Page 73 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

Saint smiles again, softer this time. "Oh, I know you're still with Jay. That changes nothing. I'll share Tiny, just not right now. Right now, you're all mine."

Relief sweeps through me like a flood. "Oh."

With a roar, Saint jumps on the bedon top of me,making me laugh again. He buries his face in my neck, licking the column of my throat, nipping along that muscle that sends gooseflesh down my entire body, a light moan replacing my laugh.

Saint groans, slowly kissing my throat, murmuring, "I love how your skin smells and tastes." It's absentminded but sends an echoing pulse to my clit, a desperate thrum in my blood.

"Hey, really quick-" I pull back from Saint, looking into his eyes. They're suddenly guarded, and I hate that.

"Yeah, Tiny?"

I smile at him, wrapping my leg around his hip. "Can I invite the girls to family dinner?"

Saint's answering smile makes me want to weep when he answers, "Yeah, of course. The more, the merrier. I'd love to cook for them, for you." He says softly, kissing the tip of my nose.

"Mmm," I hum, stretching up to kiss his lips. "Thank you, Saint." Saint groans in my mouth, pushing his hips into mine.

I gasp into his mouth, letting the mattress take my weight so I can explore his skin and map out his muscles under my palms. Mark him as mine.

Saint wastes no time, pulling my shirt up over my head before his mouth is on mine again, his hips rocking into mine, the thick bulge of his cock creating delicious friction.

"I've wanted you long enough that I'm not letting you leave anytime soon; you know that, right?" Saint asks, green eyes locked on mine as he moves down my body, closing his mouth over a peaked nipple through my bralette.

"I don't see a downside," I reply, watching his descent, gasping when he nips my skin lightly.

"That's good, Artemis."

I don't think he's ever said my name, and I think I like it a little too much rolling off his tongue. But then he roughly palms my sex over my shorts, the light pressure enough to send my pulse jumping, a breathy moan slipping free from my mouth.

"So, are you going to be my good little slut today, Tiny?"

My mouth practically falls off, and my eyebrows shoot into my hairline. I hadnotexpected that to come out of Saint's mouth.Those green eyes on me with that smirk on his face …. He'sfucking hot, goddamn it.

Running my tongue along my teeth, I reply with a cool "maybe,"widening my hips for him. I'm a fucking liar, though, becausefuck yes, I will be his good little slut.

"Maybe?" Saint asks, fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down slowly.

"Mhm. Maybe."

Saint chuckles lightly, looking down at me, the scraps of lace left covering my body. "You're so… fucking beautiful."

"You're not too bad yourself, Cinnamon," I fire back while hooking my leg behind his knee, running it up his side, resting it on his shoulder. In a way, I'm glad I got to experience him with Jay first. There are no awkward pauses now, no anxiety about being rejected. I know what it feels like to have him deep inside me, and I want more.

Saint hums to himself, ripping my underwear off without warning.

"Again!" I exclaim, annoyed because I liked those. "You guyshaveto stop doing that!"

"Or we can keep on doing it because it gets you wet and just buy you more," Saint replies, lowering his mouth to my center,licking me lightly once. I have to restrain the urge to tilt my hips toward his mouth.

"Yeah, that'll work too, Cinnamon," I answer, utterly incapable of disguising how breathy my voice has gotten and how my chest heaves with every shaky inhale.

I want himso fucking bad.

"Will it?" Saint asks, blowing lightly on my clit, then running his hands up the inside of my thighs, laying kisses in their wake.

"Sure," I reply, watching him, waiting.

Saint chuckles while he nudges my legs open wider, palms placed firmly on either side of my pussy, spreading me open. Then he spits on my clit, spreading it around with his thumb.