That seemed to motivate her and she quickly yanked off her sweatpants and shirt and dragged my filthy uniform on over her lacy blue underwear.
I heard Kyan leaving the bathroom and quickly ducked in to wash myself off in the shower while she finished putting her look together.
I returned to find her wearing the shoulder pads, jersey and helmet, her golden legs bare and a look on her face that said she didn’t believe this would work.
“Looking hot, Cinders,” I teased, dropping my towel as I pulled on some sweatpants and a wifebeater.
“You really think this will satisfy Saint?” she asked doubtfully. “I just pepper sprayed him in the face.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that and I snatched her hand in mine as I dragged her towards the door. “Only one way to find out.”
Saint was descending the stairs from his room as we made it to the lounge and the way his reddened eyes narrowed dangerously told me he was out for blood.
“I’ve already picked her punishment,” I said loudly before he could start. “And as you’re always the one picking them and it’s my night with her, I think that’s fair.”
“Well, I don’t agree,” Saint snarled.
“What have you picked?” Kyan asked from the couch, eyeing Tatum with interest. His eyes were red and puffy too, but it didn’t seem to have affected his mood too much. In fact, he looked like he was buzzing.
“As she loves dancing so much, I thought she could dance for us. On the altar. While taking her clothes off,” I explained.
Silence fell for a long moment and Kyan grinned hungrily. “Fuck yes. You have my vote.”
“Fine,” Saint snarled. He was outvoted anyway, but it was definitely easier if he agreed. I wondered for a moment if I wasn’t the only one of us starting to feel like a piece of shit for how far we’d taken things with her in the past, but it was hard to say. And with their eyes all red and puffy from the pepper spray, I was willing to bet tonight wasn’t the time to ask.
I guided Tatum over to the altar, knocking the pile of books Saint had neatly stacked on it to the floor as I gave her a hand up to stand on it.
Kyan grabbed the couch and turned it to face her as she bit her lip nervously and Saint fell down into the spot in the very centre of it the moment Kyan set it down.
I grabbed some beers and a glass of douchebag vodka for Saint then moved to the panel on the wall to select some music for her.
“You got anything in mind, Tate?” I asked casually as she adjusted the large helmet on her head.
“U + Ur Hand by Pink,” she replied instantly and I barked a laugh as I obliged her by setting it playing.
She started dancing to the music, clearly not going for sexy initially, making a big show of taking the helmet off and swinging her blonde hair all around her head. But I was willing to bet she’d forgotten the fact that the more she jumped about, the more the jersey rode up and gave us a glimpse of those little blue panties cupping her round ass.
She danced with the helmet for a while then launched it at Kyan with enough force to smack him in the chest as he caught it, but he only laughed.
She teased the jersey up and down over her thighs for a long time before peeling that off too and Saint leaned forward in his seat as he watched her hungrily. She tossed the jersey at me, quickly followed by the shoulder pads which almost smacked Saint in the face.
My heart pounded furiously as I watched her, the three of us totally enraptured by this beautiful creature who had stumbled into our lives and changed everything.
As Tatum turned back to look our way in nothing but her underwear, she suddenly screamed, pointing over our heads at something behind us as she threw her arms around her chest to cover herself.
“There’s someone out there!” she shouted.
I leapt out of my seat and whirled around to look out of the window above the kitchenette with my heart pounding.
I thought I caught a glimpse of movement and I snarled with fury as I bolted for the door. Kyan and Saint were right beside me, but we still hadn’t moved the fucking dining table and it slowed us down as Kyan dragged it away from the door.
I didn’t even bother with shoes as I raced out into the storm, ready to kill whoever the hell had been peeping in our fucking windows at our girl.
Saint shoved me aside but I was faster than him and I made it around to the window first.
There was no one there, but fresh boot prints marked the muddy ground.
“Come out now and we might not kill you!” Kyan roared.
Rage, white hot and utterly blinding consumed me as I tried to follow the tracks left by whoever the fuck had been here. But after we’d run all around the outside of The Temple earlier and with the combination of the dark night and the storm hammering down on us, it was impossible to tell where they led.
“Head back to the path,” Saint commanded Kyan. “I’ll loop around the building and call Monroe to get his ass down by the dorms to look out for anyone heading back there. Blake, stay with Barbie and make sure no one gets near her.”
My gut plummeted at his words and I whipped around, realising we’d just left her inside alone with the fucking door open.
I charged back
