Page 103 of The Devil's Saint

The car makes a sharp turn, forcing Lexy to place her hand on the window to stop herself from falling over.

“Colton,” I draw. Not that I can blame the man. I’d be distracted, too.

“Shit. Sorry. Thought an animal was going to run out in front of us,” he lies. He’s probably as hard as I am right now, if that’s even possible.

Her hips rock back and forth with more urgency, her pussy clenching so tight around me as I bring her closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Angel.” Pushing her hair away from her neck, I breathe her in, kissing her earlobe before biting it. “Do it now, before I take his ears just for listening to you. Come all over my fingers.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Truetohisword,Colton didn’t leave my side for the entire night. Not that I could go anywhere, being cooped up in the VIP room all evening. Still, I had a good time. It wasn’t as much fun as I might have had if my best friend had been with me instead, but Colton made up for it.

Not only was he a decent drinking partner, but the man had some serious dance moves. It was impressive and oddly hot, if I’m being completely honest. Whoever gets his heart will be a very lucky person.

I’m slowly learning that what you see is not what you get when it comes to Colton. There’s a whole other side to him. He’s not the cocky, arrogant, tattooed bad boy that he portrays himself to be in school with sex on the brain twenty-four-seven. Underneath all that bravado, he’s caring and protective and uses sex as a form of comfort to escape his loneliness.

Colton comes back from the restroom, looking down at his phone. We’re both hot and sweaty from all the dancing, and I don’t know about him, but my feet are killing me.

“Saints on his way up,” Colton says, cocking his head in the direction of the bar where Saint is talking to a stocky-built redhead with a weird-looking goatee. “You ready to go home, Cinderella?”

Tonight was a huge success, thanks to Saint. How he managed to fix everything in such a short amount of time, I’ll never know. Not that I doubted his abilities for a second. Saint succeeds at anything he puts his mind to.

My eyes fix on him, edging his way through the crowds. I used to think seeing Saint shirtless and wearing only gray sweatpants was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I was sorely mistaken.

My legs go weak at the knees every time Saint steps into a room wearing slacks and a button-up with the cuffs rolled high enough to reveal his heavily tattooed forearms. I can barely restrain myself from keeping my hands off him.

Everyone in the club, from the bartenders to the security guards, seems to be on their best behavior as he passes by. Then again, Saints always had that effect on people. It’s a kind of power that you can’t fake.

His hand grips the rail as he takes the steps to the first floor. All the time he’s spent in the gym is visible as the fabric strains against his biceps. He looks dark and dangerous. Completely fuckable and all mine.

“Yeah. More than ready.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Saintwantedaquickword with Colton before he went into the house, so I left them both to it. The November night air bit at my skin, and I was more than happy to wait for him inside.

Before dragging my tired ass to bed, I pulled open the refrigerator door to grab a bottle of water when Saint’s voice made me jump.

“Come here.”

I turned to see him leaning against the door frame with one arm casually resting against it and his feet crossed, just watching me.

The soft hum of the refrigerator and the creak of the door punctuate the quiet tension in the room as I approach him nervously, my eyes flickering with uncertainty. Did I do something wrong? What the fuck did Colton say to him?

My heart thumps erratically when his hand roughly hooks around my ass, lifting me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carried me to the kitchen counter, setting me down with a controlled yet possessive gentleness. The cool surface of the counter met the warmth of my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

The faint scent of his cologne envelops me as he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear before slowly dropping to his knees, taking one of my ankles in his hand and placing it on his chest.

Without saying a word, he unbuckles my heels before carefully slipping them off my feet.

“You could poke an eye out with these things,” he jokes, kissing a path up my legs.

“Might come in handy someday.”

When the other shoe falls, he tugs on my ankles, forcing my ass to the edge of the counter, and I yelp, fearing I might fall. The unexpected move sends a jolt of anticipation through me. I grip the edge, my heart racing as he continues his playful assault up my thighs, leaving me breathless.

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