by R. A. Smyth
She gently squeezes my hand in hers in a comforting gesture, and I take some strength from that, and turn the handle, pushing open the door to my sanctuary.
Flicking on the light, it illuminates a forest green room. I have a large desk lining one wall, with several computer screens covering it, along with various pieces of hardware and other technical items. A large king-size bed is in the middle of the room, taking up most of the space, and I have a bookcase, a reading chair, and another desk with all my school stuff scattered across it on the other side of the room.
A large window, opposite the bed, overlooks the forest that runs along the back of the dormitories and dining hall. Moving over to it, I pull the blinds, tidying up the desk and whatever other clutter I can shove in the drawers—I probably should have tidied up before asking her to stay the night—until I feel a warm palm on my back.
Clutching the book in my hand, I turn to face Hadley. She looks so beautiful, standing there in only her sports bra and tight leggings.
“Can I have a top or something to sleep in?” she asks.
“Right. Yeah, of course.” I drop the book in my hand and cross the room to my chest of drawers, lifting out a t-shirt and handing it to her. I don’t know why I feel so awkward. It’s not like we haven’t been alone before. I’ve seen her naked and coming all over mine and Mason’s dicks for Christ’s sake, yet I can’t handle her being in my bedroom? What the hell is wrong with me?
She smiles softly as she takes the t-shirt from my outstretched hand before turning and moving over to the bed. With her back to me, she peels off her skin-tight bra while I stand there starstruck like a total fucking idiot until she slips the t-shirt over her head, cutting off my view.
Hitching her thumbs under the top, she wiggles her ass in an inviting manner that has my dick hardening, until her leggings peel down her legs. Kicking off her battered trainers, she steps out of them and looks back at me over her shoulder. “Are we getting into bed or what?”
When I don’t respond, unable to do anything more than stare at her standing there, wearing only my t-shirt that just about hits the top of her thighs, giving me a front row view of her long, toned legs, a small smile graces her lips.
“West,” she coaxes gently, “which side of the bed do you sleep on?”
“Oh.” I tear my eyes away from her legs, slowly lifting my gaze until I’m looking at her face. “The right side.”
She peels back the covers on the left side and slips between the sheets, looking like every wet dream I’ve had about her in my bed.
“Well, are you going to join me or just stand and stare at me all night?” Her words and inviting smile jolt me into action as I quickly strip off my top and jeans and, wearing only my boxers, climb in beside her.
“Why are you so nervous?” she asks, scooching closer to me until the bare skin of her arms and legs are pressed up against mine. Heat radiates out from where our bodies touch, making goosebumps pebble along my skin. How does she have such an effect on me? I’ve never been this nervous or awkward around a girl before. I like to be the one in charge. If I sleep with a girl, then I’m the one making the rules and telling her what to do, but I don’t feel any of my usual confidence right now.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I’ve never had a girl in here before.”
Shifting onto her knees, she lifts her leg over mine, until she’s seated in my lap and, holy fuck, does she feel fantastic with her warm, wet pussy pressing against my straining cock, nothing but the thin fabric of her panties and my boxers separating us.
“I like that,” she murmurs, trailing her fingers over my pec. I don’t have any of the muscle that Mason or Beck, or even Cam, have. I’m much leaner—skinnier looking—and I can only imagine what she’s thinking when she looks at me.
Lifting her gaze, she looks into my eyes. “I like you, just the way you are.”
“You don’t wish I was more of a fighter like Mason?” I half-joke, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Not only am I built completely differently to Mason, but I think and behave differently to him too. We probably couldn’t be more opposite.
“You’re more like Mason than you think.” Her words catch me by surprise, and she must see it on my face as she explains, “Where Mason uses his fists, you use your words to eviscerate your opponent. I see the same darkness in you as Mason; it just manifests differently. That’s good though, it means people underestimate you. They think you’re not capable of destroying them, but what they don’t realize is that your sharp tongue can do more damage than a roundhouse kick ever could.”
My hand slides into her hair as I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers. I can feel her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of my chest as I tug on her hair tie until her hair falls down around her shoulders in long, wavy strands.
My other hand slides under her t-shirt, gliding across the smooth, warm skin of her back, and pressing her more firmly against me. She grinds against my cock, and I groan into her mouth as she sighs, our tongues sliding over one another. She tastes like everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t get enough of her.
Eventually, I push her back, breaking our kiss even though my dick starts up a protest, and Hadley looks at me in confusion.
“I didn’t ask you to stay over so we could have sex. I just wanted to spend the night with you.”
She smiles seductively. “I kicked Hawk’s ass tonight, for the second time,” she says, confusing me as to why she’s bringing up her brother right now.
“Do you know what I like to do after a fight?” She bites her lip seductively, trailing her fingers down my chest. “I like to fuck.”
Chapter 9
The second the words are out of my mouth, my vision tilts, and the next thing I know I’m on my back with West’s lean body wedged between my thighs and his hard-on pressed perfectly against my wet panties as he hovers over me.
“You asked for it, Firefly,” he growls in a dark, seductive tone that has me grinding shamelessly against him. “You’re going to have to be quiet, though, unless you want your brother to come in here before I can make you see stars. Can you do that?”
He pins me in place with a serious look. This is the West that likes to be in control. The one that is in charge behind closed doors. Seeing him go all alpha and taking control only makes me wetter as I nod my head, biting down on my lower lip. I’m already suppressing a whimper and he’s barely even touched me.
He gets a feral look in his eye at my obedience before he slowly roams his gaze over my body, as though trying to decide where he should start. Tugging on my top, I sit up slightly so he can remove it, and he does the same with my panties, until I’m lying naked on the bed for him to feast his eyes on.
His tongue runs along his lower lip as his pupils dilate, and his hands trail over my hips and up my stomach before he grabs my tits, pushing them together and squeezing them.
My head falls back and a small moan escapes me, having already forgotten about my promise to keep quiet.
A sharp slap across my nipple has me gasping, and I snap my gaze to West’s. He gives me an admonishing look as he massages the spot he just slapped, and even though it was supposed to be a punishment, I can’t help the way my eyes roll back in my head as the bite of pain goes straight to my clit.
“I’ll have to stop if you can’t keep quiet,” he growls in warning.
Fuck no. He can’t stop.
I bite into my lower lip, more than willing to make myself bleed if it means he’ll continue to make my body come alive under his touch. His hands glide down my torso and over my thighs before he pushes them further apart.
“Fuck, you’re already dripping all over my sheets, Firefly.”
As soon as his fingers touch my clit, I jump off the bed, already so sensitive and eager for him.
He chuckles darkly, pleased with my reaction. With a hand pressed against my lower abdomen, pinning me in place, his other hand trails through my wetness before he inserts two fingers into me, mak
ing my back arch as I fist the bed sheets and bite my lip harder.
I’m practically vibrating with the need to come as he slowly slides his fingers in and out of me, driving me wild as I buck against him. It takes everything in me to stay quiet, only heightening my desire.
When he presses his thumb against my clit, I go off like a bomb. Blood floods my mouth as I pierce the skin with my teeth, but I barely feel the sting as pleasure flashes through my body, my legs trembling already.
West doesn’t give me a chance to recover, and I’m still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm when he pushes his boxers down his legs and, in one swift move, slams all the way into me.
I can feel myself spasming around him and my mouth drops open as he bottoms out, the tip of his cock hitting against my cervix. “Ohh,” I moan, losing any sort of control I had over my ability to stay quiet. My brain is hazy with the surge of hormones from my climax, and all rational thought has left the building.
Unfortunately, West hasn’t forgotten the rules, and just as quickly as his fucking amazing dick sunk into me, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty. I whimper at the sudden loss, searing him with a pleading look.
“If you can’t keep quiet Firefly, I’ll have to stop,” he threatens, all the while running the head of his cock up and down my pussy lips, smearing my juices and teasing me. “Do you want me to stop?” He presses the tip of his dick against my already highly sensitive clit, and I can’t do anything but shake my head. “Are you going to keep quiet?”
I nod my head this time, silently begging him with my eyes to shove his dick back inside me and make me fall apart.
“Good girl,” he purrs, slightly rocking his hips to tease me before pushing his way back in. He never breaks eye contact with me, his intense gaze holding me hostage as he picks up the pace, chasing his release. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist, my heel digging into his ass, urging him on as I race toward the light.
My pussy constricts and my back arches as I fist the bedsheets. I can feel it, that intense tightening in my lower belly, and I just know, regardless of my promise to keep quiet, I’m not going to be able to.
West must sense it too, as his hand clamps down over my mouth, silencing my scream as a blast wave explodes outward from my core, racing through my nerves all the way to my toes.
Panting heavily, I can hardly move, when I’m suddenly tossed onto my stomach, his nails digging into the soft skin of my hips as he hauls them up off the bed, lining me up before he slams into me. I bury my face in the pillow, silencing my whimpers as he hammers into me at a relentless pace, quickly sending me crashing toward my third fucking orgasm of the night.
This time, he dives off the cliff with me, grunting out his release as his cum hits my inner walls, before pulling me down onto the bed beside him.
“Fuck,” he pants breathlessly as he tugs me into his arms. He plants a fierce kiss on my lips, his tongue pushing its way past my teeth, and I suck him greedily into my mouth as our tongues clash together.
Despite how wrung out I am, I can feel my body gearing up for round two when he breaks away, climbing off the bed to get some tissues and wet wipes so we can clean ourselves up. Throwing the used tissues in the trash, he climbs back into bed, placing his glasses on the bedside table before once again wrapping his arms around me so I can rest my head on his shoulder, our legs intertwined. A tired, sex-hazed bliss surrounds us as sleep pulls me under, dragging me down into oblivion.
***
I’m awake early the next morning, as per usual, in exactly the same position I fell asleep—both of us must have slept like the dead.
Peeking up at West through my eyelashes, he’s still out for the count. His face is relaxed, with none of the usual hardness scoring his features. He looks so peaceful, like he doesn’t have a worry in the world. I wish that were the case.
Carefully, I untangle myself from him and slip out from between the sheets, pulling on the discarded t-shirt he gave me last night before slipping out of the room.
The amazing thing about sleeping over here—and the same at Beck’s—is that I don’t have to make myself look semi-human before caffeinating my system, so it doesn’t matter that my hair resembles medusa’s or that I have a terrifying resting bitch face first thing in the morning.
If anything, Mason seems to find it amusing, as he chuckles when I enter the kitchen, not at all deterred by the dark scowl I throw his way.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes in the morning.” He laughs.
He’s sitting at the barstools, drinking his own freshly made cup of coffee, but before I can throw something at his head, he gets up and grabs me a mug, filling it for me as I take a seat beside him.
“Mmm,” I groan as I wrap my hands around the hot mug and take a sip of the hot life-force within it.
“You have fun last night?” he asks with a knowing smirk, throwing me a dirty wink as I roll my eyes at him.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
He scoffs. “I’m pretty sure you were doing a lot more than just kissing last night.”
Tossing him a dirty look, I snark back, “What were you doing, standing at the door listening to us?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I wish, babe. If I’d heard those sweet moans coming from your lips, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from turning your two way into a three way.”
Well, damn. I totally would have been okay with that.
“Instead I settled for jerking myself off to the thought of that hot mouth of yours bobbing up and down on my dick.”
Fucking hell, he’s going to have me wet and needy before I’ve even had breakfast.
His gaze zones in on my lips as my tongue inadvertently flicks out, making him groan.
“Head out of the gutter, Little Warrior,” he murmurs, like I’m the only one whose thoughts had strayed to a dirty place. “Your brother will be in here any minute. We’re going to the gym, do you wanna come?”
I take another sip of my coffee as I think over his offer. Last night satisfied my urges for now, and honestly, I’m still a little sore from the fight, not to mention the delicious ache between my thighs from West last night. “Nah, I’m good. I think I’ll just stay here if that’s okay?”
“Of course it is. You can come here any time. I’d give you a key, but apparently you can just let yourself in.”
Hawk saunters into the kitchen, still looking bleary-eyed in his gym gear. “Morning,” he grumbles as he pours himself a coffee and sits down on the opposite side of the island.
“Good to see you look as shitty in the morning as I do.” I smile sweetly, feeling more alive now that I’ve finished my first cup of the day.
Mason laughs. “Ha, you think Hawk is a grouchy shithead during the day? You should get on his bad side first thing in the morning.”
“Shut up, asshole,” Hawk snarls, taking a large gulp of his coffee. “It’s a fucking ungodly hour of the day to be awake. Why do you go to the gym this early?”
“Why did you agree to come then?” Mason retorts, unfazed by what I’m guessing is Hawk’s typical early morning cantankerous nature. “You could have said no.”
“I must have been drunk. It’s still fucking dark out. No human should be up before the sun.”
Someone’s clearly not a morning person. I might look like death warmed up first thing in the morning, but I’m definitely an early bird like Mason. I love being up before everyone else and watching the world come to life around me. Maybe it’s because I spent so many years locked away in the compound, barely allowed to experience much of the outside world, but now that I’m free to do whatever the fuck I please, I want to soak up every second of it.
I share a look with Mason as he rolls his eyes at Hawk’s pissy attitude.
“Make sure you get whatever information you need from West today,” Hawk reminds me. “Now that we’ve announced the second month of not picking girls, they’re going to be out for blood.”
“Great,” I snar
k sarcastically.
I guess I’ll just have to show the pampered girls of Pacific Prep exactly how things are going to roll under my reign.
There's bound to be dirt on every girl here, it’s just a matter of finding it. I’m hoping whoever the guys are getting their intel from has enough for me to pull this off, otherwise I’m out of ideas. I haven’t the first idea how to befriend these girls, or get them to do as I say, so there’s no chance I can endear them into accepting the girl of the month tradition is finished.
I huff out a frustrated breath when Hawk continues to stare pointedly at me. “I’ll get it done,” I assure him.
It might be a job I couldn’t give less of a shit about, but I’ll do whatever I have to, to make myself seem useful to our parents and avoid any backlash coming back on any of the guys.
Seemingly satisfied, he nods, downing the last of his coffee before getting to his feet.
“Right, we going?” he asks Mason.
“Sure thing.”
As Hawk walks toward the door, Mason swoops in, planting a quick, searing kiss on my lips, leaving them tingling as the two of them leave the apartment.
Once I’m alone, I swivel slowly on my stool, taking in my view of the kitchen and living space from here while I ponder what to do with myself. We still have several hours before we have to head down for breakfast. I don’t know what time West or Cam get up, but I’d guess Cam is a last-minute kind of guy. I’d imagine West likes to take his time, so he’ll probably be awake in another hour or so.
Getting up, I refresh my coffee from the pot and saunter over to the living room and curl up on one end of the sofa facing the TV. Grabbing the remote, I surf through a few channels before finding something that looks half decent to watch.
