Page 79 of Break My Rules
I nod, because it is. Annabelle’s made it clear in her own way that she knows Max has some scandals hidden in the closet—and she doesn’t want them dragged into the light of day. I don’t really understand it, but I have to respect her choice. And feel a wave of relief that the last unfinished business hanging over me can be set aside.
The future feels wide open.
“It’s supposed to rain tomorrow,” I tell Saint, nestling closer. I think of snug afternoons by the fire, and walking by the river, bundled up against the wind. “What do you want to do?”
“You,” he murmurs, giving me a smoldering look. I laugh.
“All day?”
“All week. All year,” he says, tilting my face up and claiming a kiss, making my head spin. The others hoot and jeer good-naturedly.
“I’d say get a room, but you already did,” Hugh teases, when we finally surface again.
“You’re right. Get out, the lot of you,” Saint gets to his feet. “Party’s over!”
I think he’s joking, until he suddenly hoists me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and strides towards the house. “Show yourselves out!” he calls behind us. “We’re otherwise occupied!”
“Saint!” I laugh in protest, swinging upside down as he carries me inside. “We can’t just leave our own party!”
“Why not?” Saint climbs the stairs and sets me down in the guest room, right-way up. “We can do whatever we damn well like.”
In an instant, he’s got me backed up against the wall, my wrists pinned by my sides and my body trapped against his. My pulse kicks, desire igniting in my blood. “They’ll all know, that you’re… You know…” I blush deeper.
“Going to rip your panties off and lick that delicious pussy until you’re screaming?”
Saint sinks to his knees, already undoing my jeans.Dear God, he looks unspeakably hot undressing me. I sink back against the wall, my legs turning weak. The bedroom door is still wide open, and I can hear everyone’s voices in the garden below through the open window, getting ready to leave.
They’ll know…
The knowledge is hot and thrilling, and I can’t help but give a whimper as Saint yanks my panties down and dips his fingers between my legs, finding me wet and aching for him.
“That’s right…” He looks up, giving me a smirk that makes my stomach curl. “You like having an audience, don’t you, baby? If you moan nice and loud, they’ll all hear exactly how much you love my tongue in your cunt.”
He sets his mouth to me, licking and suckling, andfuck, I have to shove a fist in my mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure.
It’s too good. The feel of his tongue probing into me, the heady risk of that open door… Excitement glitters like a drug in my bloodstream, and soon I’m clutching his hair, gripping tightly, bucking shamelessly against his mouth as I chase the incredible high, stifling my whimpers until I can’t hold back anymore, and I come—fuck—I come screaming his name, not caring who hears me.
Not caring about anything but the pleasure shattering through me, a high I’ll never match.
“That’s my good girl…” Saint licks me through it, until I’m just about ready to collapse in his arms. He gets to his feet, and throws me down on the bed, already tearing off his clothes. I can’t hear anything from the garden anymore, and I pray to God everyone’s left by now, because the look in Saint’s eyes can only be described as ravenous as he frees his cock and fists the hard length.
“But that was only the warm-up,” he says, advancing. “And when I tell you I want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear you take this cock, I mean it. So spread those legs and scream for me, baby.”
So I do.
* * *
Two hours,and five wild orgasms later, I’m surprised nobody’s called the cops with a noise complaint. “Your neighbors are going to hate me,” I laugh breathlessly, naked and sweaty in his arms.
“Are you kidding? They’re all jerking off to the sound of you,” Saint replies, lazily stroking circles on my spine.
I shiver at the idea, and he chuckles. “Oh, really?” he rolls over, facing me with a smirk. “You like that, huh?”
“Maybe…” I smile back, loving how in tune he is with all my secret desires.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Saint says slowly, and I can already see his filthy, magnificent mind working overtime. “I’m sure something could be arranged at the club…”
I let out a sigh of satisfaction, which turns into a yawn.