Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

There had been a time when all three of the boys, Bishop especially, had wanted to take out their anger at my father on me, had wanted to punish me for his sins. But things were so different now that it was hard to even remember those days. The Lost Boys were still controlling and dominant, still sometimes emotionally closed off. But I never questioned that they cared about me. And I never doubted that they’d take care of me.

Kace pulled me onto his lap, bringing me closer to Misael, who sat on his other side. His voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my back as he spoke, his arms looped around my waist.

“This’ll help you relax, Princess. You’ve been too tense lately.”

I could’ve told him it took one to know one, but I was sure he already knew that. Instead, I leaned back against his chest, craning my neck a little to look up into his eyes.

“You’ll smoke too?”

“Yeah.” His hands slide down to rest on my hips, and for just a moment, the taut lines of his face softened. “Yeah, I will. We’ll show you how.”

I relaxed against him as Bish moved closer on our right side, closing the gap that’d been left when I’d moved onto Kace’s lap. With the three of them surrounding me, their scents mingling in my nostrils and their warmth enveloping me, I honestly didn’t even think I needed the weed. I felt more relaxed than I had in days, content in their arms.

But by now, I was curious. I hadn’t ever smoked before, and the Lost Boys had been my introduction to so many new things—I wanted them to be my firsts for this too.

Misael dug a lighter out of his other pocket, igniting the tip of the joint while he took a deep inhale.

They showed me how to do it, and although the initial drag burned down my throat, I got used to the feeling on my second and third tries. Soon, there was nothing but an easy, calm bliss that wove its way through my veins.

I lay on my side across Kace and Bishop, my upper body in Kace’s lap and my hips resting on Bishop’s. Misael sat on the floor in front of us, leaned back with his head resting against my stomach.

It felt perfect. Comfortable. Safe.

It also reminded me vividly of the first time the guys had all touched me at once. We’d been on this very couch, and Kace and Bish had each kissed me, their hands running all over my body, while Misael had made me come on his tongue.

Nothing in my life up to that point had ever felt so good. I hadn’t known my body would react like that to being touched by the three of them, but they had taken me apart at the seams and rebuilt me into something new.

Something better.

Something stronger.

The memories flashing through my mind began to make heat build low in my belly, and I couldn’t help wriggling a little. The fingers of one hand made their way to Misael’s soft hair, running through the strands, while I ground my ass back against Bishop and shifted on Kace’s lap, trying to absorb more of his strength and heat.

All three boys let out low sounds that walked the line between contentment and agony, and I bit my lip to hide my smile.

I knew that feeling well.

When I pressed my ass against the growing hardness in Bishop’s jeans again, his hand landed on my hip, squeezing the soft flesh in a tight grip.

“You need something, Coralee?”

His voice was teasing, with just an edge of darkness to it, a hint of desire.

“Yeah.” I rolled over onto my back, still draped over his and Kace’s legs, my breath coming a little faster. All three boys were looking at me, their attention burning little trails across my skin, and my core clenched, my clit already aching for their touch.

“What do you need?” Kace murmured roughly, tilting his head to look down at me.

My gaze shifted from him to Misael to Bishop, and I didn’t even try to disguise the naked desire in my voice as I spoke.

“You.”

Eight

It was the magic word.

No sooner was the single syllable past my lips than all three boys moved, converging on me like they’d been starving, dying for a taste of me all day.

Kace looped one arm under my upper back, lifting me like I weighed nothing and crashing his lips against mine in a brutal, hot kiss. Misael knelt on the floor by the couch, shoving up the fabric of my shirt to allow him access to the skin of my stomach. He nipped and licked and kissed his way across every inch he could reach while Bishop’s large hand moved between my legs with no preamble.