Bully Anthology: Boys of Westview Academy, books 1-4

by Mina Thorne

  "Fucking apologize now..."

  He pushed harder and the steely glint in his eyes terrified me. It was worse than when Barrett had flipped the switch on me, this wasn't passionate frustration. This was cold, calculated delivery of pain.

  Mason knew what he was doing, and he liked it. He liked hurting me.

  But I couldn't back down.

  "I'm sorry you're a piece of shit," I said in a strangled voice as the edges of my vision began to go dark.

  "What the fuck?" Whitt's voice burst into my consciousness and Mason was lifted off me, torn away by Whitt's powerful hands. "What are you doing to my girl?"

  His girl, Whitt called me his girl.

  I gasped and bent over, coughed and got some air. I stood up straight to find Whitt hammering away on Mason's face while Mason cowered in front of him with his hands up, covering himself.

  "You never lay hands on a girl!" Whitt yelled and slammed his fist down one last time, dropping Mason to the ground.”Especially Stephanie, she’s my girl!”

  Blood was streaming out of Mason's nose and he crawled along the floor, garbling about being the football captain and how Whitt would pay.

  Becca screamed from somewhere behind me and ran to Mason's side.

  Whitt helped me stand and helped me walk away, putting his arm around me and enveloping me in the safety of his claim on me.

  I was his girl, he was sending a message.

  Nobody fucks with Whitt's girl, or they'd get a beat down.

  It almost made Mason's attack worth it, just so I could stare down anybody who was gawking at me.

  Just so I could reassert my position in the social hierarchy of the school.

  Just to be on top again.

  Chapter 38

  "Come to the lake with us tomorrow night," Sienna suggest after school on Friday. "It's going to be the last nice weekend before winter and it's so awesome up there. We can stay at the lake house and have a big party on the beach with a bonfire and lots of drinking and dancing under the stars."

  I'd been at Westview Academy for over two months at that point and was starting to feel less like an outsider and more like one of the Westfield crew. As stupid as that sounded, it offered me some comfort, some security where I'd been so nervous and on the outside before.

  I was even getting more comfortable being a Montgomery and all the power that came with the family name. In California I'd always been the outsider no matter how hard I'd tried to fit. I would never feel completely at ease with my classmates because guys like Tyrell would never let me forget it. Never let me forget that I didn't belong.

  And I hadn't belonged, not out there, not really.

  I hadn't belonged at Westview Academy either, but Barrett and Whitt had helped me carve out a little spot where I had friends and I did belong. In spite of Becca, and now Mason, I was happy at last. Secure in myself and my school.

  And it felt good, really fucking good.

  I just wished Barrett was around to share in my happiness. To help me navigate this twisted maze of my heart and help me understand what it meant to fall in love with two beautiful boys who were each so incredible and yet so different.

  I missed him, and even though Whitt was everything I needed from him, he didn't fill that spot that Barrett did. It turned out I needed to be on my toes, to have that brooding, dark personality keeping me on edge as much as I needed Whitt's open, honest affection.

  Life was finally so simple, and yet so brutally layered and complicated that it hurt my head to try and pick it apart at times.

  I deserved a night off, time away with my friends and my boyfriend to have fun. To be a teenager.

  And to finally have sex with Whitt.

  My second time, not that he knew, but I would tell him. Before I gave myself to him, I would fill him in on everything and let him know how much I still wanted to be with him, how much my body craved his inside of it.

  "Okay," I grinned and nodded my head. "Let's do it. I'm not the camping type, but I could do a lake house and a bonfire."

  "It's not exactly camping," Sienna laughed and Marie and Agnes laughed with her.

  "Wait until you see their lake house, you'll understand," Agnes smiled.

  "We all have houses up there, including your family. Maybe you and Whitt would be more comfortable at your place or his place? You guys could have some alone time," Marie suggested.

  "We'll see. It might just be fun to have a big group party," I replied.

  But I wanted to be alone with Whitt. So the idea of staying at his house seemed appealing. Being in ours, seeing traces of Barrett, that might hurt too much.

  It was decided that the next afternoon I would drive up with Whitt in his familiar red Range Rover, and we'd crash at his family's place.

  Dad wasn't too keen on the plan, but I'd convinced him that I'd be staying at Sienna's so he finally gave in.

  I think Elaine was just thrilled to get rid of me, she practically shoved me out the door when Whitt arrived.

  "Is this it?" he asked, loading a single suitcase into the back of his car. He had a backpack and that was all.

  "Should I bring more?"

  "No, but most girls bring like ten changes of clothing, twenty makeup bags and a new wardrobe just in case," he laughed. "I like that you're not like most girls."

  "I like that you notice," I replied and smiled as I climbed into his car.

  He let me pick the music on the way out, and by the time we got outside of Harrisburg, I'd already forced him to sing the duet from A Star is Born so I finally had a guy to really belt it out with.

  We covered the rest of the trip singing along to more Lady Gaga, some Taylor Swift...I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes when he knew all the words to Shake it Off, apparently he had two younger sisters...and at his suggestion, I threw on some Post Malone and Kendrick Lamar.

  He slowed down when we drove through a quaint little town that looked partially boarded up for the season, and then he finally turned down a pretty little country road that passed a picturesque lake with a wide, sandy beach and a few sail boats on the water.

  "Our place is just up here, right past your family's place," he said, pointing down a driveway. I couldn't see much of our lake house, just expansive rooftops through the trees down near the water. But his family's home was stunning, if ours was anything like it, then we were lucky indeed.

  It wasn't huge, it was still larger than most of the houses back in California, but it was done in wood and cedar shingles like a log cabin in the woods.

  He helped me carry my things inside and that's where I took in the beauty of the space. It was mostly wood on the interior as well, but modern and with huge windows that overlooked the lake and gave the feeling that you were living in a big treehouse.

  I turned around to tell him how beautiful it was, but he was already there and ready to kiss me.

  I tilted my face up and our mouths met, our lips crashing into each other's and our tongues immediately seeking the other's out.

  I sighed and melted against him, he held me up and I fit perfectly into the curve of his body. He kissed me harder and I felt his thick dick pressing against my stomach, he was ready to go already.

  And so was I.

  I kissed him hard and dropped my hands to the front of his shorts, tugged at his button and let him know what I wanted.

  He groaned and moved his hands down the front of me, pulled my shirt out of my shorts and slid them up underneath to cup my breasts through my bra.

  I got his shorts open, pulled them apart and before I could get my hands on his dick again, he said, "Let's go to the bedroom, it will be much more comfortable for us."

  "Okay," I replied and looked up at him, my lips feeling slightly swollen and bruised by the intensity of his kisses. "Take me there."

  He reached down and picked me up in his arms like I was nothing, just a little feather to carry with his huge, muscled body. I ran my hands along his biceps and allowed myself to enjoy the way he looked and the
way he felt.

  His rich brown hair caught bars of sunlight from the windows and seemed to glow with golden highlights.

  His deep, dark brown eyes were fixed on me, and the anticipation and lust there was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. His face was classically handsome, like he should be an actor or a super hero...Captain America or something.

  He was just gorgeous all around, from his delicious ass to his incredible lips...and he was mine.

  All mine.

  "What are you thinking?" he asked as we reached the stairs and he ascended to the second floor.

  "I'm thinking about how lucky I am," I replied.

  "Weird," he said with a crooked grin. "I was thinking the same thing."

  "Weird," I laughed.

  We reached the top and he strode confidently down the hall, practically kicked open a door at the end on the left, and stepped inside.

  It was a boy's room through and through. Dark wooden furniture was covered in dark blue and brown blankets and throws. He had a leather chair near a stone fireplace and a huge bearskin rug in front.

  I eyeballed it in fear, taking in the toothy grimace of the bear's last smile and he chuckled. "Don't worry, it's not that mouth that's going to eat you tonight, Steph."

  "Oh really, whose mouth will it be?"

  "Mine," he growled and tossed me playfully onto the bed.

  I shrieked and giggled and let him kiss and nibble me all over until I was breathless and so tightly coiled with desire for him that I thought I was going to break if I didn't release it soon.

  I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I took off my shirt and bra and leaned down to kiss him, letting my nipples brush his chest.

  He drew in a breath and pulled me tight, thrusting upwards through our clothes, promising me that huge, hard dick any moment now.

  He surprised me by sitting up and rolling me over onto my back where he pulled my shorts and panties off with my help.

  "You're so beautiful," he exhaled and began to kiss me up and down. He licked and nibbled my nipples, one by one, and left a trail of kissed down my quivering stomach to the top of my soaking wet cleft.

  He pushed my legs apart and climbed between them, diving down with his mouth on my pussy and his tongue on my clit until I thought I was going to dissolve in an ocean of pure ecstasy.

  "Oh Whitt," I exclaimed and tilted up against his face. His broad hands held my hips in place as I rocked and bucked under his continued kissed and hard sucks of my swollen pussy. "Oh god, this is...oh god, I'm coming..."

  I lost all ability for speech and I finally did come, I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm rocked my body hard and left me a shuddering mess under Whitt's demanding mouth.

  When I was done, he kissed his way back up until he reached my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips and smelled myself on his face and couldn't remember a time I felt sexier or more desired.

  "You're delicious," he said and stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Absolutely fucking delicious."

  I reached down and grabbed his dick, pulling it out of his shorts at last. "I want to find out what you taste like," I told him.

  "I can't wait to fuck your virgin pussy," he said with a languid smile. "But I'll fuck your beautiful mouth first."

  I felt like I was lying to him, by letting him think I was still a virgin.

  And even though I knew it was going to ruin everything between us there in his bed, I had to tell him.

  "I'm not a virgin anymore," I said and dropped my gaze down, unable to look at him.

  "What? Who?" he demanded. He put his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. "Who did you fuck?"

  "Barrett," I mumbled miserably.

  "So the rumours are true. You fucked your own brother," he said with bitter acid etched in his words. "I should have listened to everybody when they told me you were a slut, Steph. I should have fucking listened to them."

  He pulled away and pushed my hand off his dick and sat up on the side of the bed with his back to me.

  "First of all, he's not my fucking brother. I'm not some hillbilly white trash banging my biological family," I said forcefully, sitting up myself and covering my breasts with my hands. I was mad now, and I wasn't about to let him try and make me feel like shit for being honest. "And second of all, I was only telling you so we did this with no lies between us. I was being open and truthful. Blunt, like you. I really like you, Whitt, and I don't think I deserve for you to act like this."

  He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. It was tousled and a part of it stuck up. I resisted the urge to smooth it over, to straighten it out for him. That felt too intimate right now, and I didn't know how he'd receive it.

  "I just...fuck, it hurts knowing that you were with him," he said at last. "I knew something was up between you two, but I didn't think he got there first."

  "Got there?" I blurted out angrily. "My pussy isn't the prize in some foot race, Whitt. And what about all the girls you've fucked? I don't even want to know how many have gotten there before me. What am I, running like tenth place? Twentieth? Gawd!"

  I moved to get off the bed and he twisted around, caught me in his arms and said, "I'm sorry for being an asshole. Can you forgive me?"

  He looked so utterly contrite that I couldn't help myself. My anger broke into fragments and washed away in the torrent of emotion I had for him.

  "Yes, of course," I sighed and shook my head. "You had me scared there for a moment."

  "Well, I was hoping to be the first," he replied with a little shrug of his shoulder. "Just promise me one thing though."

  "Okay, what is it?"

  "I get your virgin ass," he said and his eyes sparked with lust as I clenched my pussy but curiosity spiked in my stomach. I hadn't considered anal, but I would for Whitt.

  "Well...I have something to tell you..." I said slowly, playfully...

  "No, he didn't!" Whitt groaned and reached down to smack my ass. "He crossed that finish line ahead of me too?"

  I laughed and he nuzzled my neck and I had to confess that my ass was untouched and I swore that I would leave it that way just for him.

  We were about to get down and dirty again when I heard Sienna's voice from downstairs.

  "Where are you, fuckers?" she called out, laughing her head off. She sounded drunk already. "I've got the shots, let's get waaaaaasted!"

  I raised my eyebrows at Whitt and said, "Sorry...later though. I promise."

  "Your ass?" he asked excitedly.

  "No!" I exclaimed, "not yet."

  "I guess your gorgeous little cunt will have to do," he growled and dove on top of me again.

  We almost started fucking right then and there, but the door flew open and Sienna ran into the room and dove onto the bed with us.

  I screamed and tried to cover myself, but she laughed and that was it.

  The party had started.

  But I did get my clothes back on at least.

  And Whitt washed my pussy scent off his face.

  It was time to get drunk and enjoy my first weekend away and finally feel like I belonged.

  Chapter 39

  Our drinking started at Whitt's place, but quickly moved back to Sienna's family lake house.

  Theirs was even nicer than Whitt's and there were kids there that I didn't recognize. By the time we got there, the music was blasting and a couple hundred teenagers had gathered around the property. Whitt told me there were kids there from a couple other schools in Harrisburg, the public school and the boarding school too. He thought there might even be some college kids back for a short break.

  "This is insane, I didn't think there'd be this many people," I told Whitt as we walked around, holding hands and talking to people he knew. He introduced me as his girlfriend every time, and I couldn't help myself, pride started to make my head swell a little.

  I was David Montgomery's daughter, the sole heir to my family's business.

  I was somebody in this highly clos
ed off elite world of theirs.

  I was important.

  Whitt and I had made a pact to not drink that much. We wanted to be clear headed for later when we finally got back to his place and got naked in his bed.

  I couldn't wait to get him inside of me at last. Having him go down on me had just served to get my pussy throbbing and I swear I almost came every time I caught a good look at his full, thick lips.

  I stood in front of him most of the time, leaning against him and brushing my ass on his hard shaft.

  After one of his friends walked away, he lifted my hair and kissed my neck. It sent shivers racing up and down my spine as he said, "You're driving me crazy, babe. I can't wait to fuck you later."

  The night carried on and around eleven o’clock, people were getting pretty drunk. I heard a couple guys whisper my name and I swore I heard them say, "BJ Queen," but I couldn't be sure so I didn't mention it to Whitt.

  Becca and Mason weren't there, so that was enough for me. Let the rest of the nobodies talk shit about me, it didn't bother me because they didn't matter.

  I was pouring myself another drink that was mostly mix and almost no alcohol when Agnes came bouncing up to me and said, "You have to come to the beach bonfire with us."

  I caught Whitt's eyes across the kitchen where he was talking with a bunch of his friends and he smiled. All I wanted to do at that point was get him alone and climb all over him, but I didn't want to seem like a total spoil sport on my first big party with everybody in Harrisburg.

  "Are we going?" Whitt asked as he approached me. Marie and Agnes flanked me, each one had their arm curled in mine and they jumped up and down and squealed at the same time.

  "Yes, I think we are," I said dryly and eyeballed the two overly enthusiastic drunk chicks on my arms. I had to laugh though, they were being adorable together and were obviously excited to party with me by the lake. How could I say no?

  "It'll be fun," Whitt said, "and there will be plenty of time for us. We don't have to drive back until tomorrow afternoon."

  "So you can spend the day in bed fucking," Marie said matter of factly.