Rescue Me: Dark High School Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Sapphire Bay High Book 2)

by Naomi Martin

  I rake my nails down his back, making him hiss. He grabs my hands and pins them against the arm of the couch, above my head, driving his cock into me even harder, our grunts and groans punctuated by the steady slapping of our flesh.

  I feel Lucas’ cock swelling inside of me, pressing against my inner walls, bringing me to the precipice. He’s so deep inside of me, the feeling so intense that my eyes roll back in my head and I let out a cry that sounds more animal than human as I topple over the edge, tumbling into a chasm of bliss.

  Lucas groans through clenched teeth and he bursts, his warm, thick seed shooting into me, filling me up. We both breathe heavily, clinging to one another as we tremble and stare into one another’s eyes. He gives me a smile that shakes as badly as my own. I feel him inside of me, his staff still pulsing, and I squeeze him with my inner muscles, milking every last drop of cum from his body.

  I have to admit, Lucas is the last one of the three I would have thought would be this forceful and demanding with me. He’s always so quiet, almost timid around me at times. But now, he’s so commanding. To be honest, it’s a total turn on and my entire body is a live wire, reacting to his every touch.

  Lucas pulls back and lets me take my legs off his shoulder. I lay down on my side, relishing the feel of his slick, warm cum on my inner thighs. He lays down so that he’s facing me, casually laying his hand on my hip and tracing lazy circles on my skin with the tip of his finger. I shudder and giggle as his gentle touch tickles me.

  We stare into each other’s eyes, the moment quiet and intimate, and I can feel the bond between us growing.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

  The smile that crosses my face is wide and wolfish. “I guess it’s true.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You do need to watch out for the quiet ones.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  I turn to see Xavier standing right behind me, giving me a start. Pressing my hand over my chest, I laugh nervously.

  “Jesus, Xavier,” I say. “Way to sneak up on a girl.”

  He grins. “Sorry about that. But, seriously, are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

  “Oh, I heard about last night.”

  I feel a flutter in my belly as my mind immediately turns to Lucas and everything we did together last night. He spent the night, and left early in the morning after I swore him to secrecy about us having sex. He agreed and I want to believe he didn’t break his promise to me.

  “Wh-what are you talking about?” I ask.

  Xavier looks at me curiously for a moment. “You thought somebody was in your house? Katie’s dad coming over to check it out for you?”

  The relief that washes over me is profound. Lucas didn’t break his promise to me after all. Thank God.

  “Oh, right. Yeah.” I laugh a little nervously. “I was just freaking myself out, I guess. Jumping at shadows, you know? How did you hear about it?”

  “Did you forget that my dad’s a deputy? Works with Katie’s dad?”

  “Oh. Yeah, I guess I forgot.”

  Xavier purses his lips, looking at me like he doesn’t believe me. With good reason, obviously. But I don’t want him to know I slept with Lucas. Or Ryan. Nor do I want Lucas or Ryan to know I slept with the both of them. I fear it would make things complicated. Way too complicated. At least for now.

  “What aren’t you telling me?” he asks.

  “Nothing. It wasn’t anything to freak out about. I thought I heard somebody in the house,” I explain. “Turns out I left a window open in my room and was just freaking out about the house settling. Seriously, it was nothing—I actually felt kind of stupid about it all.”

  “I still feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

  I laugh. “You are persistent, aren’t you?”

  “Relentless.”

  Knowing just how true that is, I cringe. I have to tell him something. If I don’t, he’ll keep digging around. I swear, Xavier can be like a dog with a bone. I lead him away from the lockers and to a bench outside in the quad, where I take a seat. He sits down beside me and waits for me to speak. So, like I did with Lucas, I tell him about everything that happened and what’s had me so spooked lately. I also share the current theory about who could be behind it all.

  “That’s some shit,” he says. “You really think it’s her?”

  I shake my head. “I have no idea. It makes sense, though. I can see her wanting to screw with me like that.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  We sit in silence for a couple of minutes and I can see that he’s concerned for me, which is sweet. It’s then I realize just how lucky I am to be cared about by three really good guys. Some girls aren’t lucky enough to have even one good guy in their life. But three? It’s an embarrassment of riches. It really is.

  “I want to know if it’s Renee screwing with you,” Xavier states.

  “What are you going to do, walk up and ask her?”

  He flashes me a mischievous grin. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

  His gaze shifts beyond me and when I turn, I see Renee gliding across the quad. Her minions peel off and head into the science building as she continues on, heading for the language arts compound.

  Before I can tell him it’s a bad idea, Xavier is on his feet, making a beeline straight for her. I run to catch up and he lets out a devious sounding chuckle. I grab his arm and try to pull it away, but he basically drags me along with him—which makes him laugh harder. The bastard.

  “Hey, Renee,” he calls.

  The leggy brunette turns and the smile on her face vanishes instantly the moment she lays eyes on me. Xavier steps up to her and I hang back a bit behind him, not really wanting to be part of this.

  “What do you want, peons?” Her tone is haughty.

  “I just want to know why you’re screwing with Tatum,” he demands.

  The look of arrogance blended with disdain is quintessential Renee. It’s an expression so entirely natural to her, I’d swear she crawled out of the womb with it on her face.

  “What are you talking about?” she asks.

  Xavier arches an eyebrow at her. “The phone calls? Chasing her down the street? Breaking into her place? Any of that ringing a bell?”

  “Actually, it’s not,” she replies.

  Xavier’s expression is one of pure skepticism. “Right. You’ve had it in for her from day one—”

  “Just because I hate her guts doesn’t mean I’m doing anything you just said. It’s not like I go home every night and obsess over ways to mess with her. I don’t think about her all that much,” she says. “Besides, if I wanted to screw with her, I’d be sure to do it in front of people. Public humiliation is more my style.”

  I can’t argue with that logic. That really is her style. And when Xavier turns to me, I can see in his eyes that he thinks so, too. Renee scoffs, giving me a snooty look.

  “Get over yourself, Tatum. You’re not all that, regardless of what the Three Stooges here are telling you.”

  With that, she saunters off, chin up, head held high like she’s royalty or something. Xavier turns back to me with a chagrined expression on his face.

  “Well, I guess there goes that idea,” he says.

  It’s possible that she’s lying to me, but I don’t think so. Not only did her explanation make sense, her words had the ring of truth to them. Which brings me back to square one—if not Renee, then who? Who is calling me? Who is watching me? Who was in my house? Those are questions I still don’t have an answer to, and that lack of knowing anything sends a wave of fear rolling through me.

  “You okay?” he asks gently.

  I nod. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  “You don’t really look it.”

  “Gee, thanks.” My tone is wry, my smile sarcastic.

  He grins at me. “That’s not what I meant and you know
it.”

  “I know.”

  We both fall silent for a moment and I feel the cold tendrils of unease wrapping themselves around my heart, squeezing me tight. Xavier seems to pick up on my feelings and his face darkens. Maybe he’s wondering the same thing I am. And it seems to concern him.

  “Your dad still out of town?”

  I nod. “Yeah, he’s supposed to be back tomorrow night.”

  “Okay, then I’m going to come over tonight,” he announces.

  “Oh, you are, are you?” I laugh softly.

  “I am. I’ll make you dinner and then I’ll crash on your couch.”

  I smile broadly. “A bit presumptuous, aren’t you? I mean, what if I have a date or somebody else coming over?”

  “Then we’ll make a party of it.”

  “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

  He nods. “Yes, I do.”

  “Okay, fine,” I agree. “I’ll allow you to come over tonight.”

  “Great. I’ll see you tonight, then.”

  “Can’t wait.”

  * * * * *

  “Wow. That was incredible,” I say, genuinely impressed.

  “Just a little something I whipped together,” he replies. “With a little more time, you should see what I can do.”

  “We may have to do that,” I say. “Why didn’t this come up on our date?”

  “I dunno. It just never came up.” He smiles and arches an eyebrow. “So, does that give me the inside track in this contest?”

  “It means I enjoy a home-cooked meal.” I grin. “Speaking of which, where did you learn to cook like this?”

  “I love cooking, so I’ve picked things up here and there.”

  “Well, I am really impressed.”

  “Thanks,” he says. “I’m pretty passionate about it. I plan on making this my future.”

  “A future in cooking? What about football?”

  A frown crosses his face. “I have to be realistic. I’m only being recruited by a few small schools—no D-I scholarships for me.”

  “But you’re one of the best players at school.”

  He gives me a crooked grin. “It’s a case of being a big fish in a small pond, I’m afraid.”

  “So, you’re going to culinary school?”

  “Yeah, why not?”

  “Oh, nothing. I think it’s great. Honestly. It’s surprising, is all. But I’m really impressed,” I repeat. “And if this meal is any indication, you’ve got a lot of talent.”

  He arches an eyebrow at me and smiles. Xavier picks up some of his dishes and carries them to the sink, then turns around and leans against the counter next to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to him, giving me a gentle squeeze and kisses the crown of my head.

  “Hey, would you mind if I took a shower?” he asks.

  “Of course. Mi casa es su casa.”

  He kisses the top of my head again and walks up upstairs. When I hear the water running, I start stacking dishes in the dishwasher and cleaning up. My mind, though, strays to thoughts of Xavier.

  As I think about him, I feel that familiar, pleasant warmth spreading through me, bringing a smile to my lips and putting a flutter in my belly. More than that, it lights the fire between my legs that quickly starts to burn hot. I can’t believe, after having Lucas last night, that I’m even thinking about having sex with another guy—and here I am, all the same, my mind consumed by thoughts of what Xavier looks like naked.

  I purse my lips, my mind running in a thousand different directions, my desire running as hot as my pussy. I put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher then walk upstairs and pause outside the bathroom door with my hand on the knob. My heart is thundering inside of me and I lick my dry lips nervously. I draw in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, then turn the knob and push the door inward.

  A thick cloud of steam rolls out, enveloping me completely. I take off my top and my pants quickly follow. A moment later, I’m standing naked in the thick humidity, my stomach churning and the insides of my thighs already slick with my juices.

  Xavier sings to himself, his voice quiet, completely unaware of my presence. I take one last breath and exhale quietly before I move to the walk-in shower and peer around the corner. He’s standing with his back to me and I watch for a moment as his muscles ripple beneath his skin. His body is taut and toned, all hard angles and planes with corded muscle stacked atop corded muscle. He’s simply breathtaking to behold. A Greek god carved straight out of a block of marble.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this, but the need rising inside of me is overwhelming. Summoning up all of my courage, I step into the shower and slip up behind him. He gives a start and tries to turn around when I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and kiss his shoulders. Reaching down, I grab hold of his dick and squeeze it, stroking my hand up and down his shaft. I smile as I feel him growing stiff in my grip.

  “What are you doing, Tatum?” His whispered voice echoes off the tile of the shower.

  “Well, at the moment, I’d say I’m jerking you off,” I purr.

  His laugh is low and throaty, as is the gasp that follows when I squeeze his shaft hard. Xavier leans back against me and lets me stroke his thick cock, his body tensing.

  “That feels incredible,” he murmurs.

  With my other hand, I squeeze his balls while I pump my fist up and down the length of him, the fire burning between my legs now uncontrollable.

  “It most certainly does,” I reply.

  Xavier turns around and presses me up against the wall, his strong body crushing me pleasantly. The warm water rains down over us, thick clouds of steam enveloping our bodies. His lips are pressed hard against mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in a kiss that is powerful in its want. He runs his hands up and down my wet, naked body, cupping and squeezing my ass, kneading my breasts, our moans and soft cries filling the shower as thickly as the steam.

  Xavier takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking on it with an urgency born of a desperate need to consume me. Holding me against the wall, he slips down to his knees and puts one of my legs up over his shoulder. His gaze locked upon mine, he leans forward, and the moment his tongue hits my clit, I cry out. Reaching down, I grip his hair, pulling on it as he laps eagerly at my sex.

  He pushes his tongue past lips that are wet and swollen, using it to probe my innermost depths. He moans like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and I grind myself down against his mouth. We move in unison, his mouth on me, alternately sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue.

  I push his head into me, grinding myself harder against his mouth. Xavier laps at me in a frenzy, nipping at my clit with his teeth. And when he plunges two fingers deep into my opening, I press my head back against the wall and cry out, my grip on his hair tightening. My entire body shakes violently, and my orgasm hits me so hard, I feel like I can’t breathe.

  “Holy fuck, Xavier,” I stammer.

  He gets to his feet and kisses me hard, his tongue dashing against mine. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on even more. I start to slide down to my knees, but he stops me.

  “I’ve wanted this forever, Tatum. I’ve wanted you and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

  As if I weigh nothing at all, he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he steps forward, pinning me to the wall as his rigid staff pierces my molten core. My scream of ecstasy is lost in his mouth as he kisses me hard, nearly taking my breath away.

  I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he starts to roll his hips, moving himself inside of me. He moves slowly, letting me relish every inch of that glorious cock sliding along my inner walls. Xavier looks into my eyes, his movements are gentle and slow—and all the more powerful for it. I can see this isn’t just fucking for him. This is something far more. There’s an emotional connection being forged through the physical act of having him inside of me.

  I lean forward and kiss
his neck, bite his ear, savoring the taste of his skin and the feel of his cock. Our bodies move and rock in unison, our every movement, every sound seeming to be in sync with each other. And all the while, Xavier holds me up, his eyes burning into mine.

  Reaching behind me, I flip the handle, cutting off the water. He puts me down and I take his hand, leading him from the bathroom to my bedroom. Standing beside my bed, Xavier kisses me, his lips on fire with the passion he feels for me. I return it, putting my own intensity into my kiss, hoping he understands how I feel about him without cheapening the moment with words.

  Our bodies are still wet; the moonlight slanting in through the window glistens off the drops of water that dot his body. Gently, he lays me down on the bed and rolls me onto my side. Then, Xavier crawls in beside me, putting his chest to my back as if he needs to be physically connected to me at all times.

  He wraps his arm around my waist and I nestle myself against him, pressing my ass against his rigid staff. Raising my leg slightly, Xavier enters me from behind. He kisses my neck and bites my shoulder gently as he starts to rock, moving his cock in and out of my dripping wet opening.

  His movements within me are slow and gentle. He cups my breasts and kisses my neck, sliding his tongue down to my collarbone. It sets off an intense explosion of sensation inside of me.

  I feel his body tense and his breath catches in his throat. He slows his movements even more, plunging himself deeper into me. His breath is shallow and ragged—I can tell he’s close, but is trying to hold back. I squeeze him with my inner muscles and he loses his rhythm. He gasps and accidentally squeezes my breast so hard I yelp.

  “I’m sorry,” he says.

  “It’s okay. Cum for me, Xavier.”

  “Not yet. I’m not ready—”

  He slides himself into me one last time and I squeeze him as hard as I can, tightening my pussy around his shaft. Xavier cries out and erupts, his thick load shooting into me. The feel of his warmth inside of me touches off a warm wave of sensation and I press my body back against his hard, toned chest, gripped by an orgasm that drives the breath from my lungs.