Heartless: A High School Bully Romance (The Privileged of Pembroke High Book 1)

by Ivy Fox

  “No need for that, Snow. When we cum, you’ll hear it loud and clear,” Ash announces at my back, making my skin prickle further with his warm breath in my ear.

  I swallow dryly at his innuendo, my wide eyes taking in their impressive physique. Well, Ollie’s anyway, since the sight before me has me frozen still, unable to tilt my head to the side and see what Ash is packing. Not that I haven’t seen both of them without shirts before, but every time it happens, I’m a little awestruck. Just like our brief reunion earlier in the alleyway, Ollie stands before me, his gentle hands moving toward my hips, while Ash leans his torso against my back.

  “Don’t go shy on us now, Snow. You started this little game,” Ollie teases, his thumb tracing my lower lip seductively.

  “Did I? I don’t remember,” I hush out, my tongue reaching out to taste the tip of Ollie’s finger.

  Both boys groan at the indecent gesture, and I instantly feel Ash’s cock swell against the crook of my ass. Instinctively I lean my head back onto his shoulder, taking Ollie’s thumb with me.

  “Fuck,” I hear Ollie grunt as he gently strums his thumb against my lips while I clean the saltwater off his skin. He steps forward, bridging the tiny speck of a gap between us and aligns himself with my own aching core, pulling a wanton sigh from my lips. With my teeth, I order his finger to penetrate my mouth fully, my eyes rolling into the back of my head with fantasies of having what I truly crave to taste.

  “Just like that, baby. Show us how well you can take us into that gorgeous mouth of yours,” Ash encourages while biting my earlobe, then tracing his hot tongue up and down my neck.

  I do as he instructs and lick Ollie’s thumb clean, humming and pleased with every grunt and curse coming out of their mouths.

  “Fuck, baby. I could cum just watching you toy with us like this,” Ash groans hoarsely.

  “No, not yet. I have a better idea,” Ollie replies, his hooded eyes promising all sorts of deviance. “Do you trust us?” he asks, taking my new toy away from my lips, and tilting my chin up to meet the desire in his hazel eyes.

  I nod, completely lost in his stare. I would have told him I trusted both of them wholeheartedly if I wasn’t rendered speechless being trapped between their bodies while mesmerized by Ollie’s gaze.

  “Good.” He smirks and leans in to press his lips onto mine.

  The lingering, salty taste disappears with the sweet flavor that is all Ollie. Ash replaces Ollie’s hand on my hips with his own, continuing to shower my spine with avid attention, leaving passionate kisses from the nape of my neck down further, into the hollow of my back. Ollie keeps his soft, maddening tempo, gently stroking every crevice of my mouth with his tongue. The stimulation that both brothers are insistent in creating on my body makes my knees weak, and I am all too glad to have Ash’s strong hold to keep me on my feet. I melt into their embrace, my own arms wrapped around the boy who is ravishing my mouth so passionately. A recognizable ache starts to bubble in my belly, igniting further down, with each attentive kiss delivered by the two.

  “Ollie,” I moan when his gentle lips break away from me.

  “Shh, baby. We’ll make it all the better in just a second,” Ollie replies, winking at his twin behind me all too conspiringly. I hear Ash’s devilish chuckle, and I know I’m in big trouble when that particular laugh comes out of him. It’s a sign they are going to ruin me, and I’m going to be begging for them to do it all over again before this night ends.

  “Remember, you can always tell us to stop, Snow. We want to give you pleasure, not make you uncomfortable in any way,” Ollie murmurs in my ear, longing and lust tainting each word.

  I lick my lips in anticipation and raise my head to nod again, letting him know I’m ready and willing for anything they can give me.

  “Good girl,” Ash answers for his twin, as he bites my shoulder in such a way I’m seeing stars.

  “Please,” I sigh out, no longer capable of keeping silent.

  Whatever they have planned for me, I just want to do it already. This push and pull is excruciating, and my sanity is barely hanging on.

  “Fuck, how I love to hear you beg,” Ash mutters approvingly. “Such a fucking good girl. I think she deserves her reward, brother, don’t you?”

  The affirming, pleased smile on Ollie’s lips is in agreement, so his tender touch peruses down to a place that myself and only one other person has ever ventured.

  My ocean-soaked panties grow wetter with my own arousal when my core feels the heat of Ollie’s hand. Teasingly he brushes the fabric front to back, creating a delicious friction. Unable to contain myself, my head drops once more onto Ash’s shoulder, desperately wanting them to take care of me. Ollie pulls my panties to the side at the same instance I feel one of Ash’s hands rub against one aching breast.

  “Oh, God!” I yell, my face growing hotter by the intensity of their touch.

  The same thumb I was sucking on not a minute ago is now playing with my sensitive nub, toying with my clit in the same insane way my tongue had teased them earlier. To my side, Ash keeps playing with my heavy breast in his eager hand. But he’s no longer content in not having a taste of his own, and latches his firm lips on to my neglected, erect nipple, biting through the flimsy lace material.

  “Shit, that’s hot,” I hear Ollie murmur, and I don’t think his outburst was meant for my ears alone.

  I feel Ash’s grin on my skin as well as the tight, delectable pinch of his teeth.

  “Baby, I need to feel you. If it hurts too bad, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Ollie warns, but I’m too far gone to care for any pain that may come out of this moment.

  With his thumb still stroking me, I feel his large, dominant finger break through my folds, and my core, loving the intrusion, clenches around him.

  “So tight. Your pussy is just as perfect as you are, Snow,” Ollie praises, keeping to a rhythm my body approves and yearns for. The combination of the tiny circles to my clit and his ever maddening thrust inside my walls, start a series of incoherent ramblings.

  “You like Ollie fucking you with his hand, don’t you, baby? Just imagine what he can do with his tongue. One day my good girl is going to let both of us eat her out. Isn’t that right, Snow?” Ash provokes, the hungry timber in his voice making me skyrocket.

  “Yes!” I yell from the top of my lungs.

  “Shit, you’re squeezing me so good.” I hear Ollie growl, and the water around us starts to rise up at me in spurts.

  I look down and watch Ollie stroke himself underneath the water, mimicking the same timing of his finger thrusting inside me. With the sensual image still locked in my sight, I now become aware of Ash doing the same thing behind me. With his naked cock in his hand, I feel his tip touching my bare ass cheek, and the promise of otherworldly sensations is my breaking point.

  “I’m cumming!” I shout, unashamed about announcing it to the world so loudly.

  The outburst ignites their own desire to rise to its peak. As we come down from our moment of euphoria, reveling at the intensity we put our bodies through, all three of us gaze at the rays of moonlight now accompanied by a prism of colors that we created.

  “Now that was fun,” I hear Ash say with a raspy voice, before pressing a kiss on my shoulder blade.

  My eyes are still at half-mast, but they see Ollie’s post-orgasmic glow just fine. I don’t have a mirror to see how exhilarated I must look, but his face gives me a good mental picture.

  “How about we get out of the water?” Ollie asks, rubbing my arms, mistaking my post-orgasmic shiver for coldness.

  I’m about to tell him I’m fine, but Ash sweeps my legs out from under me, cradling me in his arms, and starts leading the way back to shore.

  “I think that’s a good idea. I don’t want you to catch a cold,” Ash rebukes. “Especially when it’s my turn to play. I’ll have you all warmed up in no time,” he says with a smirk, and just as I anticipated, both my loves have me begging and callin
g out their names many more times before the night’s end.

  I arrive home and carefully take my Chucks off before going in, to prevent alerting anyone at this late hour. My squeaky sneakers on the foyer’s marble floor would undoubtedly raise a light sleeper’s curiosity. It might be paranoia on my part since the staff’s quarters are far in the back of the house. But still, it would be an unnecessary risk not to be cautious.

  None of the staff here holds much love for Vivienne, but if their job is on the line, their loyalty is a given. I wouldn’t put it past my mother to fire someone if she found out they were protecting me in any way by keeping my late nights a secret.

  I hold my bag and my Chucks to my chest as I maneuver my way inside the dim-lit house. Only the glorious, full moon that was my witness this night offers enough light to lead the way to my room. I’m about to take the first step up the stairs when out of nowhere the lights turn on.

  “Sneaking in like a common whore, I see,” I hear my mother snark bitterly behind me. “Is that why you want to keep that abysmal little waitressing job of yours? To open your legs for any unsuspecting man you might encounter there?”

  The burn of her slander grips my throat with mighty, suffocating strength. I stiffen my back, not wanting her to know how her cruel words affect me, and turn around to meet the ice queen face-to-face.

  “I suppose I should have expected as much; that there was a reason for such insistence. Brookhaven doesn’t have many inhabitants, and I’m sure you’ve consumed all the opportunities there,” she adds, brushing imaginary lint off her shoulders.

  “I needed to do inventory at The Shack. That’s why I’m a little later than usual,” I lie, deflecting my mother’s crude, humiliating remark.

  “Inventory? Is that what little sluts call being on their knees nowadays?” she provokes further.

  “My definition of inventory is making a list of all the products and produce The Shack has. I’m unaware there is an alternative meaning. Maybe your version is a big-city thing. It certainly isn’t mine,” I quip back stoically, biting my inner cheek with my teeth, so she doesn’t see how little her vile words make me feel.

  “Cute, Holland. Very cute the way you try and stand up to me, but as long as you live under my roof, you will respect and obey me.”

  ‘Respect has to be earned, and I don’t live under your roof. I never have.’ I think to myself but bite my inner cheek further to prevent my own resentful rebuke from coming out.

  I might spend my summers in this house, but both of us know it’s because I have the right to. After all, it’s mine, not hers—a fact I know she tries desperately to forget. I might be holding my tongue, but with the way she is looking at me, she’s clearly reading the unspoken threat in my eyes.

  “I hope you show more refinement on Friday than you do now. Do whatever you want in the meantime, but at least pretend to be a dignified young lady by then.” I cringe, perplexed at her off-topic remark.

  “Why is Friday so special?” I question and then hold back a shudder when I witness a small, conniving look inundate my mother’s blue eyes.

  “You are to have lunch with me at the Ivory so I can introduce you to a very special friend of mine,” she announces, only increasing my worry.

  “You want me to meet your friends?” I ask dumbfounded, since never in all my seventeen years can I recall my mother willingly introducing me to any of her friends.

  “Not friends, foolish child, just friend. That distasteful task will come much later if all goes to plan. My friend will be bringing his daughter, too—a girl who is used to knowing her place. If you are unsure of what to do, I suggest mimicking her dignified form. However, if you can’t even do that right, all I expect from you is your silent presence. Am I clear?”

  “Crystal,” I reply without missing a beat. I desperately want to go up to my room and pretend she didn’t just cast an ugly shadow over what was one of the best nights of my life.

  “Good. I will have a dress picked out for you for the occasion, and my hairdresser will come in the morning to do something about your hair and makeup,” she explains, scrutinizing me further. “Actually, on second thought, I’ll have some girls from Monique’s come tomorrow evening also. You’ll need your nails done and skin thoroughly spotless for the next day,” she adds, her eyes cataloging all the flaws and imperfections she sees in me.

  “Is that all?” I ask dryly, keeping my voice painfully emotionless.

  “For now. Don’t be late tomorrow, Holland. I will not be pleased if you are.”

  “I can come home after the lunch crowd dies down, but I’ll need to return for the dinner rush,” I explain, although why I think she’d care for such matters is beyond me. But I can’t allow her to dictate any more of my time than necessary. If she feels I’m giving her even an inch, pretty soon she’ll take a mile. I’m not altering my summer just to bend to her unexpected whims.

  She rolls her eyes, displeased, but gestures with her hand dismissively, letting me know she accepts my demands and that I’m no longer needed.

  “Fine, have it your way,” she adds, and I turn to walk up the stairs, two at a time in search of my refuge. I haven’t even reached the final landing when my mother calls out to me, freezing me in place once again.

  “But Holland, remember you owe me. The only reason why you even work there comes down to my good graces. Fail me on Friday, and I won’t be as benevolent,” she warns, and the click-clack of her retreating heels become the soundtrack to the piercing of my heart by the underlying threat she so successfully delivered.

  Chapter 6

  Asher

  I laugh out loud at the string of ‘kill me’ emojis that Snow just texted—clearly frustrated in having to spend a girls’ day out with her mother. I honestly thought all girls liked that fluffy, pampering shit. You know, spending the day at some salon to get their nails done and whatnot, but apparently I’m a judgmental ass—her words, not mine. Her rant from last night—of girls not being all the same, just as all guys aren’t either—is still playing in my head since she gave us the heads up that today she wouldn’t be at the diner most of the day. I know her mother isn’t her favorite person in the world, so I’m not sure if it’s the makeover that has Snow upset, or the time she has to spend with her.

  Snow: This is hell. I feel like anything is better than this. Even an alien abduction, probing and all, would be preferable to this hellish experience.

  Me: I could think of another type of probing you might like even better. ; )

  Snow: I’m sure you can. But keep those thoughts to yourself. I don’t need to be thinking about you that way while my mother is sitting right next to me. Thank you very much.

  Me: Yeah, I’m sure mommy dearest would take offense at just how much probing I want to do to her daughter.

  Snow: Asher!

  Me: Ha ha ha! I love it when you get all riled up. Bet those cute cheeks of yours are all fiery-red. I could get you burning up somewhere else, too, if you want. : )

  Snow: I’m going to stop texting if you can’t behave.

  Me: Like I’ve ever behaved?! But suit yourself. You know I’ll just get my payback tonight.

  Snow: What type of payback are we talking about?

  I chuckle again, loving how my curious girl is all up for some frisky mischief.

  Me: The kind where those pretty nails you’re fixing are going to leave a mark down my back. Got to make the most of them, don’t you think?

  I watch as three little bubbles appear, then stop for a few seconds and start up again. I got her tongue-tied with all the images she must have in her mind. Good. Let her fantasies run free. The real thing is going to knock those suckers out of the water anyway.

  Snow: I have to go.

  I’m immediately disappointed with her ending our little tête-à-tête. Damn it. I must have pushed her a bit too far, or maybe being in the same room as her mother, while I’m trying hard as fuck to seduce her over text, is
just too much for my Snow. It doesn’t matter. I shine better in closer proximity anyway.

  I wait a few minutes for another text, but it doesn’t arrive. Either her mother is demanding all of her attention, or she’s feeling guilty that she can’t respond to me in kind. My girl gets shy and embarrassed far too quickly for my liking—something I’ve tried to rectify over the years I’ve known her. She’s been sheltered by her parents long enough and needs to let her hair down and her freak out. And she should be able to text her boyfriend without feeling culpable about it, too.

  In the past, anytime her mom or dad was in the picture, she wouldn’t return our calls and texts for hours. I got the feeling they remembered Snow’s existence only once in a blue moon, but when they did, Snow dropped everything she was doing to spend time with them.

  Ollie says I’m being unfair in thinking Snow’s parents are class-A douches. He believes the reason why they don’t give Snow more attention is that they must work their butts off during the year, the same way our girl does every summer. Even if that’s the case, in my book, it still doesn’t excuse their lack of parental love toward their daughter. And I know she isn’t getting that at home. One of the first things that drew me to Snow was that lonely, unloved glare in her eyes that she tries so hard to disguise. It’s always been easy for me to see the effects that neglect can cause—especially in a child’s eyes. Takes one to know one, I guess.

  Snow doesn’t have to tell us she has a shitty situation at home, in the same way, that Ollie and I don’t divulge every crappy thing our father does. We just know. Spending any amount of time rehashing ugly shit is not what I want to do when we’re with Snow. When we’re together, whatever time we’re afforded is precious, so we make sure our little escape from reality is drama free.

  Another ping sound comes through on my phone, announcing the arrival of a new text.

  Snow: We still on for tonight? Same place, same time?

  Me: You know it, baby. Bring a bikini this time. On second thought, don’t bring anything at all. ; )