Page 94 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

Then, he goes silent again for a few minutes, presumably dropping cookie dough onto pans.

And then, hands are on me again, gently running up and down my legs, over the curve of my ass. I hum at the warmth.

He lays kisses up the backs of my thighs, then he licks up the center of my pussy, lapping at my soaking clit. Instantly, I’m moaning louder, arching my back.

Then he’s gone again for a split second. And then, he’s rushing in all at once, filling me to the hilt.

"Saint!"I cry out with the rough intrusion and hear him laugh, except it's not Saint who is fucking me like a wild animal. Our Alpha is home.

"Oh,Fuck"I moan as the blindfold is untied from around my eyes, my hair grabbed by Jay.

"Yeah, You know who's got you, don't you, baby girl."

"Jay-" I plead, arching my back, rising on my tiptoes for him. I hadn’t heard Jay, hadn’t evensmelled him.

"She's not allowed to move, Jay." Saint comments from somewhere behind Jay.

"Oh, I know," Jay says, pumping into me, pushing my face back down into the counter.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I plead again, aching for friction.

"Is she allowed to cum?" Jay asks, leaning down to kiss my back.

"Dealers choice," Saint replies in a husky voice, and the timer to the cookies dings. My hip bones dig into the counter with every delicious plunge Jay makes into my pussy, and my knees quake.

“Please-” I gasp because it’s rightthere.

Jay doesn’t do much other than chuckle, but then after a quick shuffle– Saint is there between our legs, lapping at my clit while Jay plunges into me.

My eyes roll back into my head, and Iscreamas release barrels through me.

The blanket of night has long been pulled over the sky by the time we dig into the pie that Saint made.

“Dutch apple pie, made just for you, Alpha,” Saint says as he cuts and serves big slices. The pie is still warm, having been kept in the oven until now.

“Thanks, man,” Jay says, wearing his very own coyote tee and silky robe that I got him. He might also be wearing lace underwear thatheis under the impression is from the men’s section, but in reality, they are not.

He does lookincrediblyfucking sexy. And we match– though mine are much skimpier than his.

Accepting a slice of pie from Saint, I also murmur my thanks. And then, we settle in on the couch, Jay firing up his movie pick.

“Is Dante joining us at some point?” I ask, taking a bite of pie.

“Yeah, probably,” Jay shrugs, unconcerned. Half of his pie is gone already.

I snort, settling into the couch. “Great pie, Cinnamon,” I say, and Saint grins at me.

“Yeah, it is,” Jay says, eyeing my unfinished pie. His plate is empty.

I laugh, handing him the rest of my slice. “Happy birthday, big guy.”

Jay digs in with a groan, making me laugh, and ask, “Do you need a moment? Just you and the pie?”

Saint almost chokes on a bite as laughter bursts from him.

It's about three in the morning when I hear the front door open, expecting Dante.

Instead, Sam walks in with a couple of drinks in hand. The boys and I are still awake, watching Jay’s moviemarathon,so she joins us on the couch. We’d been texting about an hour ago, but she hadn’t mentioned coming over.