Page 48 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

The cabin lights are low, illuminating the windows with a soft golden glow. Pressing the little button to control the garage door, I impatiently wait for the stupid thing to open. When it does open all the way, I park in the empty space between Jay and Saint's vehicles, and a thrill shoots down my spine.

Dante's bike is noticeably absent.

Taking off my shoes at the door, I follow my nose. Saint has been baking up a storm. The lingering aromas of some type of baked goods lead me through the house and into the dark kitchen.

A sticky note on the counter beside a pile of banana bread muffins draws me in. As I snack on a smaller muffin, I read over the note with Jay's messy scrawl across it.

Go upstairs, you'll find us.

My heartbeat ratchets up. Suddenly, I regret going up there with banana breath.

Taking the stairs one at a time, I make my way to the room Jay and I share, finding the boys exactly where the note said they'd be.

Our room is illuminated, with a soft glow coming from the lamps on side tables, which are covered with silk scarves.

Where did they get those?

Jay and Saint, though, now have my full attention. They're both lying back on the pillows, stark naked.

"Well,hello,boys," I drawl, slowly removing my sweater and releasing my hair from its rubber band prison.

"Howdy, Darlin'," Jay replies, his mercurial blue-green eyes watching my every move. "How was the rest of your night?"

"Relatively boring.Youtwo seem to be having fun, though," I remark, removing the rest of my work clothes.

"We just saw you pull up and thought we'd greet you with a smile, Tiny," Saint says, one arm stretched behind his head, curly hair in disarray on the pillow.

Saint is wearing a smile. A very wolfish smile. But it's a smile; I'll give him that... Jay's is more of a hungry smirk, one that makes a chill creep up my spine, hardening my nipples in my bralette. Both of them, though, are standing straight up at attention, cocks throbbing and practically dripping for me already.

"Well, then, now everyone's smiling, Cinnamon," I reply, shifting my weight to one leg and lifting my hand to my chin toponder."Hmmm."

"What's on your mind, Gorgeous?" Jay asks, tilting his head, but the look on his face tells me he's just playing along.

"Oh, I'm just wondering if there's room on that bed with you,Big Guy." I hum, watching them between lowered lids. Jay groans, his cock throbbing.

"There's always room for you, Tiny," Saint says, sitting forward and pulling me into his lap.

Instantly, Saint's mouth is on my neck, my chest, his hands roaming around my hips. And then, Jay is on his knees next to me, covering my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.

Moans rise in my throat, but Jay just swallows them down.

When Saint closes his mouth around my nipple, I gasp, breaking Jay and I's lip lock.

"So Gorgeous," Jay begins, standing on the mattress.

"Yes?" I gasp as Saint rocks me against his rock-hard cock trapped between us, my hands tangled in his curly locks.

"Did you keep that pussy wet for us?" Jay asks, caressing my jaw with his hand, thumb indenting my lower lip. My tongue darts out almost on instinct, and I hum a quickmhmbefore I open my mouth for him fully, inviting him to put his cock in my mouth.

"That's my fucking girl," Jay groans, slapping my tongue with the fat tip, plunging softly in, then out again.

Saint, below me, halts his maddening rocking of our hips together, only to rip my underwear off instead of making me move to undress the rest of the way.

I don't have room to gasp as Jay fills my mouth, ordering, "Eyes on me, Gorgeous."

"Fuck, you're wet, aren't you?" Saint hums, spreading it around as he resumes rocking me against his cock. Up and down, I glide against Saint as Jay fucks my mouth.

Again, I hummhmas much as I am able around Jay's cock.