Lost Boys (Slateview High 1)

The other two boys grabbed me too, sweeping my hair out of the way to trail kisses over my neck and shoulders, hands groping and massaging my ass, sliding up my shirt to skate over my bare skin.

“Fucking Christ, Coralee. Do you have any idea how goddamn sexy that was?” Bishop groaned, and Kace and Misael made similar noises of approval as our heavy breaths filled the air.

My shocked brain was still trying to grasp the fact that they weren’t angry at what I’d done—that they liked it—as I was spun in their arms. Without hesitation, Misael’s lips claimed mine, leaving the other two to explore my body with their hands and mouths.

My shirt was lifted, and I raised my arms to let them tug it over my head before I turned again, finding Kace’s hot, demanding lips this time. The ferocity of his kiss made me certain he approved of my violent, public claiming of the three of them, and a shot of adrenaline and pride flared inside me, even though maybe it shouldn’t have.

I should’ve been ashamed of what I’d done, but in this moment, it was hard to be.

Because it had gotten me what I wanted.

The three boys whose souls had infiltrated mine.

Kace gripped my arms tightly and walked me backward, and when we were about halfway across the small room, the backs of my legs hit the edge of a mattress. With a hungry, feral smile, the blond boy gave my shoulders a push, letting me collapse back onto the bed, which gave a little squeak as I landed.

I was vaguely aware of Misael locking the door as Bishop made quick work of my skirt.

The last time I’d been this naked with all three of them, it had stopped there. Misael had made me come on his tongue while the other two kissed and caressed me, but all of their clothes had stayed on.

I wouldn’t let that happen tonight.

Maybe he saw the determined look in my eyes as I scrambled up to my knees on the mattress, because Kace laughed, grabbing the hem of his shirt with one hand and yanking it over his head. The others did the same, and I swallowed as I took in the sight of all three of them side by side.

They were truly stunning—all solid muscle and wild, rugged beauty.

When I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, their eyes darkened. Keeping my gaze on the three of them, I let the small piece of silky fabric fall away.

The three boys moved so fast, and in such perfect synchronicity, that I lost track of who was where as they converged on me, pushing me back down to the mattress again.

Bishop kissed me again, his lips just as hungry as before, and Misael brushed kisses up my arm toward my shoulder. I could guess where Kace was headed, and I shivered with anticipation. The other two had put their mouths on me before, but I knew Kace would be nothing like either one of them.

And he wasn’t.

Rather than pulling my panties off, he ripped them from my body, tearing the delicate fabric before delving between my legs like a starving man.

“God, please! Kace!”

I arched off the bed as he licked me with the flat of his tongue, reaching down to grab his head and press it closer to my core. Bish and Misael groaned as they watched him devour me, the heat of their gazes burning into my skin. Knowing that they were watching, that they could see me laid out, spread open before Kace, made fire burn through my veins.

The part of me from my old life, the one who was proper and poised and did only what she was told, felt a rush of shame. But that feeling only enhanced the pleasure crashing through my body, the thrill of the taboo making me feel wild and reckless.

And when I came on Kace’s tongue, I screamed loud enough that even people downstairs at the party probably heard me over the heavy thump of the music.

His fingers dug into my thighs so hard I was sure he’d leave marks as his moss-green gaze flicked up to meet mine. His eyes glinted with desire and satisfaction, and he held my stare as he slowly slid one long, thick finger inside me. My inner walls were still contracting as the aftershocks of my orgasm quaked through me, and his nostrils flared at the feel of it.

I saw the moment he hit the resistance he’d been expecting. His gaze darkened, his expression becoming almost angry as he fought to keep himself in check.

“Fucking hell, Cora. No one’s ever had you like this? No one’s ever been inside this tight hole?”

My chest heaved as I tried to force oxygen into rebellious lungs. My core clenched around his thick finger, and I knew he could feel—not just see—my reaction to his question. How did he turn me on so much with such dirty, vulgar words?

“No,” I gasped. “I want you—all of you—to be my firsts.”

Even as I said it, I had a momentary flash of panic. I wanted all three of the Lost Boys. From the moment I’d met them, when I couldn’t decide who I hated more, to right now, when I could finally admit I was starting to fall for all of them, I had always seen the three boys as parts of a whole. They were distinct people, and I felt differently about each of them, but I could never choose just one above the others.

I wanted them all.

But I also had no idea how that would even work. This was all new territory for me, and the fact that I was taking this step with three boys instead of one only added to the confusion I felt.