by Leia Thorne
She kisses Palmer delicately, sultry, the way only a girl can. Remi pushes Palmer’s knees apart, seating herself right up against Palmer’s cunt, pussy to pussy, on the edge of the island. Remi kisses a sexy trail from Palmer’s lips to her tits as her fingers glide their way up her thigh.
As I lean back against the sofa arm, I can hear Rush jerking his dick behind me. And as Remi inserts two fingers inside Palmer’s pussy, I send Emry a directive in my stern glare. “Go get a toy for the girls,” I tell him. He needs to be a part of this.
With a narrowed gaze, Emry pushes off the wall and storms toward the back bedroom. He returns with a double-sided dildo and lays it on the island. I nod my approval.
“Oh, that’s perfect, Ems,” Palmer says, her voice breathy as Remi fingers her with deft movements.
Remi glances back at me for a beat, a lusty smile in her gaze, before she places her palm against Palmer’s chest and eases her back against the countertop. I love that she derives her pleasure from my approval. Emry used to once before…but the tides have shifted. If Sawyer doesn’t conform back to her place, my little society might never be the same again.
I try not to think about the fallout as I watch Remi crawl over Palmer. She runs her hand down the seam of Palmer’s body as she lowers her mouth to her pussy, using her tongue to tease Palmer’s clit as her fingers seek inside once again.
Palmer’s throaty moans fill the penthouse, an erotic track, as her back arches off the counter.
Yes, I knew when I chose to take Sawyer in the bell tower that there would be some form of fallout. I was willing to accept that sacrifice at the time. I had wanted Sawyer so badly at any cost. But maybe with Remi’s help, I can set things right. I can have it all.
That’s what an elite god is intitle to, right?
Rush bounds off the sofa and stalks toward the island, getting closer to the girls so he can watch all the fine details. I send Emry another guarded look. “Don’t you want Palmer to know how much she turns you on?” I say to him.
Palmer lifts her head. “Emry, baby. I want you to touch yourself. Ah…” She thrusts her hips as Remi suckles her clit into her mouth.
After shooting me a lethal glare, Emry steps forward and unzips his slacks. He releases his hard cock. I smirk. He can loathe me and this society all he wants, but what he really loathes is himself. He’s every bit as turned on by the debauchery as every other man in this room. You can’t watch two girls fuck and not tent your pants.
Remi settles her pussy along Palmer’s thigh as she speeds her thrusts, her hand working faster to finger Palmer, to get her closer. Remi rubs up and down along Palm’s leg, grinding her clit for friction. I’m half tempted to jerk my cock right now, but I’m holding out. I want to come when she does.
I’ve only ever done so with Sawyer, I realize. My way of linking us together in a moment of bliss due to her denying me. At that thought, I loosen my belt and open my pants, letting my rock-hard cock hang out.
Remi peeks over at me and licks her lips, sending an arousing tremor through my whole body. Jesus, I’ve created a monster. A sex fiend. My dick jumps at the thought. Then she grabs the dildo and slips the head inside Palmer, and I swear, I might be falling a bit in love.
I don’t touch myself. I want to prolong this moment, come when Remi climaxes. I breathe in and out deeply, tantric exercises pushed at full capacity as I watch Remi mount Palmer and slide the other end of the dildo into her pussy.
“Oh, my god, yes,” Rush hisses out. “You dirty girls are so damn hot.” He yanks his cock hard, unable to slow his pace. He’s never mastered the control part. Always about immediate gratification.
Palmer pushes up onto her hands, arching her hips against Remi’s, as they push the toy deeper between each other. They sit mirrored, their hips undulating in perfect, elicit rhythm. A provocative sight that damn near strips my control.
As their moans mingle, becoming fiercer, Remi links her arm around Palmer’s shoulders and pulls her closer, driving the dildo even deeper. Their clits rub against each other, their legs wrapping them in the sexiest pose. Not even Emry can contain his arousal, and he palms his hand against the wall as he jerks his dick, releasing a hot stream of seaman on the floor.
Palmer throws her head back as Remi takes her nipple between her teeth, nibbling and sucking the hard bud. I can tell she’s close… Palmer’s cries rise as her hips thrust erotically to get her there.
And when she breaks, her moan deep and needy, Rush is right behind her. “Ah, fuck yeah. Ah… Fuck. Yeah.” Rush grabs his balls and grips his cock at the base. He comes hard, groaning out the last of his orgasm as come spits across the floor.
But Remi’s not done yet, and neither am I. My cock is hard and ready…waiting for her release. Her eyes land on me, and she says, “Don’t come.”
My body tightens at her command, my dick pulsing with need for relief. Remi dismounts from the toy and Palmer and stalks toward me with purpose. She grabs ahold if my shoulders and launches onto my lap, sinking down onto my cock and riding me in one effortless move.
Damn.
She rides me hard and fast, stealing my breath and every shred of my control. I grab her ass as I thrust inside her, meeting her each time she undulates to take me deeper.
I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, and I sink my teeth into her shoulder, my body trembling with restraint. She throws her head back in a beautiful and lusty show as she comes, and I barely have enough wits to pull out.
My cock throbs against her ass as I grind out my orgasm. “Oh fuck…”
Rush whistles. “Holy hell. Remi’s a fucking porn star now.”
I ease her off, letting her feet touch the floor, before I collect myself. Pulling up my slacks, I study Remi in a way I never have before. Is this the real girl, or is she trying to prove something to me after what transpired last night?
Honestly, who gives a fuck? Whatever’s gotten into her, thank you sex gods. “That was amazing,” I say to her, and kiss her forehead.
She beams up at me. “I know.” She starts toward the hallway.
I huff a laugh. As I glance around the room, the only person not impressed with Remi’s display is Emry.
Now that tensions have been released, putting mostly everyone at ease, it’s time to address the elephant in the room.
Palmer pokes the obvious issue. “Where’s Sawyer, Gage?” she asks. “Shouldn’t she be here for this meeting?”
I recline back against the wingback chair. “She’s busy,” is all I say.
Remi’s gaze darts toward me. Palmer gave her a T-shirt and jeans to wear, which is another obvious issue; Remi’s angst toward Sawyer and what happened between us.
One issue at a time.
Unsatisfied with my answer, Palmer noticeably pouts. “Fine. Then what happened last night after the video? You know, the one that suspiciously cuts off, alluding someone else was here that night?”
I glance around, taking in every face—every muscle tic and drawn expression. The only thing I know for sure is that I wasn’t that person, nor was Sawyer. If nothing else, the footage cleared us of that.
But what about the rest of the Broken Saints?
I sit forward and brace my elbows on my knees. “We talked,” I say, in response to Palmer’s question. “Sawyer and I both agreed that this situation should be handled delicately.”
“What does that mean?” Emry asks.
“It means we ignore it,” Rush speaks up.
“Exactly,” I say. “Brighton is a gossip haven. Rumors have always been spun around our elite society. It’s no different now.”
Palmer shakes her head. “It’s not the same, Gage. It’s not like Sadie walking into the locker room to see a gangbang. This is murder.” Her big brown eyes plead with me. “There are going to be cops, and oh my, god…how does Mrs. de Pont feel? This changes everything.”
She’s not wrong. But still… “That’s their job, Palm. They investigate, we deflect. Your only job right now is
to keep our secrets.” I crane an eyebrow. “Understood?”
She nods solemnly.
“Good. The rest will work itself out,” I say. “But we do not need to fuel the rumors. We’ve worked too hard at accomplishing our goals for senior year.” I’ve worked too hard.
Emry takes Palmer’s hand in his. “So in other words, you have no more answers than the clueless cops working the reopened case.”
My gaze narrows on him. “That’s not my job.”
“Yeah but…” Rush says, “don’t you want to know who did this? It was Lesley.” He hangs his head for a second. “Shit.”
Remi touches Palmer’s leg in a show of comfort. “Maybe we can do something, to show our commiseration and support.”
I tilt my head. “Like what?”
She shrugs. “Something to take the spotlight off that video. The bad publicity. She was a part of us…of you”—she amends—“so we should do something to convey our upset at this startling revelation, but also steer attention toward support for finding whoever this person of interest is.”
That’s not a bad idea. “The masquerade,” I say.
Palmer bounds up. “Oh! That’s perfect. Wait. I am invited this year, right?”
Tabatha de Pont’s very coveted, highly elite yearly charity function awards limited invites. Sawyer herself was anxious to ride my cock in the academy swimming pool just for a chance to be invited. Being included by Mrs. de Pont means you’ve been recognized. You’re an elite—top of the food chain.
“I’ll see what I can make happen,” I say. “In the meantime, why don’t you and Remi work together to come up with ideas, Palm.”
She nods, turning to discuss further with Emry. Rush is still unfocused, distant. I’ve never seen him so introverted, but maybe it’s to be expected, with how he felt about Lesley.
“I have crew practice,” Rush says, standing and heading toward the door. “Tiny dumb boats don’t row themselves to win championships.”
As he leaves, I lift my chin at Remi, requesting she come sit with me. She does so, and I pull her onto my lap. “What’s going on in that busy mind of yours?”
I actually want to know. None of the others are aware of what happened in the tower after we left the dance. We share this salacious secret. Remi could’ve abandoned me also, let her wounded feelings direct her—but she overcame that primitive part of herself. She saw Sawyer as a challenge, and instead of backing down from the threat, she stepped up. She used Sawyer’s feelings for Masters against her.
Pretty diabolical. Despite having to witness the despicable scene of Remi grinding on top of Masters, that is, it was truly awe inspiring.
Remi exhales a long breath. “Who played the video, Gage?”
A question that was brought up last night, but never given the attention it deserved.
I lay my hand on her thigh comfortingly. Whoever the perpetrator is, he or she used a particular segment of that video and looped it. The selection of that loop was meant to defame the two most notorious students at Brighton, shed a bright and unflattering light on me and Sawyer and the Broken Saints.
I shrug against the seat. “Possibly a jealous student,” I say.
Remi narrows her gaze in doubt. “So pointing a finger at Roland,” she says in a hushed tone, “was just…what? Anger?”
“I’ve had time to give it proper thought,” I say. “I doubt Masters is adept enough to pull off a stunt like that.”
She nods weakly. “Then how would a student have access to a surveillance video like that?”
“The how doesn’t interest me as much as the why,” I say. At her drawn expression, I add, “For the right price, any and all information can be bought. And there’s no shortage of money in this Valley.”
My gaze shifts to a withdrawn Emry banked next to Palmer on the sofa. After the ballsy exploit he pulled last night, he’s become my prime suspect. His selfish need to have Palmer all to himself may be the catalyst for him to try to dethrone me.
Last night, he told me about a letter in the academy hallway. Some secret missive that Sawyer, Masters, and Remi were privy to…and he’s to discover what that letter entails and deliver the information to me in exchange for his and Palmer’s removal from the Broken Saints and all future obligation.
But maybe he didn’t think I’d agree to his terms with just a promise of information. Maybe he initiated a backup plan, and went the distance to obtain the video footage and reveal it to the whole academy.
Whether he’s the culprit or not, regardless, Emry did raise an interesting notion. I sneak a glance at Remi. Just what was my little protégé doing conspiring with Masters and Sawyer? I’d like to think she was being a sneaky little double agent; gaining intel for her own advantage. Nothing would make me prouder.
But if that were the case, surely she would’ve used that material by now. Unless there isn’t anything to tell, other than the fact that Sawyer and Masters have become close. Which we all now know. In that case, Emry will have to come up with something quite inventive and impressive to win his freedom.
“What do you want?” I ask her suddenly. I like the element of surprise. It’s a window into the soul.
Remi’s eyes widen. “What do you mean? Right now?”
“Right whenever,” I say, pulling her closer to me. “What is Remi’s heart’s desire?”
She laughs, and I love the sound. She doesn’t laugh often enough. Then she considers my question seriously. “Honestly?” she asks.
I nod sagely.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m content.”
“Content is boring,” I say. “It’s a state of nothingness. An in-between limbo. Everybody wants at least one thing.” I’m speaking from the heart here. Just a moment ago, I was pleased that I felt content to have finally vanquished my conquest.
Fuck contentment.
There’s a top of a mountain to reach, and it starts right here with Remi.
She bites her lip, and that action tightens my pants. She drags her hand across my shoulder, stopping to play at the back of my neck, where she twirls her slender finger along my skin. “I liked the moment we were sharing last night,” she says, her voice soft. “Both of us wearing crowns, dancing in front of everyone but completely cocooned in our own world.”
Yes…I liked that moment, too. Right before the video tore that very important moment away. I was getting so close.
Remi chose me last night in the bell tower. She may have selected Sawyer during the initiation, but when pressed to elect one person to devote herself to fully, aside from the fun and games of the bet, she chose me. Her devotion won’t go unappreciated.
As I stare at her, I read between the lines of her statement. She wants what I’ve been offering to Sawyer for years—the chance to rule. That’s why she stayed last night. To prove to me that she’s worthy.
I touch her face, trace my thumb across her bottom lip. “You’re already my queen, Remi,” I say, easing closer to place a delicate kiss to her lips.
As I pull away, I glimpse a kernel of doubt in her eyes, but she blinks it away and smiles. I’m sure there is still a fresh wound to contend with; she did walk in to find me fucking Sawyer, after all. But I never professed fidelity to Remi. I made her aware of my beliefs when it comes to that, and I was honest with her. I’d sooner cut off my dick than commit it to one woman for a lifetime.
And to prove myself as her king, I slip my fingers between her thighs.
She releases a breathy exhale as my fingers glide upward to push against her clit. Her gaze meets mine with a sultry glint. She moves to straddle my lap, taking control, like a true queen.
“I promised my dad I’d help him with a project today,” she says, grinding her arousal against me, making me crave her all over again.
I crane an eyebrow. “And it’s a secret project?”
“Maybe…” She kisses me sweetly.
“Tease,” I say, nipping her earlobe. “Fine. But tomorrow, you’re all mine.”
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sp; We have much preparation to do.
The masquerade. Her birthday. The end of senior year.
From here on out, everything has to fall into place perfectly.
Where Lesley was weak, Remi will be strong. Where Lesley failed me, Remi will succeed. Come graduation, Remi will renounce herself before the society council and declare me her successor. And there won’t be a damn thing Tabatha de Pont can do about it.
Chapter 6
Remi
I grip the card Mrs. de Pont gave me in the Town Car between my fingers. There was a moment in the penthouse when I realized I could get the answers—and then a rush hit me. The overwhelming feeling of power, of seizing control.
It was so intoxicating that I mounted Gage right there, wanting to test that power.
With a deep, reinforcing breath, I dial the number in gold lettering before I can chicken out.
I’m seated at the counter in the diner, a soggy milkshake before me on the table. When she answers, I almost end the call out of reflex.
“Hello, Remi dear. What can I do for you?”
Of course she knows it’s my number. “Mrs. de Pont, I’m ready.” Make me a new person. “I want to accept the inheritance.” I fasten my eyes closed. No turning back.
There’s a pause on her end, then: “Very good. If you’re prepared now, I’ll send my driver to pick you up.”
I nod, then force myself to answer verbally. “I’m at the diner—” I look around, forgetting the name “—do you know where that is?”
“Of course,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “Marvin will be there to fetch you momentarily. See you soon.”
The line goes dead, and I set my phone on the table. I’m nervous. Scared. I’m not sure why… Who wouldn’t want a life-changing inheritance? This isn’t a bad thing. Only, if that’s true, why can’t I bring myself to tell my father? I feel like I’m betraying him in some way.
Then again, my whole life, he has kept this part of himself hidden. Isn’t that a betrayal? He led some mysterious alternate life I was never given access to. I don’t know; maybe an affluent lifestyle jaded him toward money—he and my mother never stressed over it the way some of my friends’ parents did. They just didn’t value it over what they felt was truly important in life.
