Page 59 of Tainted Saints

ASPEN

“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty,” Forest’s gentle voice filters into my dreams, and blinking open my eyelids, I’m greeted by his beautiful green eyes, sparkling like dappled sunlight through leaves. “Good morning, sugar.”

“Good morning,” I mumble, stretching and encountering the hard body of Blaine behind me. He grumbles, pulling me closer and nuzzling into my neck. I chuckle lightly, trying to gently peel his arm from around me, but he just clings on tighter. “Blaine? Big Daddy? I have to go.”

Forest groans at the same time Blaine does.

“Don’t call me that unless you want me inside you,mi tesoro,” he grumbles in the sexiest fucking voice I’ve ever heard. Heat sears my insides, and I clamp my teeth down on my lower lip to resist telling him that’s exactly what I want, but then my bladder decides to remind me that I need to pee, and as Blaine finally lifts his arm, I scoot out of the bed into the cool room.

“Damn, that is a mighty fine look on you,” Forest says, his eyes lazily trailing up and down my body, pausing on my exposed thighs. My cheeks heat, but I can’t help doing the same to him, my mouth going dry at the fitted, chequered shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots he’s wearing. Boy is fucking gorgeous and he knows it if the smirk he’s currently giving me is any indicator. “Now get that fine ass ready for a day with puppies!”

I squeak when he smacks my arse as I pass by, my hand rubbing the sore spot even as my core pulses.

After using the bathroom, I head towards the delicious smell coming from the kitchen to find Lan shirtless, standing by the cooker and making something for breakfast. I watch as the muscles of his back bunch and move as he works, the sight of all his inked-up skin doing something to my lady parts that I seem to have no control over when I’m near these guys.

Bolt nudges my hand with his wet nose, and his tail thumps against the old wooden floor as I scratch behind his ear.

“Morning, Duchess,” Lan greets, not even looking away from his task. There’s a definite hint of amusement in his tone, and when I convince my feet to move again and start to walk around to the table, his lips are pulled up in a smirk.Smug bastard.

“Good morning,” I reply, my cheeks heating when the image of holding a gun to his temple while he fucked me last night flashes into my mind. “That smells delicious.” I slowly sink into my seat, my pussy aching when it touches the hard wood of the seat. I’ll blame that on Lan.

He turns with a plate in his hand, wafts of steam coming off the omelette as he brings it over to me. I’m once again struck dumb as he gives me a beatific smile while presenting my breakfast to me.

“Eat up, beautiful. You’ve a busy day today,” he informs me, pausing and watching as I blink out of my stupor and pick up my cutlery, cutting a piece of the fluffy goodness and placing it in my mouth. The buttery, salty flavour of ham and cheese bursts on my tongue and I moan aloud.

“Jesus, you have talented hands, Lan.”

“Among other appendages,” he comments, and I almost choke on my next bite, taking a gulp of the orange juice that he hands me next, freshly squeezed of course.

Forest comes bounding into the room just as I’m finishing up, looking a little flushed, his lips red and puffy. I tilt my head, my brows lowered.

“Everything okay, Forest? You’re not getting poorly?” I reach out as he flops on the chair next to mine, and place my palm on his hot forehead just as Lan sets down an omelette in front of him. Lan tries to hide a smile, and when I switch back to Forest, his cheeks are a deep pink.

“Just had to lend Big Daddy a hand with something,” he tells me, and Lan outright barks a laugh.

“You mean a mouth,” Lan mumbles loud enough for me to catch, and my confusion grows until the penny drops and my eyes widen.

“You gave him a blow job?!” I yell, a bolt of molten heat making my thighs clench. His face is pretty much the colour of a tomato, and I don’t know whether to laugh or slam my lips against his just so I can taste Blaine on his tongue.

“Is that okay, Duchess?” Lan asks, his tone serious, and I swing my gaze to his. His dark eyes are intense, like my answer will change something important.

“I—” I cut myself off, a blush stealing across my cheeks as I try to get my words out.

“Be honest, Duchess. We’ve not shared this side of our relationship before, but we are all more than friends and I’m not sure any of us can give that up.” I can’t look away from those bottomless depths of his, his soul is in his eyes if you only look hard enough.

“I’d like to watch next time, if that’s okay with you guys?” I ask, not looking away even as my chest heats at the same time my pussy clenches.

“We can put on the best show for our girl,” Forest tells me, grabbing my hot face and placing his lips against mine. I immediately demand entry with my tongue, moaning low and deep when I taste Blaine’s saltiness on his tongue. I lap at his mouth, chasing the taste, my hands clutching his shirt and pulling him as close as we can get sitting on two separate chairs. “Shit, sugar,” he moans when we part, both of us breathing heavily. “If I’d realised you wanted to watch more than just us kissing, I’d have dragged you back in with us.”

“Maybe later you can show me what Lan likes and we can make him feel good together?” I ask, my core like molten lava at this point.

“Fuck, Duchess,” Lan groans, and I slide my gaze his way to see him adjusting his hard cock in his sweatpants. Now that is a good look.

“Puppies first,” I tell them, getting up on shaky legs and deciding that Lan can have some of his own medicine. He did leave me with an aching pussy the other night, cupping me all night with no relief. I saunter over to him, feeling Forest’s burning stare on my bare legs. “Then Forest and I will suck you so good, swallowing that big, beautiful cock until we gag, that you’ll forget your own name, Landon Capaldi.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I go up on my tiptoes and lick at his lips until he parts them so I can slide my tongue inside. He lets me lead the kiss, allowing me the chance to explore his mouth and lips, and even though it’s not the heat-filled desperation of my kiss with Forest moments ago, it’s no less destroying.

Lan kisses me like I already belong to him, like we were meant to be together and have the rest of our lives to kiss just like this. His hands come up, cupping my face, and my knees threaten to buckle with the tenderness of the gesture. He takes over the kiss, angling my face to his liking, and I melt into him, my heart skipping a beat when his thumb brushes my cheek.

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