Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series

by Callie Rose

  Epilogue

  It’s the sunrise that wakes me up.

  I think my body can sense that our vacation is about to come to an end, but instead of letting me sleep in like a normal high school graduate in her last weeks of summer break, it wakes me up early, demanding I not waste any of these last few precious days on something as trivial as sleep.

  Who needs it anyway?

  I managed to make it to graduation with my GPA mostly intact, and if there were still a few low B’s floating around on my transcript, it certainly didn’t make Mom or Hunter cheer any less loudly for me when Principal Osterhaut announced my name. And I still got into the same university as the guys, which was the only thing I was really concerned about.

  Hunter met all of them when she came out to celebrate my graduation, just after walking in her own ceremony in Bayard a week earlier. She teased the fuck out of me for being, as she put it, “a badass bitch with four smokin’ hot boyfriends”, but she gave them all her best friend stamp of approval. Which is a good thing, because neither of us were kidding about our plan—she’ll be going to the same school as the five of us in the fall.

  We’ll start college soon, which feels fucking weird to say. But before we tackle that mountain, the guys and I decided to have one last little hurrah, so we rented a beach house in Cape Cod for a couple weeks. We’ve only got a few more days left here though, and I’m not ready to return to real life.

  The curtains are open on the sliding glass door, allowing orange sunlight to creep across the floor like slow flowing lava. Dax’s arm is thrown over my waist, and there are several other body-shaped lumps under the blanket on the king-sized bed. There are several other bedrooms in the house, but we all seemed to gravitate toward the one with the biggest bed from day one.

  Not that I’m complaining. At all.

  Holding my breath and using all my ninja skills, I maneuver out from under Dax’s arm and slip out of bed without waking him. Just because I can’t sleep past six a.m. doesn’t mean everyone should be forced to wake up with the sun on our last week of freedom before school starts.

  The sunlight is just beginning to heat the hardwood floor, which feels cool against my bare feet as I pad toward the door. I’m only wearing panties and Chase’s t-shirt, which hangs down to just below my ass, but the back patio leads directly to the private beach behind the house, so no one will be able to see me.

  I slide the door open and shut it behind me, tilting my head up to catch the first soft rays of the sun—when a hand whips out and grasps my wrist.

  A startled yelp escapes me, and I slap my free hand over my chest as I turn to face Lincoln. He’s sitting in one of the large deck chairs, which is offset just enough from the glass doors that I couldn’t see him before I stepped outside.

  “Jesus Christ,” I gasp, panting dramatically. “My heart.”

  He smirks at me, then tugs on my wrist, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He’s shirtless, wearing just a pair of cargo shorts that fall low on his hips, and a week and a half of lounging in the sun every day has given his skin a gorgeous golden glow that complements the dark gleam of his hair.

  He grabs my other wrist too, pinning my hands at my lower back as he nips at my bottom lip.

  “You’re up early,” he murmurs.

  “Not as early as you.” I brush my lips against his, stealing little half kisses before I draw back to look into his eyes. “I didn’t even realize you were awake.”

  Not that I counted the bodies in bed before I got up. Although maybe I should start doing that.

  He shrugs, his gaze tracking over my face, his amber eyes warm. “I woke up about an hour ago. Couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to watch the sunrise.”

  “Me too.” Then I let out a soft chuckle, realizing he’s put me directly in his view of said sunrise. The slowly rising sun behind me is casting my shadow over Lincoln’s face. “You can’t see it at all anymore, can you?”

  “Don’t care.”

  The words are a hungry growl as he sits a up little straighter, claiming another kiss.

  “I can’t see it either,” I comment in a teasing whisper.

  “Oh, you want to see the sunrise?”

  “Eh.”

  I shrug noncommittally and am about to go in for another kiss when Lincoln suddenly leans me backward, supporting me with one arm so my back arches and my head tilts, giving me an upside-down view of the rising sun.

  “There you go.”

  “Gee, thanks.”

  A dry laugh huffs out of me, but it turns into another sound entirely as Linc uses his free hand to push the soft, oversized t-shirt up my stomach, sliding it over my breasts and bunching it up just below my collarbone.

  I’m bared to him, bared to the whole fucking world, to the sky and the wind and the gulls that swoop and call in the air above us. The air is warm, but my nipples peak anyway, and when he drops his head to draw one into his mouth, I grind my hips against him, arching my back even more.

  “It’s a beautiful sunrise, isn’t it?” he murmurs, devouring my skin with languorous strokes of his tongue.

  “Mmm…”

  I think that noise was supposed to be an agreement, but I’ve already forgotten what the question was. His cock is hardening against me, pressing against my clit as I circle my hips, riding him even though he’s supporting almost all my weight.

  When he bites down on the skin of my breast, sucking it into his mouth, my body jerks, my arms flailing for a handhold.

  “Fuck! Linc!”

  He lifts me back up, and the head rush combined with the spike of arousal in my veins makes me so dizzy I can’t even see straight for a moment. I kiss him hard as all the blood rushes out of my head and straight to my pussy, and a second later, he surges to his feet, holding me in his arms. He reaches out quickly to slide the glass door open, closing it again before setting me down just inside the door.

  “It really is a gorgeous fucking sunrise, Low. You don’t want to miss it.”

  Before I can regain my equilibrium, he spins me around, then slides his hands along my arms to place my palms against the glass pane of the door. We’re both facing the ocean now, and he’s right—it really is a stunning view.

  Too bad I can’t focus on it one bit at the moment.

  “Do you realize how beautiful you are like this?” His voice is a low rasp in my ear, and it sends a shiver all the way down to my toes. “Dressed in Chase’s shirt, your gorgeous ass just peeking out, your legs so damn sexy I want to lick all the way up them. I want to lick every fucking inch of you. And you know what? I think I will.”

  He leaves my palms on the glass, but as he steps back, he tugs on my hips, pulling my lower half away from the sliding door. I end up bent almost in half, palms sticking to the smooth, clear surface as my breath starts to come faster.

  Linc’s hands begin to roam over me, sliding over my hips and massaging my ass, pushing the t-shirt up again to expose my soft blue panties. When his mouth joins his hands, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard to keep from moaning loudly.

  I’m not entirely successful though, and as Linc traces the outline of my panties with his tongue, dragging at the fabric with his teeth, I hear soft rustling noises behind us, followed by two appreciative groans.

  The twins are awake.

  Still clenching my lip between my teeth, I crane my neck to peer over my shoulder at them.

  They’re both sitting up in bed, their hair mussed from sleep, their attention focused on me and Linc like lasers. Chase grins at me, and the tilt of his lips is so fucking sexy—boyish and hungry at the same time. He’s shirtless too, and as I watch, he slips a hand beneath the covers, stroking himself as he gazes at me.

  I can’t even see his cock, but just the outline of the rhythmic motion of his fist moving under the blanket makes my pussy ache.

  They like to watch.

  None of them have any interest in each other sexually, but all four of the kings like to wa
tch each other with me. And I like being watched. It’s a different kind of arousal, a different kind of closeness than I’ve ever experienced. There’s something so delicious and debauched about letting them see me like this, letting them see me come undone.

  But this isn’t a fucking art museum. I mean, there’s no “look but don’t touch” rule in effect here.

  And right now, I really want them to touch.

  My gaze flicks from Chase to Dax and back, and I give a slight jerk of my chin, wordlessly inviting them over.

  That’s all the invitation they need. They slide out of bed and move toward us, focus still riveted on my ass, which Linc has made sure is on full display. They’re both hard, cocks straining against the constraints of their boxer briefs—the only stitch of clothing either of them is wearing.

  When they reach us, they stop on either side of Lincoln, who chooses that moment to latch onto my panties with his teeth and drag them over the curve of my ass, letting them slide down my legs to the floor. Dax and Chase groan again as the room seems to grow several degrees hotter—something that has nothing to do with the rising sun.

  “Fucking hell.”

  I hear Chase release a breath, and a second later, Lincoln rises to his feet behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me upright again. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and now the two of us watch as Chase and Dax move around to stand in front of us. Chase drops to his knees, and a little thrill of anticipation runs through me as Dax steps to one side of him, finding the hem of my shirt.

  Linc releases his hold on me long enough to let him tug it over my head, and then Dax lifts my right leg, draping it over his twin’s shoulder. I don’t feel unsteady for a single second as Linc’s body braces mine up and Dax supports me from the side. I could go completely boneless in their arms, and I know I wouldn’t fall.

  Good thing too, because the “boneless” thing is a real possibility. I can already feel my breath coming faster as arousal surges through me.

  “Morning, Low.”

  Dax’s voice still has that just-woke-up rasp to it, and he turns my head to claim a kiss as his brother drags his tongue slowly up my slit. I cry out into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against Chase’s face as the tip of his tongue finds my clit, flicking back and forth in such quick motions that it makes my standing leg shake.

  Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.

  Trying to hold off my orgasm as long as possible, I kiss Dax with everything I have, hooking one hand around his neck while my other reaches behind me to palm Linc’s cock through his shorts.

  The boy behind me grunts, like he’s trying to warn me not to start something I can’t finish. But the warning is entirely unnecessary, because I don’t plan on quitting until I feel each one of these boys come.

  One of Chase’s large hands grips my waist, the other holding onto the leg that’s draped over his shoulder, and when I buck my hips against him, he responds by stiffening his tongue and driving into me. My moan of pleasure falls into Dax’s mouth, and he eats it up.

  Just like his brother is eating me up.

  The three of them have me completely naked in their arms, holding me up as I twist and undulate my hips, working my body against theirs.

  Chase’s tongue is pushing me toward the cliff, about to send me over the edge into a blissful freewill, when another groan sounds behind me.

  And this one isn’t a turned on groan, it’s just… a groan.

  All four of us freeze.

  Dax pulls his lips away from mine, Linc releases the spot on my neck where I’m pretty sure he just left a hickey, and Chase tilts his head to look up at me. His tongue slows its movements but doesn’t stop, slipping over and around my clit in lazy strokes. Jolts of sensation shoot through me with every lick, and I let the boys’ grip on me hold me up as I turn my head, peering around Linc to look at the sole remaining figure on the mattress.

  The twins are usually early risers, springing out of bed alert and ready for action, as if they’ve been mainlining coffee in their sleep. Linc is a pretty sound sleeper, but River? He sleeps like the fucking dead. And when he wakes up, he bears an uncanny resemblance to a zombie for a few moments while he returns to the land of the living.

  Still, if there’s one thing that can wake him up in a hurry, it’s this.

  My gaze locks with his, and at the sight of us, his gray eyes shift from sleepy and cranky to sleepy and turned on in a heartbeat. He can’t even see all of me, but he can see enough to get a clear picture of what’s going on, and he licks his lips, propping himself up on his elbow as he watches intently.

  And that’s what snaps the string holding me back. His gaze.

  His gaze, Chase’s tongue, Dax’s touch, and Linc’s embrace—all of it combined is too much for me to handle, too much for me to survive.

  My leg tightens around the boy kneeling in front of me, pulling him close as I come hard on his face, a slow-building orgasm that plows through me like a steamroller, leaving me gasping and panting.

  Dax’s hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the sharp jab of sensation setting off a new orgasm on the tail of the first.

  When it finally stops, I literally am being held up by the boys. The toes of my standing leg have curled against the hardwood floor, and all my limbs are shaking.

  Chase gently sets my other foot back down. He wipes the wetness from his mouth and chin, then surges to his feet to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

  This time, River’s low noise behind me is full of desire, and I pull away from Chase long enough to gasp, “Bed! Now!”

  He grins and picks me up, and I lose the warm steel of Linc’s cock in my hand as I’m carried over to the large bed. As soon as my back hits the mattress, the guys are crawling up beside me, shedding their few remaining articles of clothing as they move. River is already naked, and when I scoot to the center of the king-sized bed, he settles between my legs, a look of such awe—such love—in his eyes that it makes my heartbeat stutter.

  The others don’t stop touching me, and everywhere their hands roam, they leave trails of fire across my skin.

  River’s cock nudges my entrance, and when he slides inside me, I tilt my head back, a soft sigh falling from my lips. He feels so good. So perfect.

  I was empty, and now I’m full.

  Everywhere.

  My heart. My body. My mind.

  The four kings have filled up every part of me, right down to my soul.

  River thrusts hard and deep, his tempo picking up speed as he gazes down at me with eyes the color of a summer storm. But before he comes, he pulls out, breathing hard and fisting his shaft at the base. He leans down to kiss me, teasing my clit with the head of his cock before slipping back inside.

  He repeats that action several more times, and every time he strokes my clit, my body shudders. A few more strokes, and I’m gone. He sees the look on my face, feels me tense up, and slips inside me again, thrusting hard as I clench around him until he comes too.

  He’s out of breath as he drops his head to kiss me, muttering sweet, dirty words against my lips.

  Then he’s gone, moving out of the way as Lincoln takes his place. Linc’s cock is hard as steel, and I know he can feel how turned on I am as he pumps shallowly into my pussy.

  Finally, he surges forward, pulling a guttural groan from me as he starts to fuck me like it’s been months since we’ve done this instead of less than twenty-four hours.

  Dax and Chase are on either side of me, breathing hard as they stroke themselves. But there’s no rule against touching, and since this time they’re close enough for me to reach them, I wrap my fingers around their cocks, brushing their hands out of the way.

  “Oh, fuck, Low.” Chase moves closer so I don’t have strain to reach, his voice a tight whisper.

  “Fuck,” Dax echoes, the sound so raw and primal that it makes me stroke them harder.

  Lincoln leans down, covering my body with
his as he kisses me with bruising intensity, our teeth banging together as our tongues collide. When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, his abs contracting as continues to drive into me.

  “Come for us one more time, baby. Let us see you fall apart.”

  “God…” I groan. “Oh God, I’m so fucking close.”

  “Then let go. We’ve got you. We’ve all got you.”

  He steals another hot kiss and then rises back up, hooking my legs under the knees and using that grip to find the perfect angle, lifting me so my ass is nearly off the mattress. The sight of him above me, neck muscles corded as he works toward his own release, abs and arms taut as he thrusts, makes me whimper with need, and I take it out on the twins, gliding my slippery hands up and down their cocks.

  I’ve probably given better handjobs before, when I’ve been a little less distracted, but they don’t seem to have any complaints. They’re watching my breasts bounce with every one of Linc’s thrusts, and my gaze darts between the blue-green and green-blue of their eyes.

  So different, yet so similar.

  And at the moment, united by a common craving.

  Me.

  My body starts to shake, another orgasm tearing through me like an earthquake, and when River kneels above my head and leans down to kiss me, letting me feel his lips in a whole new way, I lose it entirely.

  I convulse around Linc, and the twins both take over for me again as I lose the ability to coordinate my movements. They jerk themselves off in hard, quick strokes, groaning as they spill ropes of cum over my stomach. A second later, Linc follows them over the edge, cursing in a choked voice as he slams into me twice more, grinding his hips against mine as he pulses inside me.

  We hang suspended in that moment for several long heartbeats as the last waves of pleasure move through us, seeming to travel from me to the boys and back like some sort of electric current.

  Then Linc slides out of me with a satisfied sigh and everyone collapses onto the mattress, breathing hard. River gives me one last kiss, then flops down, his head resting alongside mine.