Love Me, Baby: A High School Bully Romance (Silver Creek High Book 3)

by Belladona Cunning

  “Just shut up and fuck me,” I whimper, a tight gasp falling from my lips when Quinn drags my mouth to his, taking me in a ferocious kiss.

  Shuffling up to his knees, Asher grabs my legs and spreads me wide for him. He slowly nudges his hard cock through my wet pussy lips, softly thrusting back and forth, readying me.

  Then he slides deep inside me, forcing me up the bed with his powerful entrance. He pulls back, then slams into me while I grip tighter onto Ellis and Quinn. His fingers wrap around my hipbones and the top of my thigh as he holds me in place, thrusting his cock in and out.

  “Mmm, that’s so good.”

  A load moan escapes me at the feeling of him hitting my cervix. Arching my back, I nearly come undone when Ellis latches onto my right nipple, swirling his tongue around the nub, before taking it between his teeth.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.” My walls clench around him at the sound of his passion-riddle voice.

  Arching my back, he pumps his hips hard inside me, grunting and groaning. Fingers wrap around the base of my throat, the action forcing my eyes open to stare into his. His jaw clenches tight as his cock continues its brutal assault on my pussy. His tongue darts out to lick along his bottom lip before he takes it between his teeth.

  When his grip tightens on my throat, I feel the stirrings of my climax take flight. I moan, writhe, and shake with passion as he loses himself. My thighs clench, my stomach fills with heat so hot it nearly singes my insides. My body wracks, vision shakes, and blasts of color shoot off every time I blink.

  I cry out in pleasure when I feel fingers circling around my bundle of nerves, the euphoria starting a chain reaction as my climax races through me. Back bowing off the bed, Asher pounds into me, fucking me through my orgasm. Stars dance behind my eyes, then glorious, wonderful heat, as Asher spends inside of me, growling his release.

  “Goddamn.” His chest rises and falls in quick succession, and all the strength seems to slip right out of him.

  His body settles on top of mine once more, but this time, I’m satiated and with a giant smile on my face. It doesn’t matter which man I’m with. They all complete me so wonderfully.

  “Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he mumbles in a lust-filled voice.

  I ease my fingers into his hair as Ellis douses the lights and the other two slide closer to me. Each of their deep, rhythmic breathing coaxes me to a state of bliss. Asher tightens his arms around me, pulling me flush with his chest. After a few minutes, I allow the darkness to take me away, knowing I’m protected and loved beyond all measure.

  CHAPTER 18

  I silently stew all morning. Hell, I have been for the past two weeks. Not even the things the guys and I got up to over the course of that time make any of it better. It stings, and watching as Quinn, Ellis, and Asher pretend as if nothing is wrong is getting to me. They should know better. The moment we woke up after Callum never showed up, their stiff postures and shifty glances told me they knew Callum’s absence upset me, but they weren’t going to do anything about it.

  I can’t fault them for distracting me how they did, nor how they have been since then, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. Callum should have been there last night. We should have been together, figuring out all this confusing stuff out. But that didn’t happen. He never showed up. Never even called. And the guys are trying to make it better by touching, kissing, and loving up on me.

  Two weeks of loving up to me doesn’t mean that I don’t notice Callum’s absence. I do. It feels like a crater inside my chest.

  No can do. There’s no way they can get out of it this time. I explicitly stated I wanted all four of them there and have repeatedly since that night. Asher knows what this is about, but the other three, they’re still clueless.

  There’s nothing I can do about it now, either. I’ve tried getting Callum alone, that doesn’t work. I’ve tried everything I can think of except sending out smoke signals. I’m lost. I truly have no idea what to do.

  And this class is a killer. We’re well into our third class of the day; the class I have with all four of them. Only, there are only three sitting next to me. The fourth? He’s sulking over in the corner with his cheap, plastic little girlfriend drooling all over him.

  Gah! Just looking at the two of them together makes me want to rip her throat out. She touches him, thinking she has all the right in the world, when really, she’s not even on the same level. He’s so much better than her. Better than her transparent personality and fake smile. More wholesome than her thinly veiled threats and egotistical attitude.

  She’s not even half the person Callum is. In a way, that makes me feel sorry for her. She tries so hard, and when that doesn’t work, she uses brute force. She’s the queen bee only because people with no money and power are terrified of her family. It’s not because they respect her, they just hate to think about the things her family can make happen out of thin air.

  Why would Callum’s mother want him subjected to something like that? It makes no sense. I know she hates me, that was made clear the last time we traded words with each other. She couldn’t stop sneering at me long enough to answer a simple question. She loathes me for a reason I’m not privy to, and one of these days, I will find out what that reason is.

  Heated breath trickles over the back of my neck. “You’re staring awful hard, sweetheart.”

  I bite my lip, exhaling. “We shouldn’t make him do this. He’s so miserable.”

  “Being close to her is the only way to find out what’s going on,” Quinn whispers, then goes even further by darting out his tongue and running it along my ear. “It also keeps his bitch of a mother off his back.”

  “I know.” I bite my lip when he licks me again, trying my best not to quiver in my seat. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I like it.”

  This period is a free period. It’s right after lunch, and before we get to our longest class of the day. There is only one teaching assistant in the room, that doesn’t watch any of us, just looks at their phone the entire time. We’re supposed to use this period to catch up on homework or study for exams, but I can’t do any of that. I can only focus on the fact Alessandra gets closer and closer with every inhale and exhale.

  I’d like to throat punch her. Watch her fight to breathe the air she’s stealing from my lungs. She’s nothing but a thief, plain and simple. And that thief is about to lose her goddamn hand if it inches down to Callum’s dick one more time.

  I stiffen in my seat, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk until they’re an unhealthy shade of white. I’m imagining it's her neck. The smooth column of skin that’ll give underneath my punishing grip. The porcelain flesh that’ll bruise under my fingertips as I watch the life slowly drain out of her eyes.

  She’s taunting me. She thinks she’s this untouchable woman, but she’s nothing more than a pathetic little girl trying to play grown up games. Callum won’t save her if I beat the brakes off her ass. He won’t even care. She’s a means to an end, and if she lays another finger on him, I will flip.

  I’m blatantly staring at the both of them now, not able to take my eyes off the train wreck. My jaw clenches in anger as I watch her carelessly throw her leg over his, the action making her red lace panties visible under the booty skirt she wore today.

  It’s fucking fifty-two degrees today. Not the type of weather to wear a skirt in.

  “Fucking whore,” I mutter under my breath.

  Alessandra peers toward me from the corner of her eye. A sadistic smirk falls over her features, and her face grows closer to Callum’s. He flicks his eyes in my direction, and seeing the look on my face, gently pushes her away. If I wasn’t so pissed off right now, I’d probably laugh. But as it is, I’m trying to keep myself from lunging at her.

  She looks affronted by his actions, a scowl burrowing in her features. I can’t help but to shoot a pleased smile toward him, watching as his face stays stoic but his eyes light up.

  You know what; I don’t even care. I’m a
bout to blow him a kiss right here and now, unforgiving if Alessandra sees or not. It isn’t until I hear something come from beside me that has me breaking my gaze from Callum’s with reluctance. Two large, innocent green eyes stare into mine with trepidation. Blonde, wispy hair fans across her thin face and jagged cheekbones. She’s pretty in an anime sort of way, but that’s beside the point.

  “What did you just say?” If I heard what I think I heard, shit will go down. I won’t be able to stop it, nor will any of the guys. My heart is already jack hammering in my chest with the adrenaline pumping through it.

  Her cheeks flush, and she glances to her left to someone behind me. Turning, I find Gia glaring at us. Mock laughing, I flip her off and turn around to face Green Eyes again.

  “Don’t mind her, she’s naturally a bitch.” I smile warmly, hoping that’ll get her to repeat what she just said. It softens her, thankfully, enough for her to smile in return. “You were saying?”

  She nibbles on her bottom lip, thinking it over, then leans toward me. “No one thinks I see anything, but I do. I see everything.”

  I pop an eyebrow, signaling for more.

  “That guy over there—he used to be your boyfriend, right?” Who is this chick?

  “Um, yeah.”

  She giggles, and I almost cry from the whimsical tune of it. I’ve never seen her before, or if I have, I don’t remember her. A seedling of doubt races through me that whispers she could be a person I’ve hurt in the past. But I push that down and continue on my quest for knowledge. It’s always the shy ones you need to watch out for. People say the strong will rule the world one day. No. It’s the seemingly weak individuals that have an armor made of steel.

  “All these people around here know the truth, but they won’t tell you. Gag order and all that.” She sniffs.

  “What are you talking about?” I feel a warmth behind me, knowing Quinn’s getting in on the action, too. But I can’t bring myself to acknowledge him just yet. Whatever this girl is trying to ramble on about feels important.

  “Lockridge never agreed,” she giggles, picking up her pencil to doodle on the notebook sitting in front of her.

  I narrow my eyes at her. “Agreed?” Quinn’s strong hand lands on my shoulder, gripping tightly. I quickly glance back at him before fixing her with my gaze once more.

  She leans over, conspiringly. “Him cheating? He never agreed.”

  Is this girl for real? “Uh, yes, he did.”

  She shakes her head, chirping. “Nuh-uh.”

  My eyes break away from hers once more. Quinn has the same quizzical expression on his face I’m wearing. Consider me intrigued, because this is the first I’ve heard of something like this. I’m confused, and a little angry, on how he didn’t agree to cheat on me with Alessandra. I saw it with my own two eyes. His lips on hers. Him pushing her up against the wall, taking everything he wanted.

  “Quit blowing smoke up my ass,” I fume, twisting around in my seat with a huff.

  “I never really got that phrase.” She chuckles, ripping a piece of paper out of her notebook before shoving it toward me. “You’re welcome.”

  I give into the impulse of rolling my eyes before looking down at the paper in front of me. My jaw clenches so tight I fear my teeth will crack under the pressure. Sitting there, right in front of me, in her girlish handwriting is the reason she doesn’t think Callum cheated. And you know what, it’s a pretty goddamn good reason if she can back it up with facts.

  AL had his drink spiked with M that night.

  Quinn’s upper body presses me into my seat as he scans the page in front of me. His breath halts, and I can only imagine what’s going through his head, because I can guaran-damn-tee the same thing is going through mine. Snatching the paper off my desk, he settles back behind me.

  Alessandra drugged Callum. She put Molly in his drink, allowing him to ingest that tainted liquid and force him to act like a fool. Everyone knows that Molly can have different effects on a person. Usually, it alters sensations, gives energy, and heightens pleasure. That fucking bitch.

  A growl rumbles inside my chest as I sneak a scathing look over at queen bitch. I’ve felt anger—soul consuming, all-encompassing hatred—before, but nothing even remotely to how I feel in this moment. It courses through my veins like venom, poisoning my bright red blood into something dark and tainted.

  “Calm down, sweetheart,” Quinn whispers, but even I can hear the gritting anger filtering through his voice as well. “We’ll get to the bottom of it.”

  “She needs to pay,” I seethe, the fire blazing through me makes me unable to focus on his skillful hands rubbing my shoulders. He’s trying to ease the tension, but there’s no alleviating this. I want retribution on Callum’s behalf.

  I can feel it rising, mounting. My entire body trembles, even as I try to close my eyes and breathe through the fury. A firm hand lands on my upper bicep as strong, nimble fingers wrap around my arm holding me in place. Until that moment, I didn’t register that I had twisted in my seat like I was about to get up and go for her.

  My eyes meet Ellis’ gaze, seeing the worry shining in his eyes. That is until Quinn shows him the paper. Worry no longer has a place in his stormy depths. He’s furious, feral. His features mirror my own.

  This entire time, I thought he cheated on me willingly. Green Eye’s story has no proof, but I’m sure it won’t be that hard to corner Alessandra and get the information I want. She is complacent. When someone gets smug, they get sloppy. She will let her guard down, and that’s when I’ll pounce. It’s taking everything inside of me not to go for her right now. The only thing stopping me is Callum. Knowing he will have to put up with his mother if shit goes south.

  Closing my eyes, I take a large lungful of oxygen to help center myself. It takes a few moments, but when I do, I turn my head in Green Eyes’ direction. She peers at me innocently, as if she didn’t just obliterate my entire world.

  “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

  She gives me a soft smile, her eyes falling away to glance around me toward the boys, before bringing her gaze back to mine. This time, I see guilt and shame flickering through her watery eyes.

  She sighs, as if expelling demons out of her body. “Because she forced me to put it in his drink.” She holds her hand out. “I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. I’m the bastard child no one talks about—Danika Lennox.”

  CHAPTER 19

  I flop onto my bed after school, my eyes staring up at the ceiling but not focusing on anything in particular. Alessandra has a half-sister no one knows about. How the fuck is that possible? This is Silver Creek. Anyone who knows anything makes sure it gets around. You’d have to try really hard to keep an actual kid a secret.

  And the drugs. What. The. Fuck?

  I know landing someone like Callum would be a powerful move for her family, but why go through so much trouble. What she did is unethical and downright illegal. She took advantage of him in his drunken state, making me believe wholeheartedly that he chose her over me. That’s downright disgusting.

  With everything going on with Coach Rice’s arrest, my rapist/stalker, the secrets my family is mixed in with—I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It seems like secret after secret is bubbling up from the ground and it’s slowly pulling me under.

  I have a feeling these secrets have deadly consequences. Don’t ask me how I know this, I just have that feeling. There are mysteries that need to be unearthed before it’s too late. Probably not the smartest idea, to go looking for trouble, but it’s my only option. I need to figure this out before it’s too late, and it costs people their lives.

  Dramatic? Possibly. But that changes nothing. Secrets have a way of catching up to people, and they will not catch me with my pants down when they do. I’ll be ready for it, no matter the cost. I owe it to them, my guys and family, to get this shit together. And my first point of action is getting Callum out of his horrid situation.

  With my mind m
ade up, I dig my cell out of my pocket and find our texting thread. Callum’s and mine, not the group. This is a personal matter that I need to attend to myself.

  Me: Cal, we need to talk.

  I wait, passing the time by humming a song under my breath. I’m antsy, nervous. Hopefully, he gets this is urgent and messages me back soon.

  Minutes go by, then what feels like hours. Tears of frustration dance along the surface of my eyes as I can do nothing but wait for his reply. And finally, when I think he’s never going to text back, I hear the ding I’ve been waiting for.

  Callum: Little mouse, I’m sorry, but I’m busy at the moment.

  He’s busy? With fucking what? Every freaking time I need to talk to him or anything that pertains to us and the guys, he’s always freaking busy. It’s hard not to get pissed or jealous, especially since he’s spending so much goddamn time with her.

  My blood heats to a steady simmer when I reply.

  Me: But nothing. This is fucking important.

  Again, it takes several minutes before he replies. By the time he does, I’m pacing my bedroom, cursing him under my breath. He has to know how important this is. If I’m going out of my way, knowing he has to keep his mother off his back, I sure as shit wouldn’t contact him because of something idiotic.

  This is serious. Deadly so.

  Callum: Jess, I really can’t talk right now.

  My teeth grit together in anger.

  Me: I wouldn’t contact you if this wasn’t important. Make. Time.

  Callum: Can I call you later?

  My eyes round in disbelief. Even when things were terrible at the beginning, he’s never pushed me off so callously before. Sure, he had his reservations. But since we all got together, he’s never ghosted us like this. It hurts. It feels like a bullet ripping straight through my heart.

  Me: You’ve been distant since you got back with her. This is pretend; it’s fucking fake.

  Callum: Baby, please.

  He’s not even going to give me a moment to tell him. Not one freaking second. I hope whatever is going on is important, because I’m done trying to get through to him. It’s not that he’s changed, but more or less, has a one-track mind. He’s putting all his efforts into pleasing his mother, so she doesn’t convince his father to take his inheritance and position at the Empire away from him.