Defiant: A High School Bully Romance (Midpark High Book 2)

by Candace Wondrak

“I do wish,” he said, leaning around her to glance at me. “I bet Vaughn wishes it too, even if he won’t admit it.”

  I said nothing, though I did shrug my shoulders a bit. Jaz’s dark eyes lingered on me, a small smile tugging at those beautiful, luring lips. “How was your first dance, Vaughn?” she asked, her voice practically purred out as she leaned away from Dante and inched toward me.

  A low fire had ignited inside me earlier when we were dancing, and if I was honest, it never went out. Feeling her body rubbing against mine, feeling her drop down and drag her ass up along me gave me a thrill I never imagined I would have. Noting the glimmer in her stare now, I felt that heat growing yet again.

  “The only reason it was bearable was because I was with you,” I told her, meaning every word. Unlike some people, I did not say things for the hell of it; everything I said I meant with all of my heart…what little, black heart I had.

  Frankly, I’d never wanted to witness a high school dance, never wanted to go on a date with anyone or spend any time with the Midpark girls, but Jaz was different. Utterly, truly different in every way, and I could easily get high off the way she made me feel. Addicting was not a strong enough word to describe it.

  Jaz must’ve liked my answer, for in the next moment, she was leaning against me, resting her cheek on my shoulder, gazing at me like I was the moon to her night, her whole world.

  But if that was the case, what was Dante? Her fiery inferno of a sun?

  I never thought I would ever be in this position with a girl, let alone a girl who had more than one guy’s attention. I was not the only one who was in Jaz’s pocket, and I figured it would be like that for the rest of Jaz’s life. She was not the kind of girl who would never draw attention to herself; simply by being there, being who she was, she was bound to lure in more helpless, hopeless men.

  I didn’t want her to, though. When it came to her, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to push Dante out of the car and have her all to myself. It wasn’t wrong; my brothers would surely come to appreciate the fact that I was becoming more like them.

  At the same time, though, even some of my brothers had learned to share.

  Strangely enough, I would not be the only one in the family who was involved with a girl who had more than one lover. Hell, my father got around. He had his official wife, along with a bunch of mistresses. Most of my brothers were actually half-brothers, but that was beside the point. Anyone born into the family was a family member regardless. Most of my brothers were older than me, so I didn’t know them too well, but I’d come to know Stella pretty well.

  Stella was not a sister; she was brought in by my brother, Lincoln. Stella was with Lincoln, along with a man named Edward and another man named Killian. Edward had been adopted by the family years ago, but Killian had been a new addition a few years back, along with Stella. Both had to fight to show the family they belonged there, with us, doing what we did.

  So, no, sharing was not something I was unfamiliar with. I’d seen it firsthand, but I just never thought it would be me.

  Could I share Jaz? Could I really share her?

  I guess I was about to find out, because there was only one thing on Dante’s mind as his wild, blue gaze ate her up.

  “Even if you two are crazy,” Jaz started, running a hand down my chest and causing a heat to follow anywhere her hand went, “you’re my crazy.” She smiled against me. “What does that say about me?”

  Dante grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. “I hope that means you like it rough, princess,” he spoke with a smirk.

  Jaz kicked off her heels, flexing her toes beneath her dark tights. “It’s queen, actually. Not princess.”

  “My mistake,” he muttered, drawing a hand up her leg and bunching up her black dress to her thighs. Dante smirked at me, and I would bet any money he already had an erection hidden beneath the curve of her ass on his lap. “You don’t mind watching a bit, do you? I’m dying to make this queen squirm.”

  Though the limo was still moving, not yet parked somewhere quiet, I found myself leaning against the door beside me, giving Dante and Jaz more space. I nodded once. A slow, quick nod, but a nod all the same.

  It was all Dante needed. He practically tore the cheap leather jacket off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor of the limo. I supposed I could’ve gotten up and moved to one of the other seats nearby, let them have this entire row to themselves, but I found I could not move a muscle.

  I wanted to be close. I wanted to hear every sound that escaped her slender throat. I wanted to see the sweat glisten on her tan, smooth skin.

  “Careful,” Jaz murmured, talking about the crown as she was jostled on his lap.

  “Oh, don’t you worry,” he told her, “I’ll make sure that thing stays on top of that pretty little head of yours.” As he positioned her how he wanted—with his knees spreading her legs apart and bunching up her dress to her upper thighs—he lowered his mouth to her neck, giving her a nip with his teeth.

  Jaz practically turned to mush on his lap, sighing out a beautiful sound that made the heat gather someplace below the belt on me. I was getting hard again watching—though not from watching Dante. From watching her, from hearing her, from wishing I was there, holding her, touching her, doing all those things to make her swoon and give in.

  It was impossible to be in her presence and not want to throw all caution to the wayside, but I would remain strong. The back of a limo was not where I wanted to be with Jaz for the first time. Not here, and not with Dante present.

  No, I’d watch, let them have their fun, but as for me finding my salvation between those legs…

  It would not happen tonight.

  Dante’s greedy fingers pulled at the straps of her dress, shoving them off her shoulders. Jaz’s cheeks were already pink, her mouth open. He searched for a zipper on her dress, but there was none, so he let out a growl, desperate to have her chest freed from the confines of that fabric. With one more yank from him, her breasts spilled out, large and round, and he fit them in his hands soon after, kneading and grasping, his fingers pinching her nipples and making them hard. Making her squirm on his lap and cause him to moan.

  “God,” Dante whispered against her neck, “that ass drives me crazy.”

  Jaz turned her neck, and he responded by kissing her hard and fast, their mouths melding as he continued to massage her breasts. She ground her hips down, rocking her backside along his lap even though his knees were spread and held her legs apart. She didn’t have much in the way of a range of movement.

  One of his hands left her chest, inching down, stopping only when it arrived between the apex of her legs. Her dress was so far up, I could see she wore a black, lacy pair of panties under her tights, but Dante seemed to be impeded by neither. He began to rub small circles along her, forcing her to pull her mouth away from his and let out a moan that echoed in the back of the limo.

  Her sounds truly were something else. I could listen to them all day and all night on repeat.

  “Let’s give Vaughn something to watch,” Dante suggested, flicking those blue orbs at me before yanking down the tights on Jaz’s body, all the way to her knees. The next thing that came down was her underwear, exposing that sensitive place to me as he opened her legs up wide once more. He ran a single finger along her slit, letting out a sound that was almost like a growl. “So wet already.”

  I could only imagine how she felt, how slick that place was between her legs. My dick pressed against my pants, wanting to be freed, but I refused to make any moves, keeping my hands to my sides as I watched. Physical affection might come easily to some people, and others might just have years of practice like Dante—but me? I wouldn’t say I was insecure about my…abilities, but I was nowhere near as confident as I wanted to be.

  The hand still massaging her breast moved to her throat, cupping it firmly as his other hand worked on her cunt. A finger dipped down along her before rising back to her clit, pinching it before rubbing more circles and applyi
ng more pressure.

  Having his hand down there drove Jaz wild. I almost couldn’t recognize her with how crazed she looked, the half-lidded glint in her eyes one of pure hunger and lust. She wanted everything Dante was giving her, and I wondered if she acted the same way when she was alone with me.

  When Dante pushed a finger inside her, she nearly lost it. Her body tensed against the hand holding onto her neck, and her eyes slammed shut. A moan that could silence any crowd rose from her throat, and her head fell back on Dante’s chest as he pleasured her like a pro, using his hand to both pump into her and to rub her swollen mound.

  Soon enough she lost what little composure she had left. Pleasure ripped through her violently, and she trembled against his grip, a cry leaving her lips that was like music to my ears. My dick actually perked up even more hearing her cry out, listening to her orgasm.

  Jaz was downright beautiful, even as undone as she was, her skin glistening in sweat, her mouth panting and her bare chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Fucking amazing,” Dante murmured against her shoulder, though his eyes were on me. “Isn’t she?”

  All I could do was nod, because he was right. There was no arguing with him there, no disagreeing with his statement. Jaz was fucking amazing, and I knew right then I could never let her go. She would always be mine, even if she was technically ours.

  He withdrew his hand from her apex, pushing her along his knees after releasing her throat. A huge bulge sat in his pants, his cock straining to get out. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small square wrapping, which he tossed at me.

  “Hold that,” he said, working on getting his belt and pants undone.

  My eyes dropped to the wrapping for only a moment. A condom. Dante had come prepared, and it would seem Jaz was too hungry to feel him inside her to be her typical, usual sarcastic self and make a comment about it.

  “Lift up,” Dante instructed her, and she got off his lap enough that he could pull his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick and veiny, its tip bulbous and already dripping in precum. To me, he said, “Open it for me, will you, bud?”

  I was not in the habit of being called bud by anyone, nor was I the type of person who sat back and did as he was told when he was being spoken to by someone he did not like—but I was already in this. There was no turning back now. Outside, the driver had finally found us somewhere quiet and deserted in Midpark to park the vehicle, where we could continue this without having to worry about balancing as the car moved.

  Because I could do nothing but what Dante had said, I tore into the wrapper and pulled out the slick rubber, leaning forward to hand it to him. My own dick strained against my pants, but as badly as it wanted to get out, it would remain tucked away.

  Dante looked like a wild animal as he plucked the condom from me and rolled it onto his length. He reached forward to Jaz, who still crouched over his legs, and pulled her back, positioning her above his thick shaft before forcing her down, before forcing that body to take him in inch by inch until he filled her up entirely. When he pushed inside her, he grabbed hold of her arms, pulling them down and holding them straight.

  Jaz threw her head back, letting out a content sigh. Her back was to Dante, her long black hair a mess of sweaty tangles. When he rocked his hips under her, she began to move hers in sync, letting him set the pace.

  Watching her take his cock, watching Dante fuck her like a rabid animal…I thought I wouldn’t like it. I thought I’d hate it, feel nothing but jealousy inside. I thought I’d see it, watch only a moment before closing my eyes and turning away.

  But I was wrong.

  I found I could not look away, could not do anything other than watch and breathe. Being here, watching, it was like I was there, doing it to her myself. I could only imagine how good she felt around him, how she fit perfectly around his cock, her body taking everything in over and over in a mindless carnal display of passion and urgent need.

  Jaz’s breasts bounced with every thrust of Dante’s hips, truly a sight to behold. Her mouth was open, short, panting breaths escaping her as she lost herself to the moment. I could not fault her for it; I was just as lost in this as she was, and I wasn’t in the tangle of bodies nearby. I was only watching; I could not picture how it felt to be Dante, to finally have Jaz and know her in the most intimate way possible.

  Dante eventually released her arms, setting both hands on her hips as he forced her back. He was moving their positions, his cock not once leaving her cunt.

  It did not take me long to figure out where he was moving her to. The bastard brought her right in front of me, told her to place her hands on the seat around my legs—and she did. Though Dante had to bend his back a little, he resumed fucking her right in front of me, a smirk on his face, as if he thought he was winning this.

  This was no competition. There was no winning. Just because he was inside her right now did not mean anything. Someday very soon I would know what it felt to have her cunt wrapped around my dick.

  Jaz groaned as he fucked her from behind, her eyes locking with mine. Before I knew what she was doing, she was no longer holding the leather seat on either side of me; she pulled herself up, her fingers grasping the front of my suit jacket, pulling me toward her. I let her, because I was in no position to stop her from doing anything.

  When it came to Jaz, I was weak. So very weak. She was the only one in the entire world that could make me feel like this.

  When her lips collided with mine, I swore I could taste him on her. It was ridiculous, I knew, but still. Her lips were wet, her tongue needy. This was unlike any other embrace we’d had before; this was messy and sloppy, and yet ridiculously hot. Her mouth had the damnedest time staying attached to mine with how wild Dante was behind her, but somehow we managed.

  I tangled my fingers through her hair and held her face against mine, kissing her with everything I had. If ever there was a drug in the form of a person, it was Jaz. How else could I explain why my willpower was so weak when it came to her?

  Dante’s thrusting stopped, a loud groan coming from his chest. I pulled my mouth off hers to watch him yank himself out of her, the condom full of his seed. He fell onto the seat beside me, breathing hard. “Fuck me,” he muttered, his pupils dilated in what I could only call desire. Desire to keep going. Desire for more.

  “I believe I just did,” Jaz joked, earning herself a smirk from him. I released my hold on her, but she did not move away from me. Instead, she drew a hand along my jaw. “I don’t suppose you came prepared too?”

  “I want you alone for our first time,” I told her, meaning it. Alone, and somewhere I was more comfortable.

  Dante chuckled, slowly pulling the condom off his dick. “Well, we all know he likes to watch now. Who knew?”

  Who knew? Not me, certainly.

  Tonight was the night of letting go. Tonight I had not a care in the world. Tomorrow…well, tomorrow was a different story. Markus and I had to visit the hospital and get rid of a certain someone who didn’t deserve to continue breathing. Had to wait this long to make sure Markus’s contacts would be working that day, so we could walk in and walk out with no problems.

  I sat back, watching as Dante pulled Jaz back to him. He wasn’t done with her yet, apparently. He could keep going, though, I would soon see, his dick would not be going between her legs again. No, Dante had something else in mind for that beautiful mouth of hers.

  I watched, and I learned exactly how good Jaz was with that mouth.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight – Jaz

  I knew shit awaited me Monday when I went back to school, but I had no idea the absolute amount of shit there was. I figured the principal would call me down to his office and have a chat with me, maybe force me to talk to Brittany, make us hug it out or something stupid. Since I’d all but run from the dance after the confrontation, I knew something had to happen.

  Mom was absolutely giddy when she dropped me off at school that morning. Sh
e could not get over the fact that I’d won the title of winter queen. Hell, neither could I. Besides Brittany’s home movie attempt at embarrassing me, everything had gone on without a hitch.

  Me pushing her off the stage? Might’ve been a little much, but it wasn’t like I attacked her first. That bitch came at me.

  I walked into Midpark High Monday morning holding my head high, no longer shying away from the stares the other students gave me. If they wanted to take me on, they were free to. It did kind of seem like everyone who went against me eventually got their comeuppance, whether it was from me or someone else.

  As I headed to my locker, I heard voices talking about Ryan. I purposefully slowed myself down to try to overhear what they were saying. A group of girls, huddled together in front of a row of lockers, their heads bent as they whispered amongst themselves.

  “I hear they don’t know what happened. The nurses just came back and he was dead,” a rather short red-headed girl was busy saying. “Mom said they tried to resuscitate him, but it was too late.”

  “Wow, I can’t believe that,” one of her friends said, shaking her head.

  I picked up my pace, walking past them to reach my locker, doing the combination while lost in my own head.

  Ryan was dead. Hard to feel bad about it. The bastard kind of got what was coming to him.

  Don’t get me wrong, I knew murder was bad, but…it was hard to see the side of the law when I knew he and his friends would’ve been gleeful to force themselves upon me.

  As I shoved my bag into the locker, I wondered if Dante finished it off, or if it was Vaughn.

  Vaughn had refused to be with me the night of the dance, assuring me he just wanted to be alone with me first. Maybe that was true. Who could say? Vaughn wasn’t exactly normal.

  Doing it in the limo with Dante while Vaughn had watched was…not a moment I was super proud of, but it was also something I wouldn’t take back. I’d been so high off what happened at the dance, thrilled at getting the crown and upsetting Brittany, that I’d needed a release. Dante had been more than happy to give me that release, although I did wonder if he thought we were a thing now.