Page 34 of Dirty Saint

I nodded, exhaling a loud and shaky breath.

“Does it feel good?”

What was happening to me?

This was freaking Koah Saint.

How could I let him touch me?

But I couldn’t lie. What Koah was doing felt amazing. My knees shook, and I knew if he kept rubbing against me in all the right places, I would embarrass myself and orgasm through our clothes like a fifteen-year-old.

“It feels good,” I confessed, wishing I could pluck the words from the air around us the minute they left my lips.

My voice sounded like someone else. Low and husky with a touch of desperation that I hated.

“I bet I can make it feel even better.”

I gasped when he pulled me by the neck from the space we were in and through a door to our right. He closed the door behind us and slammed me against it. The music from the party thumped against my back, and when I looked around, I realized we were utterly alone in someone’s bedroom.

I dropped my cup to the floor, the remaining drink splashing on my shoes, and grabbed his wrist when he surprised me and began to stuff his hand under my jeans.

“What are you doing?”

He grinned down at me. “I think you know what I’m doing. Now let me do it.”

He was so strong and fast; I didn’t stand a chance. I released his wrist and let him in. His grip tightened around my neck as he shoved his large hand down my pants. Once he moved low enough, he pushed my panties to the side and swiped his finger up my slit. An embarrassing moan slipped past my lips when he brushed against my swollen clit. I tried to cover it with a cough, but he heard me. He chuckled when he pulled his hand from my jeans and showed me his wet fingers as he rubbed them together.

“Just look at that,” he said. “You’re fucking soaked for me, and I’ve done nothing but put you down. You’re pathetic.”

His cruel words stunned me, but I stood there like an idiot.

What just happened?

Then he did something that shocked me even more. He sucked his wet fingers between his lips and tasted me. He closed his eyes briefly before he pulled his fingers from his lips and chuckled.

“Yep, just as sour as I thought you’d be,” he said, wiping his fingers onto my shirt.

He pulled away, opening the door even though I still leaned against it, and left the room, slamming it after himself. He did all this before my brain could even process a decent comeback. My heart sank, and my shoulders dropped. Anxiety and rage ripped through me so fast that I lost my breath. Once I collected myself, I went searching for Sadie. I wanted to go home, and if she didn’t take me, I would walk. I refused to stay anywhere near Koah Saint. I was no longer responsible for what I might do if I didn't get away from him.

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Itwasofficial.Iwas the biggest dick in Atlanta. But I did what I had to do. Joker was at the party, and I knew there would be hell if he ran into Tori. I didn’t want to get caught up in that. The fact was, I couldn’t keep running into Tori. How I felt whenever I saw her face began to bring me down. It was too much. It affected me every day, and it fucked with my racing.

As I walked away from her, my body responded to leaving her behind. I sported a raging hard dick and could still hear the soft sound that escaped her when I fingered her soaked cunt. I could still taste her on my tongue. I had lied through my teeth. Tori tasted amazing. I said vile things, but the truth was I wanted to fall to my knees and bury my tongue inside her.

It was absolute hell. My mind was screaming for me to stay away from her and everything she represented in my life, but my body wouldn’t fucking stop yearning for her. I got hard even being near her. Rubbing against her had been pure torture. If I had kept going, I would have busted a nut in my boxer briefs.

I checked an hour later and was glad Tori was nowhere in sight. I spent the rest of the night getting trashed with Joker. I even did a few bumps, which kept me awake past sunrise. By the time I crashed, I was fucked, and when I woke the next day, I felt like someone had whipped my ass before driving a truck over me.

THE GUYS AND I lounged around all day after the banger at the barn. We hadn’t even known the fucker celebrating his birthday, but we were invited, and we knew we could sell a good bit of our stash while we were there.

Being a racer and a drug dealer meant life was easy. I enjoyed the life the guys and I lived. Only a few days a week of selling and racing gave us plenty of days to chill. I wasn’t sure how Skull did it. He was just like us and had enjoyed the spoils of a drug-dealing lifestyle. How did he go from that to getting up and working every day from nine to five? I guess love made you do crazy shit. I was glad no woman in the world could make me go legit.

I was chilling on the couch watchingFamily Feudwhen my stomach started to growl. I hadn’t eaten anything yet since I still nursed a nasty hangover from the night before, but when my stomach growled again, I knew there would be no more waiting.

The fridge was empty, and the cabinets were embarrassing. You would think a house full of grown men would keep food on hand. That didn’t happen, though. We were all too busy. If it were up to Joker and Crow, we would eat out for every meal, so it usually fell on me to get the shit done.

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