Ruthless Saints

She’s just Hailey, and I love it.

Holding my hand out to her, I say, “Beautiful as always.”

She lays her palm against mine, and we link our fingers. Stepping out of the cabin, I take the keys from her and lock the door before dropping them in my pocket.

As we turn up the road, Hailey asks, “Why does Alexei want to meet me?”

I glance down at her. “Because you’re important to me.”

A wide smile stretches across her face. “I am?”

I nod, and her feet do a cute little skip before she darts in front of me. Keeping hold of my hand, she starts to walk backward.

Her eyes sparkle at me with mischief. “How important?”

I tug her against me, and lifting my other hand to the back of her head, I hold her in place as I claim her mouth. I devour her lips and tongue the same way I plan on eating her pussy until her breaths are nothing but quick puffs of air.

Pulling back and seeing desire clouding her eyes, a satisfied grin tugs at the corner of my mouth, and then I answer her question, “More than you’ll ever know.”

HAILEY

Happiness isn’t just a nine-letter word.

It’s standing in front of the only man who can set your body on fire with a mere look.

It’s staring into the eyes of the person who makes you feel more than you’ve ever felt.

It’s holding the hand of the one you’re falling hopelessly in love with.

And it’s an incredible feeling to fall for Carson.

I wasn’t looking for a relationship. The timing’s all wrong. We’re opposites. And none of it matters.

“You’re important to me too,” I whisper as I stare deep into his eyes. Then I pull my hand free from his. “Which reminds me. I don’t have your number.” I dig my phone out of my pocket and open the screen. “Give it to me.”

Carson slowly recites his number, and then he moves closer to see if I typed it in right. “Yeah, that’s it.”

When I save it under MM, Carson asks, “What does that stand for?

“My man,” I grin at him, and then he stuns the living hell out of me as an actual full-blown smile forms on his face. “Holy shit,” I breathe. “You really need to smile more.”

He lets out a chuckle as he pulls his own phone from the inner pocket of his coat. “Your number?”

I press dial, and when his phone rings, I say, “Just save it.”

I watch as he types in MW, and it makes my grin stretch impossible wide. Carson lifts a hand, and taking hold of a fist full of my hair, he yanks me to him, and then his mouth meets mine in a hotter than hell kiss.

I grab hold of the lapels of his coat and hang on for dear life. I could stand in the middle of the road all day kissing him.

Too soon, he frees my mouth, and his voice is low and hoarse as he whispers, “My woman.”

Dean Winchester, who?

My wildest fantasies have nothing on Carson. Especially when he looks at me as if it’s taking all his self-control to not fuck me right here.

Instead of me getting to cross public sex off my bucket list, Carson takes my hand again, and we continue walking.

When his house comes into sight, nerves begin to spin in my stomach.

God, I hope his brother likes me.

Reaching the front door, Carson keys in a code, and then the door just swings open. I’m pulled into a work of art, and my lips part.

Oh. My. God.

The mountainside forms the walls on the left, while glass walls give a clear view of the pine forest on the right side of the house. The furnishings are minimalist and a pine tree encased in glass stands rooted between the kitchen and living room.

“Carson,” I breathe in awe. “Your home is beautiful.”

Then a spitting image of Carson comes up from the stairs at the back of the house, and the moment our eyes meet, an eery feeling skitters down my spine.

When Alexei stops a couple of steps away from me, I begin to see slight differences between him and Carson. Alexei’s eyes are colder, his face impassive as if nothing on this planet can ruffle his feathers.

Reaching my hand to him, I say, “It’s nice to meet you.”

He stares at me until I start wondering whether I should just lower my hand. Then he smiles, and the eerie feeling is quickly replaced with all my alarm bells going off.

This man is dangerous.

My sixth sense screams at me to take a step back, to put distance between us, but somehow I remain rooted to the spot.

Slowly, as if every move he makes is calculated, he takes hold of my hand. His palm is ice cold.

His eyes never leave mine, and it becomes a struggle to keep eye contact. Then suddenly, as if I passed some test, Alexei’s features soften as he murmurs, “I see why you like her, brother.”