Killer

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Keller

Have you ever wished for death? Hoped it would strike you down and end your pathetic existence? No? I have. I’ve thought of a hundred different ways I should die. None of them are painful enough for what I deserve, so I continue to live.

“Come on, guys! Quit being a bunch of pussies! I can’t believe I had to twist your damn arms to get you to skip school.” I push my key fob and unlock the doors to my brand new Shelby GT500 convertible. Slinging my arm around Rory Vanderbilt, my current girlfriend—for the weekend at least—I razz my friends.

“We’re here, aren’t we, Keating?”

Craning my neck, I peek over my shoulder at Logan Sanders, one of the guys in the group I run with. Me, Logan, and our other pal Silas rule our exclusive private school. Whatever we do or say is accepted as cool, no questions asked. Now we’ve started our senior year, and pretty much everyone at North Atlanta Prep treats us like we’re gods.

I laugh. “Surprisingly, you are here, Logan. But the question is, are we going to have fun?”

Rory slides her hand around my waist and down over my ass, squeezing. “We’re going to have fun, Keller,” she whispers in my ear right before she sticks her tongue inside.

“Fuck yeah we are.”

Rory climbs into the passenger side of the Shelby, and I shut her door. She winds her hands around my neck and yanks me down for a hot, wet kiss through the open convertible top.

“Go Keating!”

“Woo-hoo!”

Smiling, I walk around the car to the driver’s side and slide in. It’s a gorgeous September day in Atlanta, so I left the top down. North Prep is so elite, the students so wealthy, I never worry about leaving the car open. There’s nothing to steal that everyone here doesn’t already own for themselves.

Logan, Silas, and two girls climb into Logan’s Range Rover, giggling and shouting while I rev the Shelby’s powerful engine. Rory slips her hand up my thigh, letting her fingers trail over my hardening cock.

I flip down my sunglasses and grin. Fuck it’s good to be me.

* * *

“I’m gonna go back out by the pool.” I climb out of the bed in Logan’s guest room and pull on my shorts.

“M’kay, Keller,” Rory murmurs as she falls asleep.

I laugh to myself, glancing back at Rory’s naked body before leaving the room. I fucked her good. The bright red handprints across her perky ass stand out against her tan skin.

“Grab a beer, Keating!” Logan shouts from across the huge patio in his backyard.

I walk over to his outdoor kitchen and swipe a bottle from the fridge. Silas is in the pool with the two girls they brought, getting all handsy and grabbing their tits. The girls squeal, pretending to be offended, but come on, if they’re going to swim topless, guys are gonna grab. Logan is watching our friend fondle his date with a heated intensity in his eyes. Logan and Silas have been known to share girls, so I know Logan’s not pissed or anything. Hell, to them this is probably just foreplay before their girl-swapping orgy.

I flip off the cap and collapse into the chair next to Logan’s. “How long are your parents out of town, Sanders?”

Logan takes a long swig of his beer while I wait. “Let me think.” His blond eyebrows rise as he counts in his head. “Today’s the fourteenth, and they’re coming back on the twentieth, so six more days.”

“Cool.” I nod. Logan’s parents are never home. They’re both big time movie producers. A lot of their stuff is filmed right here in Atlanta, but tons of their movies are done in other states or countries, or lots of times his parents are in LA for meetings and shit.

“I wish my mom and dad would take a fucking vacation,” I grumble, picking at the soggy label on my beer. My own parents are the exact opposite of Logan’s. First, if my mom and dad worked together, they’d have killed each other by now. They fight a lot. About stupid shit, like my dad working too much or my mom’s drinking or prescription drug use, or the other doped-up, rich bitches my mom hangs out with.

“Yeah, well, if your dad ever sells his company, he’ll have plenty of time to do whatever the fuck he wants. And plenty of money,” Logan points out. He holds his bottle up for a toast. I tap mine against his with a clink and roll my eyes.

“The old man’s talked about selling. Some crap about missing our entire childhood and wanting to make up for lost time. Screw him. He’s too fucking late. I’m eighteen in two months.”

“Your sister is still young. What is sh

e, fourteen?”

I nod. “Yeah, she’s a freshman this year.”

“So… maybe he’ll at least put some effort in and show up in her life before she graduates,” Logan says. He puts his empty bottle on the ground. “It’s hot as hell out here and there’s naked chicks ten feet away. I’m going in.” Logan stands up, shedding his shirt and shorts before doing a cannonball into the pool wearing only his briefs.

The girls screech in delight and Silas laughs his ass off. I’m buzzing from the satisfying filthy, rough sex with Rory and the multiple beers. I finish the one in my hand and grab another, downing half of the cold drink before stopping to take a breath.

That would be the day my dad would ever stop working. I’d bet everything in my enormous trust fund he’ll eventually drop dead of stress or old age while sitting at his desk. Dad’s company is his life. My dad started and runs Hybrid Technologies, one of the largest software companies in the world. My mom, my sister, me… we always come second to Hybrid.

Six beers later, I wake up to Rory’s hot mouth around my dick. I squint in the bright sunlight. The pool is empty, which means Logan and Silas went in the house with their girls. My mouth is dry and I would love a drink of water, but there’s no way I’m going to stop a blow job. Instead, I lie back and let Rory work her magic mouth up and down my cock.

Britton

Have you ever looked death in the eye? Felt the icy chill of it crawling over your skin until you taste it? No? I have, and sometimes I think death would be preferable to living with that knowledge. Thankfully, I can’t remember.