Page 95 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

“Hey bitch,” I greet, moving the blanket for her to sit next to me and join the cuddle puddle. She does, handing me a crisp Dr Pepper as she collapses on the couch.

“Hey bitch,” Sam replies, dipping her hand into Jay and I’s popcorn.

“How's it hanging?” Saint asks from my lap. Jay sits on my other side, legs half-way on top of Saint’s side.

“I’ve had better days,” Sam says quietly.

“Want to talk about it?” Jay asks, lowering the volume on the TV to hear her.

“No, at least not right now,” She answers, settling into the cushion.

“We’ll be here when you do, Snakey,” Saint says, offering her a piece of his sour candy. I run my fingers through his hair in thanks. He’s always made my friend feel welcome; for that alone, he has my heart.

“You guys are the best,” Sam replies, resting her head on my shoulder.

Epilogue

Jay Saint and I are apparentlyreallyslackers when it comes to taking down holiday decorations. The Cabin is among the last to beundecorated. Today is the day, though. The three of us have been taking down decorations and cleaning as we go since around ten this morning.

There has even been talk about removing the wall separating Saint and our rooms.

And, good news, folks– it’s not a load-bearing wall! Or so Jay said earlier with an abundance of confidence, after knocking in several areas on the wall.

Now, though, the three of us are boxing lights, carefully untangling them as we go.

Both of my boys took off their shirts a while ago, and now my blood is rushing to my cheeks for entirely different reasons thanexertion.

When I stop coiling my strand of lights, both the boys notice.

“What’s up, Gorgeous?” Jay asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Come here, boys,” I say softly, crooking my finger at them. Then, I plug the strand of rainbow lights in.

I toss the strand around Jay’s neck when they halt in front of me. He smiles.

“Saint, on your knees,” I say, coiling a length of lights around his neck. Immediately, Saint is moving, stripping as quickly as he can without disturbing the strand of lights around his neck.Then he's kneeling at my feet, tugging my shorts down my hips.

With the strand of lights around my Alpha's neck, I pull him in for a kiss. Jay's hands coast around my ribs, up to circle my neck as he meets my kiss, consuming my every breath.

I tangle my other hand in Saint's curls, tugging him closer. He leans in, closing his mouth around my clit, carefully lifting one of my legs over his shoulder with a satisfied groan.

“What’s gotten into you, Gorgeous?” Jay murmurs, tilting my face down to watch Saint feast between my legs.

“You guys took off your shirts. I got distracted,” I murmur, breaking eye contact with the Blond between my legs to tilt my head back for Jay’s exploration down my jawbone and neck.

When Saint plunges two fingers deep in me, I moan, arching into the contact.

“Afternoon delight?” Jay murmurs against my skin, making me chuckle.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” I hum, caressing Saint’s hair as he makes it almost impossible to stay upright with his tongue dancing between my legs.

“You got it, babe,” Saint murmurs before moving to lean against the couch on the floor, slowly stroking himself, free hand running up and down my legs. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with Jay, I strip the rest of my clothes off and settle in Saint's lap, rocking my clit against his hard cock.

“Hey, Big guy?” I ask, pulling on the lights to tug him closer.

“Yeah, Gorgeous?”

“Take your cock out for me?”