His fingers tugged my panties aside and I told him no. He ignored the word, knowing I didn’t mean it.
I held my breath as Saint spread me open with his fingers. My hard nipples ached in anticipation. I finally exhaled when he kissed my clit.
Saint licked my wet flesh, sending me into a “no” overdrive. I finally covered my mouth to make myself shut up. I think I might have cried if he actually did stop.
His teasing was slow, nervous even. Once my back arched and I cried out, his anxiety disappeared. Saint sucked and licked, finding the rhythm to make me crazy. His tongue pushed me to a point where words no longer existed. I saw stars as my body dissolved into pure bliss.
His lips lingered on my aching flesh even after my cries ended. Needing him closer, I reached for Saint and dragged him over me. Kissing him desperately, I wrapped him tightly in my arms.
“Don’t leave me,” I said when his lips left mine.
Saint said nothing, his body moving against mine, trying to find relief even while clothed. I studied his expression and knew he wasn’t going anywhere. As much as I craved him, I suspected he craved me more.
Chapter Thirty ~ Saint
I awoke to find Harlow watching me in awe. She blinked a few times when I smiled at her then returned my affections. We got up and took separate showers even though I was dying to see Harlow wet. Afterwards, we walked to breakfast where she again stared at me.
“Orgasms feel good, huh?” I said, grinning as I dumped sugar into my coffee.
Harlow shifted awkwardly. “I get how it’s not new for you.”
“Didn't you ever touch yourself?” I asked, leaning closer until I was an inch from her lips. “Late at night alone in your room, didn't your hands ever get curious under the covers?”
Smiling slightly, she kissed me quickly then shifted away. “It never worked.”
“Did you really give it a try?” I teased, caressing her knee.
“A few times. It never felt good enough. I got bored and stopped.”
“Tonight, you can show me what you tried. I can help you with your technique.”
Harlow rolled her eyes.
“We’re doing that again tonight,” I said, sitting back as the waitress dropped off our food.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No,” she said more forcefully.
I leaned back over and kissed her neck. “Yes. I liked having such power over you.”
“I bet you do.”
“And you liked the way I made your body felt.”
Harlow held my gaze and a smile warmed her face. “Yes, I did.”
“There’s nothing wrong with playing.”
Nodding, she focused hard on my face. “No fucking though. I’m not ready.”
“You have a one track mind,” I said, biting into a slice of bacon. “Fucking is all you think about.”
Harlow grinned. “I’m not ready.”
“I know. I might not be ready either. Even last night, I felt myself losing control. Practice will make everything easier.”
Reaching for my hand, Harlow looked ready to cry. “Last night…”
“I know.”
“I never thought I could feel like that.”
Linking her fingers in mine, I sighed. “That’s why I’ll stay in a place like Ellsberg. For you, anything is worth it.”
Harlow sighed, a smile lingering on her face. She fell silent while finishing her breakfast. I did catch her peeking at me and grinning. As much as I wanted to reminisce about the night before with Harlow, I allowed her the quiet. My mind was on how soon Arlo and his boys from Memphis would leave Ellsberg. The twins and the Three Musketeers would head out too. I wasn’t sure how quiet this town got when it wasn't overrun by outsiders, but I hoped I might finally relax.
Driving to the Johanssons’ place for the final paintball match, I was thinking about the fun Harlow and I might have once the last shot was taken.
“Get knocked out of the game early,” I said, pulling into the driveway. “I’m bored of shooting people with paintballs. It’s not why I’m paid to be here.”
“What will you tell the Memphis guys about Cooper?”
I parked then turned off the car without answering. Harlow wanted protection for her friend. Even understanding her concern, I didn’t work for the Johanssons and I wouldn’t lie for them. I’d lie for Harlow, but I wouldn’t be doing her any favors by pumping up her buddy’s image if he couldn’t live up to the hype.
“Cooper is a tough, smart guy, but he isn't ready to run shit without daddy standing in the wings. Fortunately, he has Kirk at his back. In a few years, he won’t need him.”
Harlow studied me then nodded. “He’s only twenty three. That’s young to have so much pressure on him.”
“I agree. The guy comes from good stock and he's a world smarter than his idiot brother. Cooper will be fine. He’s also building an inner circle of younger guys more aligned with him rather than just following because of his dad.”