Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

The thought lodged in my mind, and I smiled softly to myself as I resumed walking toward them, my skin heating slightly at the feel of their attention on me.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Coralee.” Misael grinned at me as I approached, accepting a towel as his heated gaze perused my body.

I leaned up onto my tiptoes to kiss him, resting my palm against his chest. They would have to leave soon. I knew it, and I was sure they knew it too. I could feel us all trying to brace ourselves for that moment, trying to prepare for our inevitable parting.

One more kiss, a little voice in my mind kept whispering. Just one more kiss.

But it would never be enough. Every kiss I stole just made me hungry for the next one, a need that seemed to build and grow the more I fed it.

After we had dried ourselves off a little, the boys gathered their wet clothes as I picked up my dress and slipped it back on. I went without both bra and panties, zipping the dress up before turning to look at my three boys. Their damp clothes clung to their muscled bodies, highlighting every line and angle, and I bit my bottom lip, desire welling inside me once again.

Bishop gave a low chuckle and tugged me into his arms, pressing me full-length against his wet body. I yelped as water seeped into my dress, chilling my skin, and he stole the sound from my mouth as he kissed me, nearly bending me backward as he took it deeper and deeper.

When he finally released me, the front of my gown had turned a darker color from the water it had absorbed, and I laughed as I looked down at myself.

Then Bishop’s hand caught my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “It’ll be alright, Cora. We’ll figure something out. Don’t lose hope, okay?”

I reached up to grab his hand, clinging to it as I nodded. “Can I see you again soon?”

“Princess, you can see us any fuckin’ time you want.” Kace turned my head to steal a kiss, and Misael followed suit.

Then, as if they knew they’d never leave if they didn’t go now, all three of them turned and headed for the door, disappearing back into the night like shadows.

I stood in the empty pool house for several long minutes, staring out into the darkness of the back lawn until I was sure they were gone—that they’d gotten off the property safely. Then I gathered up my soaked, destroyed undergarments and threw them in the trash before heading upstairs. My hair smelled strongly of chlorine, and I could feel cum sliding down my thigh, but it was with reluctance that I stepped into the shower in my en suite bathroom.

Part of me didn’t want to get clean.

The Lost Boys had made me dirty, and I wanted to stay dirty for them.

They had ruined me.

And I wanted to stay ruined.

At school on Monday, I clung to memories of the boys’ visit, relishing the pleasant soreness between my legs.

I focused on Bishop’s command that I not lose hope, doing everything I could to obey. But it wasn’t easy.

Once, the halls of Slateview High had felt threatening and foreign. Now the corridors of Highland Park Academy felt that way. I had been back in classes for three weeks, and instead of getting better, it had only gotten more difficult.

I didn’t fit here anymore.

Everything was bright and polished, not a single thing out of place. From the outside, the school looked perfect. But like so many other things about my life, it was an illusion.

Several of my old “friends” had tried to welcome me back into the fold with open arms, claiming they had wanted to reach out to me after my dad’s arrest but hadn’t been allowed by their parents. I didn’t buy those stories, and I wouldn’t have cared even if they were true. As far as I was concerned, everyone from my previous life had shown their true colors when disaster struck my family. It had revealed the true depth of our friendship, which was about as deep as a two inch grave.

The three girls I’d considered my best friends before my life had spiraled off its axis, Caitlin Barrington, Felicia Prentice, and Allison Rhodes, were interested in rekindling our friendship only in ways that benefitted them. I was a novelty around Highland Park now, and hanging out with me garnered them extra attention.

But that was the extent of it. None of them had any interest in learning what my life had truly been like while I’d been living in a part of Baltimore most of them had never even visited. None of them cared that I didn’t want

the marriage that would soon be forced on me.

None of them understood.

For the most part, I kept my head down at school and just tried to get by. My classes were much more difficult here than they had been at Slateview, where overworked and underpaid teachers had barely had the time or energy to hold their students to any kind of standard.

But as it turned out, keeping my head down was harder than I’d hoped.

As I walked through the halls after lunch period on my way to Chemistry, several girls I didn’t know well stepped in front of me, blocking my path.