The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play Book 3)

by B. B. Reid

  “A little,” she whimpered. Still wearing those sexy strappy heels, she lifted her feet onto the desk before letting her legs fall open. Goddamn. “But I want you to fuck me anyway.”

  “I was planning on it.”

  We kissed as I fucked her with my fingers, and occasionally, we’d both look over and watch Four’s lips sink further and further around Ever. His lips were parted in awe as he watched her with his hand gripping her ponytail to guide her. The hungry little moans she made told me she was enjoying it just as much.

  “Mark my words,” I growled as my thumb ruthlessly circled her clit. “I’ll be fucking every single one of your holes this summer.”

  “Oh, my God!” Bee shouted at my words. “I’m going to come. Please, make me come.” She rolled her hips, pushing and shoving, racing to the finish.

  I almost came in my pants watching her. Seconds later, I felt her pussy tighten and pulse around my fingers.

  As she lay flat on her back panting, my hands were ripping at my belt, and then I was shoving my pants down, freeing my cock. Just as I pulled Bee off the desk and bent her over it, Ever was there laying Four on her back. Due to our positions, Bee’s lips were hovering dangerously close to Four’s swollen mouth, but neither of them seemed to notice. The heels Bee wore gave her the perfect height for my cock to find her entrance. Remembering that just last night, she was a virgin, I went slow as I filled her up.

  Both girls let out a long moan as Ever and I stuffed them full of cock.

  Leaning down, I began whispering in Bee’s ear. “Such a naughty girl,” I teased. “Group sex already when this is only your second time getting fucked.” She gasped since I’d punctuated my sentence by slamming my hips into hers. “What will your father think?”

  I didn’t give her the chance to respond before I gripped her neck and shoved into her over and over. Four’s cries were just as desperate as Bee’s as Ever drove into her from the other end of the desk. He pushed, and I’d shoved, sending the desk scraping back and forth across the floor.

  Pulling on Bee’s hair, I lifted her head until she had no choice but to watch Four and Ever. “Do you see how good he’s giving it to her?” I whispered in her ear. “Do you see how much she loves it?”

  “Yes.” She gasped, pushing back onto my cock.

  “He’s lost control, baby. He needs her to know that she’s the only one… and he wants you to see.”

  “God… yes,” she cried out as I pounded her harder. “I see! I see!”

  Tugging harder on her hair, I removed her gaze from them and bared her neck to me. “Then tell me who you belong to?”

  “You,” she whimpered.

  I rewarded her with a kiss on the lips. “Good girl. Now tell him. Tell them.”

  When she hesitated, I started to withdraw. I was playing for keeps or nothing at all.

  “I’m Jamie’s, and I only want Jamie!” she rushed to say.

  With a smirk, I smoothly slid back inside, even though pride made me want to beat my chest and howl at the moon.

  Ever didn’t miss a beat as he kissed Four. “And I’m yours,” he whispered against her lips. They kissed hungrily for a few seconds before he pulled away. Unfortunately, Four started to come just as I heard footsteps down the hall. We were seconds away from getting caught, and Ever seemed oblivious as he closed his eyes and enjoyed her pussy tightening around him. I was ready to slap my hand over her mouth to shut her up when Bee intervened.

  I was in danger of spilling inside her unprotected body for a second time when she leaned down and covered Four’s lips with her own. Four’s cries were muffled just as the person stopped outside the door. Ever’s eyes were open now, his shocked gaze flying from Four and Bee kissing hungrily to me. He looked ready to say something, to stop them when one of the door handles jiggled.

  I was just grateful he’d taken the time to lock the doors and draw the shade. I could only imagine the eyeful the intruder would have gotten if they’d walked in.

  After a few seconds, Ever and I listened as the person walked away. I just prayed that it wasn’t to find keys.

  “They’re gone,” I whispered and then groaned when Four and Bee continued to kiss. They didn’t seem to notice anything around them as they enjoyed each other’s lips. As hot it was, I couldn’t help the jealousy streaking through me. Bee was mine, and I wasn’t about to share her with anyone. Male or female. “Baby, stop.”

  I pulled her way from Four, and the greedy little sound Bee made in protest almost made me cave. Turning her around, I sat her on the desk and gripped her neck. “We’ll discuss this later,” I said as I slid back inside her. The rest of the world faded away as I drowned myself in her. When she came, I immediately pulled out of her, grunting as I spilled myself on her thigh. Last night, I hadn’t realized how much was at stake when I selfishly went against her wishes. I couldn’t do that to her again.

  The last to come, the rocking desk came to a halt as Ever spilled himself inside of Four. I just hoped she was on birth control.

  The only sound in the room moments later was our heavy breathing. Catching my breath, I walked over to the small sink in the corner and wet a few paper towels, handing some to Ever when I returned to the desk.

  “Thanks,” he said before he began cleaning between Four’s legs. I quickly averted my gaze when I got a glimpse of her pussy. That was a memory that wouldn’t be leaving me any time soon.

  Sighing, I began cleaning my cum from Bee’s thighs while she laid on her back next to Four with her eyes closed. Once finished, I righted her dress before fixing my own clothes and then helped Bee from the desk while Ever did the same for Four.

  “Well, this was fun,” I drawled, sarcasm dripping from each word. “Why don’t we make it a weekly thing? I’m good for Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

  While Four had trouble meeting anyone’s gaze, Ever sighed. He already seemed resigned to living with the huge fuck up we’d just made. I would never be able to look at Four again without seeing the way her tits bounced while my cousin was driving into her. I didn’t even want to know how much he’d seen of Bee. I’d probably carve his eyes from his skull.

  Needless to say, we wouldn’t be getting together for Naked Twister anytime soon.

  “We should get back,” Ever mumbled. “What time does the ceremony start?”

  Glancing at my watch, I winced. “An hour ago.”

  We quickly rushed for the door. As soon as we stepped into the quiet hall, however, we each froze, seeing who awaited us. None of us had time to react, least of all me, before Elliot stepped forward, his expression filled with rage, and backhanded his daughter.

  Summer… Five Years Ago

  I STEPPED OFF THE TRAIN and took a deep breath. It had been terrifying riding alone from Boston, but I’d had no choice. Clutched in my fist was the last letter Bee had sent me. Like always, I’d responded immediately, but almost a month had gone by and… nothing.

  What was going on?

  I’d kept the promise I made her a year ago and came back to Blackwood Keep. Our second summer together was even more amazing than the first because this time, there’d been no pretending to hate each other. Leaving her for a second time, however, was even harder. I’d even gone so far as to try to convince my parents to leave Boston. Whenever I brought it up, my dad would simply chuckle around his eighth or eighteenth smoke for the day while my mom would offer me a gentle smile. They both knew my reason for wanting to move.

  I was in love at fourteen, and I didn’t care who knew it.

  Or maybe I did?

  I still hadn’t asked Bee to be my girlfriend, not officially or anything. Maybe that’s why she stopped writing me? Was she tired of waiting for me to ask?

  My hands shook at the thought of finally asking her. What if she said no? What if she still secretly liked Ever?

  The wind blew, so I zipped my hoodie up. It was the first day of fall—the official end of summer. Sadness whipped through me, chilling my bones like that gust of wind. R
ecalling the words in the poem Bee had given me before I left, I realized why. Bee had changed the meaning of summer for me, too, and whenever it ended, she somehow felt farther away.

  Since I’d hopped a train to find Bee without my parents’ knowledge or permission, there was no one waiting for me when I arrived in Blackwood Keep. School would be over in a couple of hours, so I didn’t think twice before starting the trek to Bee.

  Underestimating how long it would take to walk five miles, I reached her school with less than five minutes to spare. I walked through the doors as if I belonged and beelined to the nearest water fountain and drank my fill. I was sweating everywhere, and my feet ached, but I still wandered the halls in search of Mrs. Newman’s class. In Bee’s last letter, she’d written to me about her teachers and how her writing teacher was her favorite and last class of the day.

  I was still searching when the bell rang. Moments later, several doors opened, and kids spilled out of them. None of them paid me any mind as they rushed past me. Eager to start the weekend, it didn’t take long for the hall to empty.

  Still no Bee.

  Giving up, I pressed my back against the wall and stared at the white tiled floor. I wasn’t sure how long I stood there before the door right in front of me opened, and a girl stepped into the hall. The first thing I noticed was the mint-colored ankle boots with a dark-brown heel. Her long, slim legs were covered in white floral tights, and I almost laughed knowing how much Bee would hate them. Whenever her mom forced her into them, she’d say they itched liked hell.

  Dismissing the girl without checking out the rest of her, I straightened only to find that it was Bee all along. My heart started to pound as surprise, confusion, and joy rushed through me. I barely noticed the blank stare she gave me in return. Suddenly, I realized there was only a couple of feet separating us now rather than a couple of hundred miles. I rushed across the hall and swooped her up in my arms.

  “You’re okay,” I said more to myself than to her. I’d begun to fear the worst. “Why didn’t you write me back?” When she said nothing, I set her down, worried that I held her too tight. I couldn’t help myself. I thought I might never get the chance again.

  The second her feet touched the ground, I stumbled back. I stared at Bee in shock as her worried gaze searched the hall. We were completely alone.

  And she’d shoved me.

  “Bee?”

  “My name is Barbette.” She started to walk away, but then she paused. “I hope you find who you’re looking for.” Was that regret in her tone? What the hell was going on?

  I watched her walk—no, strut—away in those heels. When the hell had she learned to walk in those? And what the hell did she mean?

  She was the one I wanted. She was the reason I’d come all this way and risked being grounded for the rest of my life. After this stunt, my parents probably wouldn’t even let me come back next summer. I had told myself it would all be worth it. Of course, I’d called Ever first. All he would ever tell me was that she was fine, so the moment he hesitated to tell me more, I knew something was up.

  Finally getting my feet to move, I followed after her. She obviously hadn’t been paying attention if she thought I’d let her go that easily. I burst through the front doors of the school, ignoring the curious glances I got and searched the parking lot. A few feet away, I could see Barbette heading straight for a black Escalade. Why hadn’t she ridden her bike to school? An expressionless man dressed in a black suit stood at the open back door. I reached her before she could reach him.

  “Bee, stop. Wait,” I pleaded as I grabbed her hand.

  Turning her around, I shoved my fingers through the strawberry locks that had grown out, messing up her perfect curls. It wasn’t my first time seeing her hair like this, but she never lasted more than an hour out of her mother’s sight before shoving her hair underneath her favorite red baseball cap. At a loss, I pressed my forehead to hers. I’d grown a little faster than her in the year since I met Bee, but in those heels she had on, we were the same height.

  “Please, talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong.”

  I inhaled her scent, fearing it was the last time I’d hold her this close, but she no longer smelled the same—like the sun and the grass and the rain. I nearly choked on the heavy perfume soaking her skin.

  “Please, let me go.” Her voice trembled, making me hold her tighter instead.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to be my girlfriend before. I was afraid you’d say no. I was afraid, but I’m not anymore.” Lifting my head, I met her tearful gaze.

  “Jamie,” she gasped.

  Relief flooded my chest at hearing my name on her lips. For a second, I thought she’d forgotten me. Just as quickly, she ruined my hope.

  “Please don’t ask me.”

  I couldn’t help my frown. “Why?” I growled.

  “Because I can’t,” she said, taking a step away from me. Seeing me follow, she gave up retreating. Glancing over her shoulder at the man waiting, I could see the agony in her eyes when she turned back to me. “I don’t want to be yours.”

  She didn’t give me the chance to call her on her shit before turning away. The hem of the light-brown dress she wore twirled in a perfect circle before settling around her long legs once more. Every step she took seemed designed to entice. To captivate.

  My lips curled. I hated everything about her at that moment.

  Trapped inside that plastic shell was the girl I’d fallen in love with, and one way or another, I was getting her back.

  Charging forward, my hands shoved into her back, sending her forward.

  I heard her startled cry just before she fell onto the concrete, landing on her hands and knees. Instantly regretting it, I rushed forward to help her up, not waiting to see if it had worked—if she would get back up and fight me.

  A thousand apologies waited to spill from my heart onto my lips, but the man who’d been waiting for her got to her first. I watched as he helped a crying Bee to her feet and then ushered her into the SUV. The man didn’t bother looking my way when he shut the door and rounded the hood. Moments later, I was plagued with a foreign sensation—the feel of a tear slipping from my eye as I watched them go.

  I wiped it away, but if I had known the worst was yet to come, I wouldn’t have bothered.

  Our fight was witnessed by a teacher who, when realizing I wasn’t a student, called the police. The police called my parents, and my parents called my aunt and uncle. By the time my uncle picked me up to bring me to his home, the Montgomery’s were there waiting. Not only had Bee told her father that I had pushed her, but her hands and knees were scraped in the fall, too. He threatened to press charges if I didn’t stay away from his precious daughter.

  He hadn’t needed to.

  Even if I could get past my anger, I could never get past the pain.

  Bee and I were done.

  Present

  THE RAGE ON MY FATHER’S face when I stepped out of the science lab with Jamie was one I was familiar with. I’d seen it many times when I wouldn’t comply or give up my childish hopes and dreams. I could still remember the words he spewed and the threat behind them the last time he’d beat me.

  “You have a duty to this family, and you’ll do what must be done. Won’t you?”

  The backhanded blow my father dealt, the first in almost two years, knocked me off my feet and sent me skidding across the floor. “Whore,” I heard him hiss.

  He didn’t get the chance to say more. As Four helped me to my feet, Jamie pounced, wrapping his hands around my father’s neck. He drove him into the cluttered bulletin board hanging on the wall before squeezing his hands tighter.

  “You seem to have lost your fucking mind.”

  Jamie’s voice was calm. Too calm. The quiet before the storm.

  “She’s my daughter!” my father choked out. “I’ll deal with her as I damn well please.”

  “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You won’t be touching her, seeing her, or speaking
to her ever again.”

  “Unhand me!” my father screamed. “You think you can take care of her? You’re nothing but a fucking punk!”

  “Actually, I can.” Jamie leaned forward and began whispering in my father’s ear. I knew the moment my father’s eyes bulged with fear and regret that it was the same thing Jamie had told me last night. He’d been the key to my father’s treasure chest all along. “Because you’re my future father-in-law, I was willing to throw you a bone. That’s dead now, so mark my words. Your daughter was mine the moment I set eyes on her six years ago. Unfortunately for you and your pet cougar, I won’t have to pay a dime to prove it.”

  I was grateful when Jamie let him go—not for my father’s sake but for his own. I stood perfectly still as Jamie rushed to my side. Inspecting my face, his jaw clenched at what I was sure was my father’s handprint. Kissing my lips, he pulled me close. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered as if he’d been the one to strike me.

  “It’s not your fault.” I was about to mention how I was used to it when I stopped myself. It was a disgusting thing to admit. No one should be used to being abused.

  “When we get out of here, I’m going to feed you and fuck you slowly—in that order.” His nostrils flared as he pinned me with his gaze. “And then you’re going to tell me how many times he’s done that to you.”

  I gulped.

  Jamie had refrained from killing my father, making me think I’d underestimated his ability to think rationally, but I wondered if that would remain the case after I told him everything.

  “Don’t even think about lying to me, Barbette.”

  His nostrils flared, so I cupped his cheek, feeling his warmth and drawing his strength. At that moment, I knew I trusted Jamie more than anyone. I was just sorry it took me this long to realize it. “Never again.”

  He looked skeptical for a moment before nodding and turning to Four and Ever. “Make sure this piece of shit doesn’t follow us.”