sandwich over to me on a black plate, a cup of freshly squeezed vitamin C with it. He wastes no time digging into his food, groaning with pleasure as he takes the first bite. I shift in my chair.

My wolf resumes her pacing, claws clicking against my skull with each and every impatient step. I want to rub myself all over his body.

We eat without ceremony, gulping down orange juice in comfortable silence. The entire time, I try to think of a way to ask him why he's naked that doesn't make me sound dumb. And then he deposits his dishes in the sink, saying, "Thanks for eating for me, Tiny."

Don't look. Don't Look.Don't fucking look.

I repeat my little mantra to myself as he moves away from the counter, catching a glimpse of the front of him in my periphery. Then I can't help myself. As he walks away, I ogle him like he's a hunk of meat. Saint has a fuckingeggplantdick, thick and long.And it's fucking tattooed. The vine tattoo I'd spied at his hip continues down to wrap around his shaft.

Thatmakes my wolf stop pacing, if only for a heartbeat.

Saint catches me ogling him, as does Jay- emerging through the kitchen arch. Saint smiles, winks, and leaves without a word. And now, I'mabsolutelypositive my face is actually on fire.

Jay, on the other hand, looksamused.Pleased, almost. "Good morning, Gorgeous," my boyfriend greets, stalking towards me clad only in grey sweats—andonlygrey sweats. The fat imprint of Jay's cock bounces with each step he takes.

My mouth waters, pussy throbbing.

"Good morning," I answer innocently before Jay grabs me by the back of the neck and slams his mouth into mine. I gasp into the kiss, moaning when his other hand grips my hip, pulling us flush together. Jay's hard, and he makes good use of friction as he rubs against me. Heat floods my body, pooling in my center. "What's gotten into you?" I pant when he recedes a little.

"I want you-" Jay groans, kissing down my jaw, "fuck, Gorgeous, I need you." I moan in reply when he bites down on my neck, kissing away the pain.

"Take me to bed, then cowboy."

"No, right here. I need this little pussy around my cock now. Right here, right now." Jay groans, rubbing his shaft against my soaking center.

"But Saint's home-" I gasp, widening my hips and leaning back against the counter. Pleasure sparks everywhere that Jay touches.

"I don't care, Gorgeous. I need you-" Jay moans again, reaching down to caress me over top of my silky underwear. I drop my head back on the counter with a loud cry. "That's it." He croons, doing it again and again. "Can I have you, baby girl?"

"Yes-" I moan, pawing at the waistline of his sweats as he pulls my underwear to the side.

"Fuck, you're so wet already, so ready and needy," Jay murmurs as he rubs the head of his thick cock against my clit.

"All for you-" I gasp, locking my legs around his waist. His sweats lay in a heap around his ankles, my shirt pulled to my chin, baring me to him fully.

"I'm not going to be gentle, Darlin'," Jay says as I run my hands over his stomach and chest.

"I don't want you to be," I groan as he roughly pushes his cock into the hilt. He pauses, muscles bunching. "Fuck, Jay," I pant, clenching around that big cock of his. I'm wound so tight that I know Jay will be able to coax oblivion from me without effort.

"That's it, let me hear you," The command is followed up with two light slaps to my breasts, making me gasp.

"Make me scream then, Big Guy.

"Hold on, Gorgeous," Jay says, then begins pumping in and out of me with rough precision, closing his mouth over my nipple. He lifts my hips with his hands, moving me up and down, fucking me roughly against the counter. After a moment, he kicks the stool out from under me with a loud crash.

"Oh,fuck, fuck, fuck-"I pant, my back bowing in pleasure, shoulders firmly planted on the counter. Jay's so fucking hot like this when he's demanding and controlling.