Page 92 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

The realization settles quietly over my shoulders. I trust Jay,andI trust Saint with my heart……So what am I waiting for?

Immediately, Saint replies, "That's good, Tiny.” Those green eyes turn electric as he says, “Now, take off your clothes."

I blink at him. "What? Why?"

"Because in my kitchen, what I say goes," Saint replies, pulling his shirt over his shoulders with one hand. His sweats go next, and then Saint is standing before me bare ass fucking naked with a semi. "Take off your clothes, Tiny."

Well,nowI understand where this is going.

"Alright, alright, bossy boots," I reply. Then, slowly, I strip my oversized Coyote tee over my head. Saint watches, leaning against the counter with predatory stillness.

"Lacey bits, too." Saint orders, gripping his cock in his fist.

"Don't feel like ripping them today?" I ask, pulling my bralette off and then slowly stepping out of my underwear.

"Nah, I'm sure Jay will want to do that later... Birthday boy and all," Saint says, green eyes watching my every move.

Saint

“How kind of you,” Artemis sasses back, leaning her bare hip against the counter.

“I thought so, too.”

“So, what kind of cookies are we making?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.

“That's for me to know and you to find out later,” I reply, quoting one of her favorite lines. Artemis rolls her beautiful brown eyes at me, and it makes blood rush to my cock.

“So then, what do you need me for?” She asks, stepping toward me.

“I need you to lay on this counter,” I answer, patting the freshly cleared island.

“That doesn’t sound like making cookies,” Artemis says with a small smirk on her face, but she listens anyway, nimbly lifting herself on the counter, then slowly sliding her legs over the granite.

My mouth waters, my wolf pressing against my consciousness. Ever since she took our knott so beautifully, he has wantedmore.I want all of her.

“You’re absolutely right, Tiny,” I reply, grabbing a clean kitchen towel to fold and tie around her eyes.

“I feel as if I’ve been tricked,” Artemis says tartly, but the bright gold ring around her iris tells me she is not mad about what is happening.

“You got Jay your presents, and this is mine. I have topreparehim a cream pie, Tiny.” I answer, silently offering the blindfold to her. She doesn’t hesitate, tying the cloth around her eyes.

“AndIam the cream pie?” Artemis asks, teeth softly indenting her lower lip.

“That you are, Tiny. That you are,” I hum, running my hand down her shoulder, down the center of her chest and stomach.

Artemis’ breathing hitches when my hand coasts over her hip bones, then her thigh. But she doesn’t say anything.

“Do you want a safe word?” I ask, gripping her firm calf.

“Do I need one?”

“That's what I’m asking, love.”

“Pineapple?” Artemis chuckles, and I know she’d be rolling her eyes if they weren’t blindfolded.

“If that’s what you want.”

“I doubt I’ll be using it, but sure, Cinnamon. Pineapple can be my safe word.”