Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

She let out a sigh. “And I’m sure you passed with flying colors.”

“It was hard,” I said, wanting to make her feel better.

She nodded and glanced back at Vincent before leaning in close to me. “Do they ever leave you alone?”

“No. It’s OK though. They keep Hail and his band of goons away.”

She seemed to contemplate that for a moment before nudging me with her elbow. “Have you. . .”

I shook my head, suppressing a smile. “No. Not with Vincent. Definitely not with Levin.”

“Dom?” She gave me a knowing look. “Girl, that boy is hell on Earth. Please be careful.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s just. . . I don’t know. Once they stop being dicks, they’re actually not bad. I mean, Vincent and Dom. Dom pisses me off like no tomorrow, but there’s just something about him. And Vincent…sex in a leather jacket. Levin is always a dick, but there’s even something about him—”

“You like my boy Levin?” Vincent draped his arm over my shoulder.

My face heated. I had no idea he’d closed the distance between us and was listening to our conversation. The fact I was blowing hot and cold about the guys made everything much more confusing. I knew not to let my guard down with them but couldn’t help just wanting to let go. I wanted to know what it would feel like. On the other hand, it terrified me. Those boys were fire, destined to destroy everything in their paths.

But damn if I didn’t want to play in fire and revel in their heat.

“No,” I said immediately.

“I thought I heard—”

“You didn’t,” I said sharply.

Vincent lifted a dark brow at me, not bothering to pursue the subject, but there was something in the dark depths of his eyes that made me uncomfortable.

“Are you going to homecoming?” Aubrey asked as we walked.

Vincent still hadn’t taken his arm from around my shoulders.

“I don’t think so,” I started, but Vincent cleared his throat.

“You’re going,” he said.

“Do the kings attend such affairs?”

“Of course we do. Free food and drink? The chance for my date to suck my cock or let me bury myself in her ass? What a silly question, baby B.”

I wrinkled my nose at his crude description of his evening.

“Well, I guess one of you is going to be disappointed because I’m not going, so someone will probably have to stay back with me.”

Aubrey frowned and glanced between me and Vincent. I hadn’t told her the intricacies of my arrangement with the kings, so her confusion was warranted.

“You’re going,” Vincent said like it wasn’t up for debate.

I shook my head, not bothering to argue with him. I couldn’t take anyone, so what was the point. My gaze landed on Fallon across the courtyard. He stared back at me, an expression on his face that made my body tingle.

I missed him. We hadn’t spent a lot of time together, but he’d embedded himself inside my head. He said it wasn’t a one and done, but it definitely wasn’t something that could last. And it sucked.

He tilted his head at me when Vincent turned to put money into one of the outdoor vending machines. I followed his gaze to the science building. He inclined his head once more and took off in that direction.

When I turned back, Aubrey was staring at me with narrowed eyes. She glanced at Vincent bitching at the vending machine for eating his dollar and gave a quick nod of her head.

It didn’t take me long to figure out she’d seen my exchange with Fallon and was willing to distract Vincent for me so I could see Fallon.