Page 21 of Crushing Clover

“Not all of us have daily access to a swimming pool,” I shot back.

I peeked over my shoulder as I grabbed a towel.

Rather than meeting his scowl, as I was expecting, he was checking out the way Lucky’s wet clothing clung to me.

He flicked his gaze to mine, and his dark eyes were filled with chagrin at being caught.

Rather than say something dismissive, he dove under and started doing laps again.

So much for his assertion that he wasn’t attracted to me.

He got out not long after I did and stalked over to his towel.

I watched while pretending my eyes were closed.

All three of them were gorgeous, but my attraction to Saint John had a weird twist which likely had everything to do with the fact that he hated me.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I fantasize about safe, respectful guys?

Noah used to fit that bill.

The thought of my ex-cinnamon-roll boyfriend was like a toothache. The betrayal had been so unexpected that I was still grappling with what had happened.

“What’s with the face?”

I banished thoughts of Noah, and even welcomed the flecks of water that hit me as Saint John took the seat next to me.

“Thinking of my ex, unfortunately.”

“You mean your last John?” He snickered like he was hilarious.

“I know you might find it difficult to believe, but I probably have far less sexual experience than you three.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Seriously. I was with the same guy since high school. He was my one and only until I went to work at the resort. Even there, I was only with a few people. That brings me up to a grand total of four, other than Lucky and Rush…and maybe you.” I glanced over at him.

He’d opened his book but was still looking at me.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“I don’t care whether you believe it or not. It’s a fact.”

“Shut up. I’m trying to read.”

I watched as his gaze started to slide over the page, searching for where he left off.

He promptly closed the book again. “Why would you lie about something so stupid? We didn’t take you on based on how much mileage you had.

And who the hell gets to this point in life without having more than four partners anyway?

” He narrowed his eyes. “Weren’t you a dancer? ”

“I was, but I didn’t break the rules about contact with patrons.”

“Did you give lap dances?”

“That was part of the job. I was decent at it, but I didn’t fuck patrons, so I don’t really count that as, you know, experience.”

He lowered his gaze to my mouth and snorted. “You must give terrible blowjobs.”

Caught off guard, I quirked a brow.

“I have no idea. I suppose I could always learn better technique if anybody bothered to teach me.”

His dark gaze flashed with animosity. “Maybe Lucky wouldn’t mind helping you with your training wheels, but I’m definitely not interested.” His gaze lingered on my mouth.

“So, you’re implying both you and Lucky suck dick better than I do?”

Rather than looking offended as I expected, he only looked amused. “I imagine I do most things in life better than you, pet .”

I hated it so much when he called me that.

Maybe I should pee in his pool, after all.

Irritated, I got up and slid back into the pool. I went under, then popped back up, smoothing my hair from my eyes, only to find him in the pool, inches away from me.

He bumped his bare chest against my wet T-shirt.

I hadn’t noticed before that one of the bleach stains on the shirt was centered right over my nipple, and water had turned the fabric translucent.

Apparently, he had noticed, because his gaze lingered there.

What the hell? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me completely naked and getting fucked before.

“Do you have a problem with bisexuals?”

“No.”

“Are you one of those girls who gets off on watching guys together?”

I shrugged.

“Do you like watching us fuck?”

“I don’t know many people who wouldn’t. It’s not like the three of you are hard on the eyes.”

“So, you watch us that much, and you still can’t tell me which of them is having their way with you in the middle of the night?” He lifted a brow, looking down at me with an amount of skepticism that irritated the hell out of me.

“I haven’t had sex with either of them enough to tell them apart in the dark.”

“It can’t be that difficult. Piercing or no piercing?”

“I don’t know!” I practically spat. “All I know is that it can’t be you.”

He snorted. “Of course it’s not me. But how would you know that other than the fact that I loathe you?”

“I know, because if it was Lucky he would make sure to give me orgasms. If he was breaking a rule he would break it thoroughly. That’s the only guess I have.”

“So, you think it’s Rush?” His tone was challenging, and his face was so close to mine I thought he might bite me.

“I don’t know. It’s always at night when I’m already asleep. I wake up groggy with a tongue between my legs. It’s not time to play Sherlock Holmes. I only care about orgasms.”

“And you haven’t orgasmed when he fucks you?”

“No, but it’s been close.”

Had he gotten lost? His lips were hovering over mine, and he was hanging on my every word. There was no way it was him, right? Not only did he hate me, he wouldn’t get me so close to orgasm so many times.

God, he was gorgeous.

“Besides, he goes down on me. What are the chances you would deliberately do something to bring me pleasure?”

He darted out his tongue and licked my bottom lip. I tried not to look startled.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

Such an ass. But I still leaned forward, hoping for more, even though I detested him with every fiber of my being.

Why did my pussy have to be such a needy bitch?

“If you ever want to have another orgasm in your short, miserable life, you’d better rack that little brain of yours to figure out how to please me. Until then, you’ll have nothing but a sore pussy. Go inside now and shower off the chlorine, or your hair is going to be a mess.”

We were so close our chests were brushing together.

“Yes, Saint.” I gazed up at him, trying not to beg with my eyes.

“If you’re in there a second longer than strictly necessary, you’ll be punished. No touching yourself.”

“Yes, Saint.” I turned away and went to the pool’s stairs but turned back to look at him when I was almost at the top.

He was checking out my ass again.

“How can I be more pleasing to you?”

“Why? Are you that hard up?” The religious iconography tattooed on his skin made him look all the more evil, standing in one of the shaded parts of the pool.

Pool party with Satan.

“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it, Saint,” I said, my pulse fluttering with my nerves. “I’m here to be of service.”

He clenched his jaw. “I don’t need some inexperienced little whore fumbling with my dick. If I need anything, Lucky already knows what I like.”

Rebuffed, I nodded.

He made a dismissive gesture. “Go.”

Quickly, I dried off and went upstairs to Lucky’s room.

In the bathroom, I stripped and got into the shower, where the water trailing over my skin felt suggestive and frustrating.

By the time I got downstairs, Saint was already showered and sitting on the couch—and his cock was jammed down Lucky’s throat.

I stood there and watched. The man had no gag reflex, and no qualms about giving a sloppy blowjob.

He also didn’t panic when Saint John cut off his air.

It’s fine to watch. It’s practically on-the-job training.

My fingertips brushed my thigh under the edge of my short sundress. I wanted to slide that hand into my panties and take the edge off while I watched them, but the best I could do was squeeze my thighs together and enjoy the sparks of orgasmic pleasure that fired there.

Saint shoved him, and Lucky obediently collapsed back onto the floor.

Without hesitation, Saint followed him down and lifted the back of his head, then sank into his mouth with a groan.

Ruthlessly, he facefucked Lucky, giving him no chance to breathe.

When he finished, it was all glaring, violence, and bared teeth.

Weird. He didn’t usually fuck Lucky’s mouth as if he hated him.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking of me.