Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“What was it about?” I place my hands on my hips.
He looks down at me, his green eyes narrowed with annoyance. “That’s none of your damn business.” Adam goes to walk off, but I follow him.
“Is it regarding the Lords?” I dig. They never tell me anything. Just enough to keep me guessing. I wonder if that’s what he was talking about with Tyson and Hooke. I should have listened before I interrupted.
“Fuck off, Ash,” he growls over his shoulder.
I place my hand on his arm. “Tell me-“
“Get the fuck away!” He spins around and shouts. Everyone who heard stops their conversations to stare at us.
“Are you…are you in trouble?” I ask softly. The Lords have no problem eliminating you if they feel that they can’t control you. He doesn’t meet my stare. Instead, he looks over my head, jaw clenching. “Can Dad help you?” I go on at his silence.
He gives a rough laugh. “No, Dad can’t help me.” His eyes drop to mine. “Just like he can’t make you a virgin again.”
My mouth falls open on a gasp, and his laughter grows. “What? Like it’s a secret that you’re a whore.”
“I am not,” I say defensively, and I wonder if Saint already told him what I did earlier in my bedroom at our parents’ house. I’m not dumb. I know guys brag when they fuck a girl. And although we didn’t fuck, I did act like a fool and ride his thigh. I was exactly what Saint wanted me to be-his needy fucking whore.
“Whatever.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket and types away on it. I stand staring at the grass until he puts it away. “You worry about your problem, and I’ll worry about mine.” With that, he turns and gives me his back, storming off into the crowd.
“Here you go.” Marie comes up beside me and hands me my drink. I take a big gulp, trying to ignore the pit in my stomach. I know I’m a virgin, but that still might not be enough when it comes time for the vow ceremony. I don’t know what I’m more afraid of-the punishment I’ll receive or the fact that Saint will have to throw me away.
NINE
SAINT
I’ve been watching her for the past hour. Adam texted me that she was here at the party. His exact words were:
Your whore is here. Get her off my back.
Adam doesn’t give a fuck that Ashtyn is to be my chosen. When I told him that I was picking her, he didn’t even bat an eye. He knew a Spade brother would have her one day. And my day is coming soon.
I hit call on my phone for the tenth time and watch her press ignore while grabbing a new drink. I’ve seen her down three so far. At this point, she’s pretty far gone.
I’ve stood back and watched her drink with her friend while they laugh and stumble over their own feet. It’s cute really. That she thinks she can ride my thigh, and come on it, and then ignore me like it never happened.
She’ll never be able to escape me. Not anymore. As much as I’ve wanted her, I’ve never let her know. Now I’m going to make sure she understands just how serious I am.
I send her a text.
If you don’t answer my call, I’m going to take a belt to your ass.
She’s laughing with her friend when she removes her cell from the back pocket of her jeans.
Reading over my text, I watch her start to type. My phone dings.
You’d have to actually touch me in order to do that.
I smirk and type back.
I can touch you all I want. I just can’t fuck you…yet.
I watch her read it and then put her cell away in her back pocket. Grinding my teeth when she doesn’t text me anything, I call it. Straight to voicemail. The bitch turned it off.
That makes eleven calls.
“I’m going to need your assistance.” I snap my fingers at Haidyn and Kashton who are talking to one another next to me.
They both nod, not even caring what the fuck it is. My sweetheart is about to find out just what we’re all about.
I sip on my drink while I watch her for the next twenty minutes. She’s so drunk, and I wonder how she got here. Surely, she didn’t drive, and I know she didn’t come with Adam. He already left. He’s got some shit going on with the Lords right now. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but it’s not looking good. It’s also not my problem. His sister, on the other hand, is my only concern right now.
I can’t take her to the house of Lords until after the vow ceremony. So I’ll have to take her to her house. I might just spend the next three weeks there with her.
Watching her stumble away from the party, I observe her friend going back over to the table for another drink as Ashtyn goes the opposite way. She shouldn’t be walking around all by herself out here. I only trust about five men at this party. And two of them came with me.
“Let’s go,” I tell the guys as I start to follow her. She passes a few groups of people, a bonfire, and then proceeds to the cars parked out in a field. Walking up to a black Camaro, she tries to open the passenger door.
“Shit,” Ashtyn hisses when she realizes it’s locked. Spinning around, she goes to head back, but I put myself in her way, making her yelp when her body hits mine.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I say, smiling down at her.
“Saint,” she gasps, her wide eyes going to both Kashton and Haidyn, who stand on either side of me. She then looks to the crowd to see just how far away she is from anyone helping her. “What are you-” Her face hardens. “House of Lords, my ass!” She pushes her hips out with her hands on them.
She’s so cute. “Let’s go for a walk.” I grab her upper arm and pull her from the car.
“I don’t think-“
“I don’t care what you think,” I interrupt her. She tries to pull away, but I yank her to me. Bending down, I wrap my arm around the back of her legs and toss her over my shoulder. I walk farther away from the party behind us, into the tree line on the opposite side where the partygoers have made the field a parking lot.
“Saint,” she squeals as her hands hit my ass. She yanks on my jeans like that’s going to do her any good. “I’m going to puke,” she whines as she bounces up and down.
“Then puke.”
The guys laugh, and she lets out a growl, but her body slumps, no longer fighting. I stomp on branches, looking for the right spot. Thankfully, there’s so much going on behind us that we have enough light to see over here.
Finding what I want, I set her down on her feet, and she sways a little. “Hold her.” I push her into Haidyn, who wraps his arm around her neck from behind. She fights him, her nails clawing at his arm, and he laughs at her pointless attempt to escape.
“Calm down, baby girl. We’re not going to hurt you…much,” he tells her, and Kashton just laughs as she lets out a frustrated growl.
I undo my belt and nod to the tree behind them. “Place her arms above her head,” I order.
He drags her over underneath the branches that cross low between two trees. Kashton grabs her arms and holds them up above her head while she kicks and screams. I step up to them and wrap my belt around her small wrists above the low-hanging tree branches. Tying them together, I secure her up on her tiptoes.
“Saint?” Her head falls back, and she looks up at her tied wrists above her head. She pulls on them, but she’s not getting free. The branches are thick enough that even if she were to hang from them, they wouldn’t break. “What the fuck?” she hisses, glaring at me.
“I told you what would happen if you didn’t answer my phone call.” She can’t say I didn’t warn her.
She’s panting from her struggle with Haidyn and Kashton. I hold my hand out to Haidyn. “Give me your belt.”
He smirks, staring at her as he lifts his shirt, unbuckles his belt, and pulls it free from his belt loops.
A whimper leaves her parted lips. I lick mine. I can’t wait to taste her. “Let’s get you more comfortable, sweetheart.” Stepping into her, I undo her jeans and yank them down her tan and toned legs. I remove them and toss them to Kashton, who hangs them over the back of his neck and shoulders.
Without warning, I slide my finger into the tiny white lace thong and run it along her pussy. When I feel how wet she is, I push it into her.