Page 45 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

"That's for me to know and you to not find out, Cinnamon." I snark back, smiling at him and refocusing on Jay. "So, do you boys want a drink or what?"

"Yes, please." Jay and Saint answer in unison, making me laugh.

"Are you getting wet tonight, boys?"

"I'm makingyouwet tonight, Gorgeous." Jay snarks, smiling at me.

I laugh at his antics and then ask again, "What do you want todrink,you idiots?"

"Anejo, Darlin'. And a kiss," Jay answers, biting his lip.

"We'll see, Big Guy. And you, Cinnamon?"

"The same. Anejo and a kiss, Tiny," Saint grins, and I can't help myself as I smile back at them, collecting money, though my tongue is too tied to reply.

Sam saves me, though, saying, "Well, if you both want a kiss, then why don't you kiss each other?" as I pour their liquor.

Bursting with laughter, I give her a high five, saying, "I like the way you think, Sam!" Sliding Jay and Saint's shots across the bar top, I ask, "Ready, boys?" and then wipe my hands off with a rag.

"Always," Jay replies while Saint says, "hell yeah, baby."

Immediately, I slap them, Jay with my left and Saint with my right. Then they tap the glasses against the bar, clinking them together in cheers, quickly shooting the liquor down. Saint lets out a howl, making me laugh.

And then, Saint hooks his arm around Jay's neck and kisses my boyfriend's plump lips. My mouth flaps open, and Sam beside me cackles in delight. Like a strike of lightning, a bolt of heat goes straight to my clit.

It takes me a second to regain my composure, but when I do, I say, "Hey! You cannot kiss my boyfriend without me!" Saint laughs, and Jay gives me a look I can only describe as wolfish.

"Well, come here then, Gorgeous," Jay grumbles, blue eyes flashing, his wolf close to the surface. Suddenly, I can't think of anything better I'd like to do.

"Sam, can you handle the Bar for a few?" I ask, eyes locked on the two wolves before me. I'm bound to be due for lunch or break...or something.

"Iabsolutelycan, girl. Go." She orders, swatting me out of her way with the towel, simultaneously asking for the next person in line.

With my heart in my throat, I follow Jay and Saint to the side patio where the outdoor dart boards are. As luck would have it, Jay Saint and I are alone in the dark.

"Come here, Darlin'," Jay says roughly, leaning against the side of the building.

"So bossy," I comment, walking over to him anyway. The music out here is just barely loud enough to be heard but quiet enough not to disturb the peace of the surrounding forest. Crickets fill the night with their song.

"And yet, you're doing what I asked like a good girl," Jay mentions while he takes another step, going around the corner.

"Technicalities." I simper back, laying my arms across his shoulders when we're face to face.

"You like being told what to do, Tiny. You don't have to deny it." Saint says, coming up behind me. He's so close that his groinjust barelygrazes the curve of my ass.

"Isometimeslike it, Cinnamon," I murmur, tilting my head back to look at him. Jay takes the movement as an invitation to kiss my neck and crush my ribs to his chest. I'd taken off my flannel long ago, so there was nothing in the way of his warm hands on my skin.

Saint carefully grips my jaw and face, leaving room for Jay's exploration. His tongue maps the contours of my neck and my collarbone, and then Saint steps forward, pinning me in against Jay. His green eyes are bright and electric. "And do you like itnow, Tiny?"

"Yes," I say breathlessly, capturing his thumb in my mouth, sucking and twisting my tongue around it. I can feel Jay's cock pulsing against my lower stomach, Saint's against my ass. It'smaddening, sending my pulse skyrocketing.

"That's good, Tiny." Saint murmurs, finally closing the distance between us, taking his thumb out of my mouth. Our tongues dance together while Jay bites my neck, making me moan into Saint's mouth.

"Do you have enough time for us to make you scream, Gorgeous?" Jay groans into my ear, rubbing my clit overtop of my leggings. Then he's pulling my shirt up, running his tongue over my lacy bralette, gently biting my nipple.

"Right here?" I gasp, surprised. We're out of sight from the door, but that would change if anyone comes around the corner. It wouldn't take them long, though; Jay's deft fingers are already making me want to come apart, and he's barely touching me.

"Right here," Saint agrees, hips surging forward. His hand still grips me around my jaw, keeping my eyes on him; my body bowed for Jay.