by Eva Ashwood
Desperately.
Hungrily.
Like I might never come up for air.
Bishop steered the car into a turn, and we all shifted in the back seat, Misael’s tongue sinking deeper into my core. I undulated my hips, working myself against his face as I felt the hard heat of Kace’s cock press against my lower back. Need spiking inside me, I shifted my hips again, grinding against Kace before offering myself to Misael again, and both boys groaned.
Misael sat back suddenly, licking his lips as he glanced over my shoulder at Kace. “Help me turn her.”
Before I could even register quite what he meant by that, the two boys moved in tandem, lifting me and flipping me over so I was on all fours on the seat, facing Kace, who was still leaning against the door. I blinked at him, and he gifted me with a rare grin, running a knuckle over my cheekbone as Misael’s hands skated over my ass, reaching under my short dress to slip beneath my panties.
Kace’s hands moved to unzip his fly, but before he tugged it down, he lifted an eyebrow at me.
“Blue?” he murmured.
I blinked again, completely lost for a moment.
Then I remembered.
Blue.
The word he had told me to say if I wanted to stop whatever we were doing. He had given it to me before he’d told me to suck his cock in the boys’ bathroom at school.
But I hadn’t said “blue” then. And there was no way in hell I’d say it now.
The windows of Bishop’s car weren’t tinted, but we were driving on dark, nearly deserted roads—I wasn’t quite sure where we were, but I was pretty sure he’d decided to take the scenic route home.
We could get caught. There was no denying that.
But the wildness these boys unleashed in me made it impossible to care about that.
Holding Kace’s gaze, I shook my head vigorously, and his smile widened as his hands resumed their motion, undoing his pants and pushing them down enough to give me access to his cock. I dropped my head to take him into my mouth at the same moment I heard another rustling sound behind me, and when Misael pushed my panties out of the way again, I groaned around Kace.
With his body partially draped over mine, Misael eased himself inside me, and I shuddered at the feel of it as he bottomed out in one slow stroke.
The car jerked slightly before straightening out, and Bishop cursed from the front seat.
“Fucking Christ.”
He sounded tortured, and I wondered if he was touching himself as he caught glimpses of the three of us in the back seat, as he listened to the sounds we made.
I hoped he was.
I hoped he was stroking himself, imaging himself buried inside me like Misael or thrusting his cock between my lips like Kace.
Thinking of Bishop jerking himself off in the front seat sent a wave of heat through me, and I renewed my assault on Kace’s dick, licking and sucking and hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down.
Misael was sliding in and out of me in slow, measured strokes, probably realizing the precariousness of our position. The fingers of one hand played over my clit, teasing me, building me up, and when the car shifted beneath us with another turn, we all made helpless noises of approval and arousal.
“Oh, shit, Cora,” Misael murmured, his voice rough. “Come for us. I wanna feel you fuckin’ come.”
His fingers moved faster, pressing harder against my throbbing clit, although his strokes in and out of me stayed steady and even. I swirled my tongue around the head of Kace’s cock, my toes curling inside the heels I was still wearing.
The blond boy’s fingers came up to tangle in my hair, taking control of my movement as I tried to relax my jaw, letting him take what he wanted. What he needed.
He was like a caveman sometimes, ruled by the most basic instincts.
But he was my caveman. And I fucking loved it.
His cock thickened in my mouth, swelling and growing harder, and I arched my back, writhing in his hold as Misael buried himself inside me and froze, his muscles tightening as he let out a choked grunt. His fingers kept swirling over my clit as he throbbed inside me, and he kept murmuring in a low voice, telling me how gorgeous I was, begging me to come for him.
The orgasm didn’t slam into me like a truck. Instead, it dragged me under like a slow rolling wave, and I let out a long, low moan around Kace’s cock.
“Fuck. Fuck. There. Just like that.”
He jerked his hips toward my face one last time, and a second later, he exploded into my mouth. Salty cum hit the back of my throat, and I drew back, trying hard to swallow it all. Some dribbled out and dripped back down his shaft, and I ran my tongue up his length to collect it.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. That was hot as hell.”
Misael groaned weakly, and a moment later, he pulled out, collapsing onto the seat beside me. All three of us were breathing hard, and I could feel dampness coating my thighs. The car smelled of sex and desire, and I glanced toward the front again, catching sight of Bishop’s face in the rearview mirror again.
“I’m regretting that I don’t have a goddamn self-driving car right about now,” he joked, his eyes gleaming with heat and amusement.
“Did you come?” I asked, rubbing my thighs together as I spoke. My dirty talk was nowhere near on par with Kace’s, but something about saying the words out loud made liquid heat pool in my belly.
Bish cocked an eyebrow at me. “I was tempted as fuck, with that little show you put on. But I don’t really feel like cleaning jizz off my dashboard.”
A surprised laugh burst out of me before I could stop it, and Kace and Misael chuckled beside me. They were both tucking themselves away, tugging their zippers back up.
An air of satisfaction filled the car, but I couldn’t just leave it like this.
These were my boys.
All three of them.
And I wanted to take care of them.
Scooting forward, I clambered awkwardly over the middle console into the front passenger seat. I was sure the action gave Kace and Misael full view of my ass, but neither boy uttered a word of complaint about that.
When I finally settled into the front seat, Bish glanced over at me with a quizzical expression.
“Get too crowded back there?”
“No.” I kicked my shoes off and pulled my legs up onto the seat, going onto my knees as I leaned over the console. “You said you didn’t want to make a mess. So I’ll clean it up for you.”
His expression shifted immediately as he grasped my words, his mouth falling open slightly. “Shit. Princess, I’m not gonna make you—”
I leaned over to kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth, stopping his words.
“You can’t make me do anything, Bishop Madigan,” I whispered, my voice warm and teasing. “I want to.”
Then I dropped my head, trailing kisses down the front of his shirt, lifting it out of the way so I could find the hard planes of his stomach with my lips as my fingers grappled with the button and fly of his pants. It was a little harder to get everything out of the way with the steering wheel a few inches from my head, but I managed it. Bish shifted his weight to help me, and I felt his fingers tangle in my hair as he took one hand off the wheel.
“Oh, fuuuck,” he muttered as my tongue darted out to lick the tip of his dick.
He was hard as steel, and beads of salty wetness had gathered near the small slit, evidence of just how turned on he’d gotten at the sight and sounds of us in the back seat.
I wrapped my lips around him, coating him in saliva and swirling my tongue over the smooth, velvety skin as I worked my head up and down. Kace’s taste still lingered on my tongue, and it mixed with Bishop’s unique flavor in a way that had my clit throbbing hard again.
I could never get enough of these boys.
Sometimes it felt like I’d die trying.
My whole body shuddered as I continued to suck and lick Bishop, and I squeezed my legs together, my hips rolling against air a
s arousal overwhelmed me again.
“Touch yourself, Princess.” Bish’s voice was low, a quiet command. “I can see how fucking turned on you are. Do it.”
Maybe another me in another lifetime would’ve shied away from the feelings raging through me. Maybe she would’ve felt a modicum of shame or embarrassment.
But that wasn’t who I was anymore.
Keeping one arm braced on the seat to keep myself steady, I moved my other hand between my thighs, delving into my panties to find the sensitive bundle of nerves there. My jaw was starting to ache, but I relaxed it as much as I could, bobbing up and down on Bish’s cock in the same tempo my fingers strummed my clit.
Harsh breathing filtered to my ears from the back seat, and I could only imagine what kind of sight the two boys in back were being treated to. With my head buried in Bishop’s lap, I couldn’t see either of them, but I could feel the heat of their gazes on me, lighting up my skin like fireworks.
Bish gave a choked grunt, his hips jerking up to meet me as his cock swelled. His cum hit my tongue, and it was like the first domino falling. My body locked up, my hips thrusting into my hand as another orgasm stole my breath. I swallowed down every drop of Bishop’s release, continuing to run my tongue up and down his length as my body finally relaxed.
For a moment, I just stayed like that, gathering my wits about me again.
I was draped over the center console, ass in the air and hand between my legs, Bish’s cock still held in my mouth. He’d hardly softened at all, and he twitched a little as I teased him with my tongue.
When I finally released him, he used his grip on my hair to pull me in for a kiss, sliding his tongue against mine for one blissful second before he pulled away to put his gaze back on the road.
I sat back in the passenger seat, buzzing with contentment and satisfaction. Tonight had been a good night.
No, an incredible night.
The boys had helped me uncover a huge lead, bringing me so much closer to figuring out how my father had been framed. I knew how much Bishop hated him, I was more grateful than I could say that they had agreed to stand by my side in this. To help me, despite every reason they had not to.
The car was quiet as we all tried to recover our breath, and Bishop hit the button on the dash to turn on the radio. I ran a hand through my tangled blond locks, then flipped the visor down to try to check my appearance. There was no mirror on the back of it though, and when Bishop glanced over, he shot me a sinful grin.
“If you’re wondering how you look, Coralee, the answer is ‘freshly fucked.’”
I swatted at his arm, sinking back against the seat. “Huh. Wonder who’s fault that is?”
“Dunno.” He reached over to rest a hand on my thigh, sliding it up my leg just enough to make my hips jerk a little. “Like you said, I can’t make you do anything.”
Misael and Kace chuckled in the back, I grabbed Bishop’s hand, resting mine over his and interlacing our fingers. I wasn’t ready for him to stop touching me, even just a simple touch like this.
I also wasn’t ready to go home, but after another few minutes, I started to recognize our surroundings, and a little while after that, Bish turned onto our street.
When he pulled up in front of my house, I caught sight of Mom’s new car—the gift from Mr. Jemison—in the driveway.
“Guess she’s back,” I muttered.
“Yeah.” He squeezed my leg, probably noticing the conflicted emotions in my tone.
She’d been gone for almost two weeks, and a part of me had missed her. But another part of me was almost sad she was back. It would mean an end to me and the Lost Boys playing house, to them spending nearly every night in my bed, to us cooking and eating dinner together.
“Hey, Coralee.” Misael reached up from the back seat to run a hand down my arm. “We’ll still be around, ya know.”
“Yeah,” Kace said. “And we’ll help you figure out what the fuck to do about Luke Carmine. If he’s really the one who was after your dad, maybe there’s a way to prove he worked with the Feds to frame him.”
Bishop’s grip on my leg tightened briefly, and his expression was hard as he gazed out the window. But he didn’t contradict Kace’s words.
“Thank you.” I craned my neck to look into the back seat. Then I turned toward Bishop again, leaning over to press another kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. For everything.”
His expression softened a little, and he turned his head to gaze into my eyes. “For you, Coralee? Anything.”
I kissed each of them goodnight, then slid out of the car and made my way inside the house. I had no idea if Mom was awake or not, but I didn’t bother trying to fix my clothes or makeup or get the smell of sex off me before I stepped inside.
Honestly, I didn’t much care if she saw me like this.
Bishop might’ve teasingly told me I looked freshly fucked, and I was sure he was right.
But I also felt completely loved.
Twenty-One
With Mom back home, the small house felt cramped and uncomfortable. Not because she took up that much space, but because of all the unspoken words crowding the air around us, stifling me and making it feel hard to breathe.
She said nothing about the car that sat out front in the driveway on Monday morning, where the boys sat waiting patiently for me. I said nothing about who she’d spent the Christmas holiday with.
The silence seemed to be our white flag.
I wouldn’t argue with her about her affair, and she wouldn’t argue with me about the company I was keeping.
It was an arrangement that suited me well enough, especially since I wasn’t planning on telling her about what we’d found out about Luke Carmine over the winter break. The less my mom knew at this point, the better. Things would come together when they came together.
If they came together.
The first day back at Slateview felt like settling into a well-worn routine. There was something almost comforting in the familiarity of it as we pulled into the parking lot, hopping out of the convertible, and headed into the school building together—the four of us in a tight group.
To be honest, I was mostly taken off guard by the fact that an entire semester had already come and gone, and now, in the last half of the school year, I was finding myself more comfortable than I’d ever imagined I could be when I’d first arrived here.
This place, these people, were all starting to feel like… home.
For most of the day, I found myself in a lingering state of sentimentality. I stuck close to my boys in the hallways, and we sat with Jessica and Liam at lunch, joking around like we were old friends and I hadn’t just come into the picture mere months ago.
But as we finished eating, I noticed a shift in Bishop’s demeanor, tension gathering in his shoulders. I glanced at him quizzically, and he shook his head, flicking his gaze toward Jessica and Liam. This was something he obviously didn’t want to talk about in front of them.
I waited, my stomach tightening with nerves, until the two of them cleared away their trays. As soon as they headed for the door, Liam’s arm wrapped around Jessica, I turned to Bish. His face was set with hard lines.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“We’re going to talk to Eli after school.” He glanced at the other two, who nodded their agreement. They’d obviously consulted about this already. “He’s the closest person we’ve got to Luke, so he’s the best source for answers we’ve got. And he’s got no one else here in his corner. It’s the perfect time, perfect place. No one will say or do anything about it. I can have Misael walk you home if you don’t want to stick around—”
“No. I want to,” I said immediately. “I want to be a part of this.”
Bishop looked down at me, and I could tell he probably would have preferred it if I said I’d just go home. But after a brief hesitation, he nodded.
“Okay. Meet us around back. The spot where we first met you when you came to school.”
I remembere
d it. The little alley just off the side of the cafeteria. I nodded.
“You got it.”
The rest of the school day was a blur. Teachers were hard at work trying to get everyone amped up and ready for the semester, but I couldn’t focus on a single thing they said.
Finally, last period came and went. I decided to leave my textbooks in my locker, since I was fairly certain that school supplies wouldn’t be needed for whatever was about to go down between the boys and Eli.
I hung out in one of the bathrooms for a few minutes before heading out to where Bishop told me to meet him and the boys, waiting for the hallways to clear out. By then, most of the students had left school grounds. There were a few after-school programs, but almost no one stuck around on campus after classes got out. Besides, no one would give me shit about what I was doing even if they were around; since I’d been taken in by the Lost Boys, I could essentially do what I wanted without interference.
By the time I showed up at the spot Bishop had mentioned, the group was already there. I didn’t know how they’d managed to get Eli to agree to meet us here, but how probably wasn’t the important part. He’d come. That was all that mattered.
Eli leaned against the wall, looking every bit as cocky and self-assured as he ever did. Kace and Misael flanked him, with Bishop standing in front of him. When I came into view, he looked over to me and smirked.
“Oh, hey, Coralee. You here for the party too?”
Hearing the boys’ nickname for me on this assholes’ tongue set my teeth on edge, and my hands unconsciously curled into fists.
“Her name is Cordelia,” Kace growled, sounding even more pissed off about Eli’s use of my nickname than I was.
“And you’re not talking to her,” Bishop added, taking a small step toward Eli. “She’s just here to watch.”
The new kid’s gaze flickered back over to Bishop, giving him his signature I don’t give a shit what you say face.
“Ooh, you want me to put on a show, pretty boy? That’s kinky.”
In a flash of movement, Bishop got up in his face. The energy in the air almost crackled, and I couldn’t help but brace myself, as if there was a storm coming.
