Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

I shook my head, unable to find the words to respond. But he’d spoken my own thoughts aloud. He knew exactly how I felt.

His arms banded around me, one hand moving to my breast to tease and massage the soft flesh while the other moved down to find my clit. He worked slow circles around it as he fucked me slowly, gently even, as if he knew my body couldn’t handle anything more right now.

I could still feel Kace and Misael in me, could feel their cum leaking from the place where Bishop impaled me, could feel the way my body had stretched to accommodate them.

That thought made me groan, and when Bishop sped up the pattern of his fingers, my legs locked up and my back arched as I came hard, squeezing his thick length as my core convulsed around him.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

He grunted out the words as he swirled his hips against my ass, thrusting as deep as he could as his cock jerked and swelled inside me.

My body went completely boneless, and I could feel him relaxing beneath me, both of us completely spent. My head tipped back, my eyes closing as I lost myself in the echo of sensation.

“Holy shit,” Misael muttered. He had knelt on the floor a few feet away as both he and Kace watched us, and I could hear a rasp in his voice that sent a pleased little shiver up my spine. “I think I’m fuckin’ addicted.”

I lifted my head, shifting my gaze from him to Kace before tilting my head to press a kiss to Bishop’s sweat-dampened neck.

“Good,” I murmured.

At least I’m not the only one.

We ended up in my room afterward, snuggled together in a tight pile on my bed. It was a snug fit, the four of us on the full-sized mattress, but there was something… reassuring about it.

In the middle of the night, I stirred when I heard the front door open and close softly. Quiet footsteps went down the hall, passing my bedroom door on the way to the back of the house. Blearily, I disentangled myself from the boys—all three of whom remained sleeping quietly where I left them. I trekked with light feet toward my door and peeked out. Mom had ducked into her room by then, but her door was slightly ajar, and dim light spilled through the crack.

Part of me wanted to go to her, to confront her and demand to know what had kept her out so long. I wanted to ask her where the money was coming from, where the new clothes and car and jewelry had come from. I wanted to ask what she’d been doing lately that kept her out of the house more often than she was in it.

I had been telling myself that maybe she’d found a job. It could explain most of her odd behavior lately, and justify why she was gone so often. It was the most harmless explanation I could think of, and I hoped to God I was right.

But the honest truth was, even though dozens of questions beat against my rib cage, demanding to be let out, I wasn’t prepared to ask her any of them.

Because I wasn’t ready to face the truth.

Nine

“Think we can pick up some grub before we head over to Jessica’s?”

We were in the car, heading away from Slateview after school had let out. We were going to have another study session at Jessica’s and possibly head over to the warehouse to hang out after.

“Grub” sounded amazing; I hoped that it was burgers.

Bishop chuckled at Misael’s suggestion. “Yeah, sure. We’ll pick some up for Jessica and Liam too. They’re probably already at her place since they don’t take forever getting out to their car.” Bishop raised a brow, looking back at Misael.

“Hey! I had to grab a bunch of shit since we’re doing this whole study thing, okay?”

“Don’t see why it matters. All you do is doodle anyway,” Kace pointed out.

“Not today. I’m taking a—what do they say?—leaf outta Jessica and Cora’s book and gonna do some actual studying. Mostly ’cause I’m tired of bein’ called out because math is dumb.”

I laughed. “It’s not dumb. It’s only because your teacher is a bit of an asshole, from what I hear.”

He belted a laugh, grinning widely. “Ha! Princess usin’ uncouth terms.”

My brow rose. “Uncouth?”

“Learned it in English Lit.”

I chuckled, sitting back easily and relaxing into the seat. It had been a good day. All things considered, I had nothing to complain about. Eli, for all the bravado he’d come in with on his first day, hadn’t openly antagonized the Lost Boys since then.