Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

Holy shit, I can’t believe that just happened.

I toss some ice into the cup and pour some more to sip on.

“Aye, pour me one too, RaeRae.” Royce bounds my way, having locked up whatever they stole in the safe, I’m sure.

I do as he asks, holding in my frown when I turn around to hand him his, finding he’s slipped into the hot tub as well. The hot tub Chloe and her friend are now in.

She stands in the water, pretending to adjust the tie of her top all so she can push her chest toward Maddoc’s face.

Too bad for her his eyes are locked on me over her shoulder.

He likes me watching.

Leo steps up beside me. “Don’t let her see you hesitate.”

“I’m not hesitating.”

“What are you doing then?”

“Laughing at her antics.” If she was all she pretends to be, she wouldn’t mess with the teasing, she’d go straight for what she wanted.

“I don’t hear you laughing. You should just go over there, send her on her way.”

“I’m laughing on the inside.” I look to Leo, who frowns at the sight and I realize what’s happening here. He’s jealous. I turn my body to face him, and a splash of water sounds to my right.

The boys are now watching us.

“You want her, and you’re trying to use me to help make it happen.”

“How would I use you, the way the boys are?” He lifts his chin, but he sure as shit dropped his tone down a bit.

I’m not the one that fears a body, or three, in that hot tub.

“That’s right, Leo. Lower your tone so they don’t hear you. But if you thought they wouldn’t like what you had to say ... why would you still go for the wannabe insult and chance possibly disrespect your boys like that?”

“What are you trying to say?” He goes for a strong, hard tone, but every inch of him is suddenly laced with tension.

“I’m not trying to say a damn thing. You showed me all I need to know. One comment, one look and I’ve got you all figured out. You’re the odd man out, always. You stay as close as they let you but you’re never invited past the buzzer. And here I come, nothing to offer and uninterested in the game, and I’m staying in that fourth room.”

“Don’t fool yourself, it’s the pussy between your legs they want. They’ll throw you out when they’re done.”

“Like they do Chloe?” I taunt and his features harden. “Yet she still goes back for more, each and every time, leaving you sitting there wondering what they’ve got that you don’t.”

“RaeRae!” Royce calls, but he drags my name out more than normal. “I’m thirsty.”

Leo’s eyes cut their way before coming back to mine. “I can’t wait to watch you fall.”

“Don’t worry, Leo.” I smirk, walking backward. “Whores are good on their knees.”

I spin on my heels and force the frown to stay away.

It was a joke when I’d say it before, but I did just let all three touch me in some way. Maybe I am more like my mother than I care to admit.

I use my sex appeal against people all the time. I use it to decipher a man’s intentions by gauging the look in his eyes, to search for loyalty, to gain advantages. To get out of sticky situations.

My body is my weapon.

But I never take it further.

Laughter has me scanning the hot tub and as I would have suspected, each of the guys’ eyes are on me.

But tonight, I did, didn’t I?

I don’t realize I’m stepping away until Maddoc’s hand shoots out, grabbing onto my wrist. He tips his chin ever so slightly, silently demanding I stop with the thoughts he can somehow read.

Fingers brush mine and look to my other hand where Royce is reaching for his cup, his touch conveying the same.

A palm appears in front of me next and I look to its owner. Captain.

I place my hand in his, looking from Royce, to Maddoc, and back to Captain.

I let him lead me up the steps, even though I don’t need the help. Even though I don’t know if I want in. Even though all other eyes are on me.

I dip into the water and when Maddoc grips my hips, I let him pull me to his lap.

Chloe shifts her stare to me, rage growing in her eyes.

She slithers back, licking her lips in attempt to cover her displeasure. She slowly lets the jets push her farther left, closer to Royce, who would probably be all for it, but there’s plenty of others willing to play if he says go.

I lock eyes with him to make sure he’d be okay with it, suddenly not wanting to make the wrong move, and he looks from my blue-tipped hair to me.