12
Amalie
As the alcohol starts to take effect, I realise that this probably isn’t the worst idea I’ve ever had. It’s been forever since I’ve had a night where I’ve been able to truly forget everything and just be me. Camila was right to drag me here.
I smile up at Shane as we dance together, still not all that happy about the lust I find in his blue depths. I’ve no intention of leading him to think anything will happen between us, but my body can’t help but roll with his in time with the music.
The panic that consumed me the moment I first locked eyes on Jake when he arrived has almost been replaced with enjoyment, which is a strange feeling after all this time.
The song changes and Shane spins me around so my back is to his front. The moment I look up I find him once again. His group has set up camp slightly up the beach so they can look down on us peasants like they own the place.
His eyes narrow and drop to where Shane’s holding my hips and pulling my body so it’s flush against him. Fire burns in their depths and my heart starts to pound. I’m not welcome at this party, that much was obvious when he first arrived. I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long, but looking at the disdain on his face right now, I fear my time might be up.
“I need to get a drink,” I say, resting my head back against Shane’s shoulder. Disappointment is written all over his face, which just proves that I need to put some space between us. Letting loose and having fun is one thing, but he’s a sweet guy and I don’t want to make him think this is more than it’s ever going to be.
“I need to pee.”
“Do you need me to hold your hand or something?” Camila asks with a laugh where she’s dry humping Noah, her eyes bright with the alcohol she’s consumed.
“No, but where are the toilets?”
“This is the beach. There aren’t any.”
“So where do we…”
“Just go into the trees and do your thing.”
“The trees?” I glance up at where the beach ends and the greenery starts.
“This really is a different world for you, isn’t it?”
I don’t get a chance to say anything because Noah pulls her attention back to him and shoves his tongue in her mouth.
Shaking my head, I walk past the other kids who are too busy enjoying themselves to look up at me.
The second I step into the trees, darkness surrounds me. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I put the torch on and use it to guide my way deeper into the undergrowth. It might be a little extreme but the last thing I need is someone stumbling across me mid-pee.
Once I’m confident I’ve left all the partygoers behind, I find a spot behind a tree and do my thing.
It’s not until I’m fighting my way back toward the beach that a noise, or more a moan, stops me in my tracks.
Knowing that I need to get away from here before I look like a right creep, I continue forward but before I find the beach, I stumble across the owner of the moan.
A loud snap sounds out as I stand on a stick and his eyes snap to me. The anger I’m used to seeing is there, but it’s been overtaken by desire. His full lips are slightly parted and his bare chest is heaving. When I lower my eyes more, I find a blonde on her knees with her head bobbing back and forth while his phone is in his hand like he’s filming the event.
My stomach twists in panic. I really don’t need to be standing here right now. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper going to step away but he’s clearly not thinking the same thing because as I move, he barks, “Stop.”
Without instruction from my brain, my legs freeze but I keep my eyes downcast, not wanting to intrude on what should be a private moment.
The movement I can see out of the corner of my eyes tells me that the girl hasn’t stopped. She must be enjoying herself more than him right now, I think and I have an internal battle about what to do. I should run, that would be the easiest thing to do but there’s something about his commanding voice that forces me to stay stock still and wait to find out what he wants.
“Look at me.”
Hesitantly, my eyes lift until I find his tormented stare. He pins me to the spot with his hate-filled eyes, and while my brain screams at me to move, to run, to do something. My body stays exactly where it is, fascinated, as pleasure washes over his face. His eyes narrow and darken further, if that’s possible, his chin drops and the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard falls from his lips.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I watch the show. I’m more interested in watching than I should be. The heat coursing through my veins angers me because the guy I’m currently watching like he’s the most fascinating thing on the planet hates my guts. But I can’t not watch now I’ve got this far.
With his hand in the girl’s hair, he pulls her back until she hits the floor. I wince but she doesn’t seem too bothered. By the time he turns to me, he’s tucked himself back into his pants and any pleasure that was on his face is long gone. It’s hard once again with the muscle in his jaw twitching in anger.
“Enjoy that, did you? Watching me get my cock sucked. Hopefully it gave you some pointers because you’re next. Although, I doubt you need any lessons, girls as beautiful as you are always at home being on your knees.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, taking a step back as he gets in my personal space.
“You’d be so fucking lucky. I don’t fuck whores.”
My breath catches at the same time my back bumps up against a tree. “Don’t talk to me like you know anything about me. You don’t.”
“I know all too well how women like you operate, what you do to get what you want. It disgusts me and I intend on proving it.” His body moves closer still and I press back into the tree. My heart thunders in my chest, fear making my hands tremble but I refuse to back down to this arsehole. He’s no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. “I intend to show the entire fucking school what an untrustworthy whore you really are.”
“What the fuck is your problem? I haven’t done anything.”
“Not yet, you haven’t. But you will. Girls like you always show their true selves eventually.”
“I don’t—”
Leaning forward, his chest brushes my breasts and my breath catches at the sensation. “See, you’re doing it right now.” He moves his chest again and my nipples pucker with the friction. “You’d do anything right now to get your way. Your body is craving it.”
“Fuck you.” My hand comes out to slap him, but he catches it, his hot fingers circling my wrist so tightly I swear it’ll leave a mark.
His fingers grip my chin, making my lips pout. His hate-filled eyes bore into mine before they drop to my lips. His tongue sneaks across his bottom one like he’s considering his next move. My heart continues to thunder so hard in my chest that my head starts to feel a little fuzzy.
Moving to the side he leans in, his hot breath tickles around my ear. “No, but I am going to break you. Show you exactly what you are.”
The second the final word is out of his mouth, he releases me and steps back into the shadows. I don’t waste any time and run in the direction of the beach. My lungs are burning for air and my legs are shaking by the time I step foot onto the sand, but instead of the escape I was hoping for, I run straight into a solid wall.
A large pair of hands land on my waist to steady me but I fight to get away thinking he beat me out of the trees.
“Amalie, it’s okay.” The voice is unfamiliar yet kind, it has the desired effect because I stop fighting. That is until I look up and find Jake’s right-hand man, Mason. Then I pull myself from his hands and take a giant step back. “Are you okay?” It looks like genuine concern on his face but seeing as he’s friends with the arsehole I just left behind I highly doubt he actually cares.
“I’m good. Thanks.” My voice is hard and cold and his eyes narrow.
“Did something happen in there?”
“No, nothing. I just went to pee.”
A smile twitches at his li
ps. “Why didn’t you just use the toilets?”
“The toilets?” I whisper. “But Camila said…” I trail off when his entire face twists as if he’s in pain.
“It was a joke,” her slightly slurred voice comes from behind him.
“Oh.”
“Amalie, please tell me you didn’t actually—” Her words falter when she spots Mason standing next to me. “What have you said to her?” she barks.
“Me? I haven’t done anything. I wasn’t the one who sent her into the trees to use the bathroom.”
“I thought she knew I was joking. We parked next to the restrooms.”
“Well, she didn’t.” Mason steps toward Camila, I could cut the tension between them with a knife as they stare at each other, both refusing to back down.
That is until someone else appears from the trees. We all look over as Jake walks out from the darkness with his usual swagger and general aura of hate surrounding him. Both Camila and Mason look between him and me. I can practically hear their thoughts running at a mile a minute in their heads.
Jake ignores both of them and walks over to me. His eyes run the length of my body before his hand slides into my hair and his rough cheek rubs against mine. “Watch your back, Brit.” To our spectators, it might look an intimate move, but the reality of the situation is so very different.
He pulls back almost immediately, winks at me and starts walking backward, not taking his eyes off my body until he’s forced to look where he’s going. I know the moment his eyes are off me because the tingles that were following his gaze instantly vanish. I tell myself that it’s the burning hate coming from him that causes it, but after having his hot and hard body pressed up against mine, I know it might not be the case. Jake Thorn might be a bastard, but he’s a bloody beautiful one at that, and all my body sees is his hot one.
“What the hell was that?” Camila asks, Mason is too busy studying my reaction to say anything.
“It was... nothing.”
“Nothing? What the hell happened in there?”
“Nothing happened in there. I just went for a pee, that’s all. If you’d told me where the toilets were in the first place, then I wouldn’t have been in there.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you knew I was joking.” Camila looks horrified that I actually listened to her and went in there, but really, why wouldn’t I believe her? She’d not given me any reason to think it would be a joke.
“I need a drink.” Storming through both of them, I march back toward the party and grab two bottles of beer from a cool box.
I’ve almost downed the first one when I feel her presence behind me. “Amalie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t really think you’d... I thought you’d seen the restrooms.”
“It’s fine, honestly. None of that was your fault.”
“What happened?”
“Five minutes!” someone calls from the other side of the group and cheers erupt from the crowd but at no point does Camila take her eyes from mine.
“Are you two ready?” Noah asks. When I look up, I find Shane at his side, his eyes alight with excitement and probably a little too much alcohol.
“Ready for what?”
“You’re gonna love it.” Camila practically bounces on the balls of her feet. I truly hope it’s more enjoyable than her last ‘surprise’.
13
Jake
The second I saw the fear in her eyes when she found us, I almost came down Shelly’s throat. Her appearance at that moment couldn’t have been more perfect if I’d planned it myself.
My cock twitches in my jeans as I think about the way her eyes dropped down to my chest and ran over my abs. She might hate me after what I’ve done to her, but fuck if she didn’t wish she was Shelly in that moment. And fuck if I didn’t want that too. The thought of it being her throat I was punishing makes my cock weep with excitement. I may want to end her, but shit if I don’t want to enjoy the ride, and the ride will certainly lead to her being on her knees, I can guaran-fucking-tee that.
The sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the fear in her eyes was exactly what I needed to feed the fury that fills my veins every time I look at her and remember what she represents. Weak, beautiful women who’ll use what God gave them to get whatever they want no matter who they trample or abandon in the process.
My fists clench with my need to have her sinful, slender body pressed up against mine again so I can show her that her allure won’t get her anywhere around here. You’re falling into her trap, a little voice inside me shouts but I drown it with another swig of beer. I’m not falling into anything, I’m teaching the bitch a lesson. I’m getting vengeance for what another version of her did to me years ago.
“What the hell?” Mason asks, dropping down beside me.
“What?”
“Don’t play fucking dumb with me. What the hell happened with Amalie in the trees?”
“What do you think happened? And for the record, she sucks like a fucking vacuum cleaner.”
His eyes narrow and his teeth grind. “You’re talking shit, she’s not one of them.” He waves his hands toward most of the cheer team who drop their panties for a look alone. “There’s no way she did that willingly.”
“Who said she was willing?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you right now? This isn’t you, bro.”
“This is me doing what needs to be done.”
“We’ve been friends since we were in diapers, Jake. If you think for one minute that I can’t see what’s going on here, that I can’t see exactly what you see when you look at her, then you’re a fucking idiot. Your issues have nothing to do with her, she’s not the one you need to punish for how your life turned out. She’s going through enough shit of her own right now, the last thing she needs is you on her case. Now back the fuck off.”
Standing, needing to do something to shake the tension taking over my body, I stare down at him.
“The fuck, Mase?” My muscles lock up as I fight the need to wipe the warning he’s giving me right off his fucking face. Best friend or not, he’s no right saying that kind of shit to me. Climbing from the sand, he stares me right in the eyes, taunting me.
“Go on, hit me. Take your anger out on me, better that than her.”
“Why the fuck are you standing up for her?”
“Because she’s done nothing other than have her own life ripped out from under her. Don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what happened to her parents. You really think she needs you on her case just because she unfortunately looks a little like—”
“Don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it.” I’m right in his face, our noses only a breath apart. One punch from me and the pussy would be down like a stone and he knows it, but yet he still stands toe to toe with me defending her.
My chest heaves, my hands clench but somehow I manage to keep them at my sides. “How was Camila?” I ask through gritted teeth remembering them stood together.
“Fuck you.”
“Na, you’re all right. I might go and find her though, I bet she needs a good pounding because that fucker she’s with clearly isn’t capable.”
I don’t see his fist coming but I sure as shit feel it as it slams into my jaw. I knew mentioning Camila would get him just as riled up as me.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere fucking near her.”
“Or what?”
His fist hits me again, but at no point do I retaliate. I need this. I need the pain.
“What the fuck?” Ethan shouts, pulling Mason off me.
“It’s nothin’,” I mutter, spitting out the blood that’s filling my mouth from the split that’s stinging my lip.
“Don’t look like fucking nothin’.” His stare flits between the two of us, making sure we’re not going to get straight back to it the second he steps away.
Mason shrugs before inspecting his knuckles and walking off in favor of finding more beer. I knew mentioning Camila was an asshole move. But what can I say? I’m an asshole.
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“How’s it going with your girls?” Ethan asks after we both watch Mason walk away.
“Done.”
“Both of them?”
“Both of them,” I confirm.
“Wow, I thought Amalie was going to be a challenge too big, even for you, hotshot.”
“What can I say? The girls just can’t resist.”
“You’re fucking deluded.”
“Don’t give a fuck. I got some. Did you?”
“I’m still working on it.” After he dished out all the names for us, Rich, another guy on the team gave Ethan an almost impossible challenge with his girl. There’s no way he’s getting any from her tonight.
“You ready? It’s nearly time.”
“Always ready.”
Ethan chuckles and we both stick our beers in the sand, getting ready to move.
Someone shouts the signal and every single body on the beach starts moving. Clothes are thrown in all directions, some more than others depending on how brave they are and they start moving for the sea.
Dropping my jeans, I keep one hand over my junk as I continue watching the students lower down the beach. My eyes find her almost instantly, not that it’s hard with her platinum blonde hair. I can’t tear my gaze away as she watches what everyone’s doing around her before gripping the bottom of her t-shirt and peeling it up her slim body. Even from here I can tell that her pale skin is as flawless as I expected it to be. Her small, pert breasts are covered in two small black triangles of fabric that tie behind her neck and back. My fingers twitch with how easy it would be to remove it from her body. Flicking the button on her jeans, she pushes them down her legs, bending over slightly to free her feet, the sight of her barely covered ass has my cock threatening to go full mast. Needing a distraction before my need is obvious to those around me, I follow their lead and take off running.
Midnight Dash is a test of bravery and courage. Those who want to prove themselves strip down to nothing and run full pelt into the sea. As expected, most of the guys drop everything whereas it’s mostly just Chelsea and her slutty friends who bare all and flaunt everything they’ve got like shameless hussies.
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