His Saint (Forever Wilde #5)

by Lucy Lennox

“Not a shame. I’m working with another valuable asset now. One whose company I much prefer.” His eyes slid toward me, and I could have sworn I saw him take in a sudden breath before he winked.

“Saint?”

“Hm?” My hands itched to pull the towel from his waist, to trace the path of water droplets down his chest, to reach around to cup his little ass and bring him close enough to bury my face in his front. I felt my breath come in quicker draws. “Are you… do you like guys? I wasn’t really sure after last night…”

Instead of speaking it, I leaned toward him and rested my forehead against his flat belly, bringing my hands up to rest lightly on his hips.

His fingers forked through my hair as his feet shuffled closer. The bulge of a hard cock was right below my face, pressing the towel toward me. It was so very tempting.

I lifted my head up to meet his eyes. “I can’t stop watching you,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I can’t stop watching you either.”

“And you’re fired.”

“Augie, you have no idea how much you turn me on. I’ve been wanting to touch you like this since I first saw you,” I murmured against his mouth.

“Please,”

“Touc...

I pulled the towel away fr...

until I had a naked August Stiel hard and begging on my lap. It was better than every daydream I’d had in the few days since we’d met. I peeked down at his erection, stiff and ruddy pink against the pale skin of his abdomen. The thatch of hair surrounding it was neatly trimmed, which didn’t surprise me in someone so outwardly orderly. I re...

“I want to see you come, Augie. Want to watch you relax and let go. You’re so beautiful like this, flushed and panting… letting me touch you the way I want to touch you. You’re making me so hard, baby. So fucking hard.”

“Saint,” he moaned. “Gonna come.”

legs propelled his hips forward and back, fucking himself into my hand as his orgasm drew closer. Suddenly, I had the urge to swallow his release, to take him into my mouth and make him feel as good as possible. I lifted him off me and sat him on my spot on the bench, causing him to yelp at the hard surface under his tender ass. Instead of apologizing with words, I knelt down and took him into my mouth, bobbing and sucking for all I was worth while wrapping one arm around his hips and holding him tight. With the other hand, I opened my own towel and jacked myself off.

He shifted so he could meet my eyes. “Please, Saint. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” If there was a person alive who could resist that plea, it certainly wasn’t me. “Let’s go,” I said, gently nudging him off my lap. “I’ll follow you there.”

One minute I’d been salivating over him in the showers, and the next minute, I’d been climbing all over him half-naked and shooting my load down his freaking throat.

“I want her to be carrying my baby, Saint,” she whispered against my shirt. “Isn’t that the most selfish

thing you can imagine?”

“It’s fine. The woman of my dreams is still having my brother’s baby. No big deal.”

“Don’t fuck with his nips, you horrible woman! I rely on those sonsabitches for entertainment,”

“Next time don’t impregnate my woman, assholes. I’m out of here.”

“You’re the first person who’s asked me that.” His words came out in a small rough voice that broke my heart.

“I can imagine finally getting together with someone you really like and not being able to jump their bones.”

“I… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He stepped closer and cupped my jaw. “I’m the one who’s sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”

I turned around to take a peek of Augie and saw him standing under his own spray facing me instead of facing the wall. His cock was half-hard, and he was stroking it with one hand while lathering up his chest and abdomen with the other. My eyes snapped up to his, and all I could see were hazel eyes turned almost deep green. Ohdeargod.

But the minute Augie’s slender fingers landed in my hair, I was lost.

He just washed my hair from where he stood behind me, his long fingers making my insides turn into complete mush and my cock turn into a steel spike. While he massaged my scalp, I couldn’t help but feel every movement in my dick. My balls drew up so tight I thought I might come before he finished washing my hair. I didn’t. Instead, I simply stood and relished every movement of those magical hands.

“Augie,” I breathed. “Is this okay?” he asked. “I just… I couldn’t stand not touching you anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Oh god,” he moaned. “Oh my god.”

Augie’s hands came up to clutch my shoulders, fingertips pressing into the skin so hard I wondered if they’d leave marks. His groans turned to grunts as his cock pulsed in my grip and began thrusting through my fist. “That’s it,” I murmured against his wet hair. “Beautiful, sweet Augie.”

“Saint, please. Please. I need to… I need… oh fuck, I’m gonna come…”

“Do you have any idea what kind of torture it’s been to take a shower in the Twist locker room with you naked only a few feet away and not be able to touch you?” I asked.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he whispered, almost to himself.

“If you’re not into this, please tell me now,” Saint said in a quiet voice. “It’s okay, Augie. I’ll just head out. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

“I’m into it, Saint. Jesus, can’t you tell I’m into it? What made you say that?”

“You don’t make me feel uncomfortable or strange,” I said. “You make me feel…” I swallowed and felt tears pricking in my eyes as I realized the truth. “You make me feel more normal than I’ve ever felt in my life… and that’s what’s strange.”

Even though he’d never given me reason to expect it from him, rejection was still one of my biggest fears.

Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around me and stood up. Then that hot motherfucker carried me to my bedroom.

“God, your ass,” I grumbled against his ear. “I want to get these fucking pants off you.”

“You’re hot as shit. Do people stop you in public just to tell you that?”

His touch sent all thoughts of clubs skittering to the winds and made my dick wake up. Way up.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Baby, what are we doing?” The man literally had ten seconds to tell me to leave before I attacked him. “Take off your clothes, Saint.”

“Key to the—” He sucked in a loud breath as I teased his small nipple with my tongue. “T-the slope. The box thing. Whatever. Keep doing that.”

My mouth watered at the realization he’d been leaking precum already, and I was aching to get that cock down my throat.

My mouth landed on the wet spot over his tip, and I mouthed his erection through the fabric. Moans from my own throat mixed with whimpers from his, and both of us seemed consumed in the same haze of lust.

“No, stop,” I said. “I was getting ready to suck you off before I was so rudely interrupted. Lie back, Mr. Pottymouth.”

“Holy shit,” he cried. “Dear god, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”