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Bossy Boots
B y the time my eyes crack open, Jay is long gone. I can't remember if he said he would be going to the Forge today or the Packhouse. When I shuffle out of the covers, I make a beeline for the shower, cranking up the hot water and stepping under the spray without turning on the lights.
The conversation Jay and I had last night still rings in my ears. Now, I can't stop wondering if Saint will react the way I hope he will.
My shower takes almost no time as I quickly wash my face and scrub my scalp and body. Dante is rarely home these days, so I'm hoping that's the case today and Saint will be the only other person home.
When I emerge from the shower dressed in comfy shorts and a cut-off tee, I wander down the stairs to an empty house. The oven is on, though, so I know Saint is home, at least.
Now, to determine if he's the only one.
The upstairs is quiet, though. I don't hear any water running, but I can hear the faint clink-clack sound coming from the weight racks downstairs in the gym.
With my stomach in knots, I go down the other stairs into the brightly lit gym basement.
Saint is here, though he is alone. With effortless precision, he lowers his body into a lunge, his leg muscles gleaming in the lights. Saint's shorts ride up with every movement.
"Good morning, Tiny." Saint greets, shifting stances to do a different exercise.
"Good morning, Cinnamon." I have absolutely zero intention of actually working out this morning. However, I still walk over to the stationary bike and start slowly pedaling.
Saint doesn't say anything else. He merely goes through the motions of his workout, humming along with the playlist thumping quietly from the sound system speakers in the ceiling.
Minutes pass like that, me quietly pedaling the stationary bike and Saint humming along with the music, doing bicep curls, until finally, I can't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry for shutting you out," I say quietly, not even looking at him.
"You don't have to apologize to me, Tiny," Saint says equally quietly.
"Yes, I do. It isn't fair, and I don't like feeling like I've hurt you," I reply, finally meeting his electric green eyes.
"I understand why, though, even if I didn't like it," Saint says, but I ignore his comment.
"I know I'm not the easiest person to be around, I'm stubborn, and I'm prideful and could probably list more than a few red flags for you-"
"I don't care about those things, Tiny." Saint interrupts my monologue.
I charge on ahead as if I hadn't heard him. "I'm selfish and dramatic and hate my family most days, but I…" I trail off, having lost my point of listing all my faults. Swallowing down my fear, I finish with the truth. "I can't keep shutting the people I care about out, though."
Saint's green eyes lock onto mine, flashing with the rising of his wolf.
"You care about me?" A sly smile creeps across Saint's face, making my heart skip a beat.
"Yeah, that's what…."I gulp, wrestling with the internal urge to flee. Run away and never return. "That's what I'm trying to say. I care about you."
I have all of his focus now, and that sly smile turns into a full-blown grin as he drops his free weights, the loud bang of them hitting the floor making me jolt.
"How much do you care about me, Tiny?" One foot in front of the other, Saint crosses the distance.
My heart is in my throat, pounding away with every step Saint takes toward me. "A dangerous amount," I admit, watching his advance.
Saint's eyebrows scrunch together as he asks, "How so?"
My answer is easy. "You could destroy me."
"Or you could destroy me," Saint fires back, making my chest ache.
Gnawing on my lip, I reply, "Like I said, a dangerous amount, Cinnamon."
Saint looks at me for a minute, green eyes roaming all over my body. When he locks eyes with me, he seems able to peer down into my soul. He and Jay both have that deep, intense gaze as if they can see the very fabric you're woven out of.
Another minute drags by in silence before Saint eventually says, "I've always liked to play with fire, Tiny."
And then he's charging toward me, covering the remaining distance effortlessly, picking me up off the stationary bike, running up flights of stairs with me over his shoulder, laughing the entire way.
His warm hands on the backs of my thighs heat my blood, sending it spooling in my middle.
Then he lightly tosses me on his bed, slamming the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" I laugh, settling back on my elbows.
Saint's grin turns wicked when he says, "You think I'm going to risk getting interrupted and having to share?" He shakes his head, the few strands of hair free of his bun bouncing. "Not a chance, Tiny."
My heart sinks immediately. "Oh, but you- I mean, we, Jay and I- um," I stammer, blush rising to my cheeks as I fight for words to describe what I meant.
Saint smiles again, softer this time. "Oh, I know you're still with Jay. That changes nothing. I'll share Tiny, just not right now. Right now, you're all mine."
Relief sweeps through me like a flood. " Oh."
With a roar, Saint jumps on the bed on top of me, making me laugh again. He buries his face in my neck, licking the column of my throat, nipping along that muscle that sends gooseflesh down my entire body, a light moan replacing my laugh.
Saint groans, slowly kissing my throat, murmuring, "I love how your skin smells and tastes." It's absentminded but sends an echoing pulse to my clit, a desperate thrum in my blood.
"Hey, really quick-" I pull back from Saint, looking into his eyes. They're suddenly guarded, and I hate that.
"Yeah, Tiny?"
I smile at him, wrapping my leg around his hip. "Can I invite the girls to family dinner?"
Saint's answering smile makes me want to weep when he answers, "Yeah, of course. The more, the merrier. I'd love to cook for them, for you." He says softly, kissing the tip of my nose.
"Mmm," I hum, stretching up to kiss his lips. "Thank you, Saint." Saint groans in my mouth, pushing his hips into mine.
I gasp into his mouth, letting the mattress take my weight so I can explore his skin and map out his muscles under my palms. Mark him as mine.
Saint wastes no time, pulling my shirt up over my head before his mouth is on mine again, his hips rocking into mine, the thick bulge of his cock creating delicious friction.
"I've wanted you long enough that I'm not letting you leave anytime soon; you know that, right?" Saint asks, green eyes locked on mine as he moves down my body, closing his mouth over a peaked nipple through my bralette.
"I don't see a downside," I reply, watching his descent, gasping when he nips my skin lightly.
"That's good, Artemis."
I don't think he's ever said my name, and I think I like it a little too much rolling off his tongue. But then he roughly palms my sex over my shorts, the light pressure enough to send my pulse jumping, a breathy moan slipping free from my mouth.
"So, are you going to be my good little slut today, Tiny?"
My mouth practically falls off, and my eyebrows shoot into my hairline. I had not expected that to come out of Saint's mouth. Those green eyes on me with that smirk on his face …. He's fucking hot, goddamn it.
Running my tongue along my teeth, I reply with a cool " maybe," widening my hips for him. I'm a fucking liar, though, because fuck yes , I will be his good little slut.
"Maybe?" Saint asks, fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down slowly.
"Mhm. Maybe."
Saint chuckles lightly, looking down at me, the scraps of lace left covering my body. "You're so… fucking beautiful. "
"You're not too bad yourself, Cinnamon," I fire back while hooking my leg behind his knee, running it up his side, resting it on his shoulder. In a way, I'm glad I got to experience him with Jay first. There are no awkward pauses now, no anxiety about being rejected. I know what it feels like to have him deep inside me, and I want more.
Saint hums to himself, ripping my underwear off without warning.
"Again!" I exclaim, annoyed because I liked those. "You guys have to stop doing that!"
"Or we can keep on doing it because it gets you wet and just buy you more," Saint replies, lowering his mouth to my center, licking me lightly once. I have to restrain the urge to tilt my hips toward his mouth.
"Yeah, that'll work too, Cinnamon," I answer, utterly incapable of disguising how breathy my voice has gotten and how my chest heaves with every shaky inhale.
I want him so fucking bad.
"Will it?" Saint asks, blowing lightly on my clit, then running his hands up the inside of my thighs, laying kisses in their wake.
"Sure," I reply, watching him, waiting.
Saint chuckles while he nudges my legs open wider, palms placed firmly on either side of my pussy, spreading me open. Then he spits on my clit, spreading it around with his thumb.
Pleasure shoots through me, intense and feverish.
"Saint?" I mumble while he continues those light caresses over my clit again and again.
"Yeah, Tiny?"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Does this not feel good?" He asks, rubbing harder for one second before returning to that light caress.
"Oh, it feels good," I agree, letting my head fall back against the bed.
"Then what's the rush?"
I don't answer for a moment, and Saint takes the opportunity to suck my clit into his mouth, plunging a finger deep into me. I moan loudly. Saint hums, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting higher.
"I think you know," I answer when I have enough breath.
"I want to hear you say it." He replies, spitting on my pussy again, spreading my wetness and his around, caressing my clit, roughly fucking me with his fingers.
Saint does it again and again, and I moan. It feels good, but it's not enough.
Growling, I lock eyes with Saint and answer, "I want you to fill me up, Saint. I want you to bury your cock in my pussy and fuck me like a little slut."
Saint chuckles again, rising to his knees. Slowly, he pulls his shorts off, thick cock springing free. "Good girl, I like it when you use your words."
My mouth waters as he strokes himself slowly, then settles back between my legs. Again, he spits, though this time in his hand, using it to get his cock wet.
Even though I said I want him to fuck me like a slut, he still takes his time, lifting my hips-roughly- from the mattress to bring my pussy to his mouth.
" Oh -" I squeak when he lifts me, moaning deliriously when he holds me there for his devouring . Saint sucks my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.
All too soon, he lets me down, but then he's lining his cock up at my entrance, sliding in deep but slowly. Letting me adjust to the stretch and the fullness.
" Fuck," I moan, tilting my hips to give him better access.
"Let me hear you, baby, I like that smart mouth of yours." Saint croons, rocking slowly.
"Fuck, you feel good," I groan, wrapping my legs around his hips. He grabs my knees and pulls them apart when I try to hook them around his back, keeping me open, pinned.
Saint groans, plunging into me faster and harder. My nails leave little red marks down his chest as I paw at his skin, desperate for every inch of him.
With one hand, he roughly pulls my bralette down, exposing my nipples to his exploration when he leans down, sucking one into his mouth, pausing those delicious thrusts.
I clench around him, relishing in the fullness of having Saint fully seated inside me, unmoving. "Hmm," Saint hums, pushing impossibly deeper. "That's right, Tiny."
Slowly, he pulls out inch by inch. When he pulls out almost all the way, he slams roughly back in, capturing my moans on his tongue.
Saint does it again, and again and again, and then a fourth time- and I fracture apart, screaming out his name as pleasure fizzles across my skin.
"Fuck, Yeah, Tiny. Do it again," He orders, grabbing my face in his palm and forcing me to look at him.
"Alright, bossy boots. Make me then." I sass back, sticking out my tongue. He then grabs both legs, holding them together and slightly to the side.
Then, Saint spits in my mouth, slamming deep into my pussy again and again.
" Fuck-" I hiss, eyes rolling back. Saint taps the side of my face lightly, snapping my focus back to him.
"Look at me, Tiny. Look at me while you cum like a little slut on my dick," He orders, stomach muscles contracting and stretching in time with his thrusts, the wet sounds of him sliding in and out with ease louder than our breaths.
Suddenly, it's too much, or not enough, or—"Please—" I start mewling, " please, please, please—" over and over, the words tumble out as I beg for release.
"That's it, Artemis. Go on. Cum for me, baby. Let me hear it," Saint orders before spanking my asscheek.
Release slams into my body, seizing my breath and bowing my back, a guttural moan leaving my mouth.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Saint gasps, and then he's pulling out all the way- flipping me so that my face is pressed into the mattress. Without warning, he's pushing back in, thrusting his cock deep into me, making me moan.
I gasp, moving my hips in time with his thrust, his hands on my hips pulling me back to him sharper, harder. My thighs start trembling when he grabs all my hair in one fist, arching my back.
"Fuck, that feels fucking good," I moan, and in return Saint slaps my ass.
"Fuck yeah, you do, Tiny," Saint agrees, his breathing uneven and shaky.
That slow build of pleasure starts again, pebbling my skin in icy electric tendrils. "Fuck, I'm gonna-" I moan, clenching around him again.
"Do it, tiny! Give it to me so I can fill you up," Saint begs, and I see stars. Suddenly, my arms don't support my weight, and I collapse on the mattress, Saint following me as he pumps desperately into me, groaning out his release.