Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

I wrapped my lips around him, coating him in saliva and swirling my tongue over the smooth, velvety skin as I worked my head up and down. Kace’s taste still lingered on my tongue, and it mixed with Bishop’s unique flavor in a way that had my clit throbbing hard again.

I could never get enough of these boys.

Sometimes it felt like I’d die trying.

My whole body shuddered as I continued to suck and lick Bishop, and I squeezed my legs together, my hips rolling against air a

s arousal overwhelmed me again.

“Touch yourself, Princess.” Bish’s voice was low, a quiet command. “I can see how fucking turned on you are. Do it.”

Maybe another me in another lifetime would’ve shied away from the feelings raging through me. Maybe she would’ve felt a modicum of shame or embarrassment.

But that wasn’t who I was anymore.

Keeping one arm braced on the seat to keep myself steady, I moved my other hand between my thighs, delving into my panties to find the sensitive bundle of nerves there. My jaw was starting to ache, but I relaxed it as much as I could, bobbing up and down on Bish’s cock in the same tempo my fingers strummed my clit.

Harsh breathing filtered to my ears from the back seat, and I could only imagine what kind of sight the two boys in back were being treated to. With my head buried in Bishop’s lap, I couldn’t see either of them, but I could feel the heat of their gazes on me, lighting up my skin like fireworks.

Bish gave a choked grunt, his hips jerking up to meet me as his cock swelled. His cum hit my tongue, and it was like the first domino falling. My body locked up, my hips thrusting into my hand as another orgasm stole my breath. I swallowed down every drop of Bishop’s release, continuing to run my tongue up and down his length as my body finally relaxed.

For a moment, I just stayed like that, gathering my wits about me again.

I was draped over the center console, ass in the air and hand between my legs, Bish’s cock still held in my mouth. He’d hardly softened at all, and he twitched a little as I teased him with my tongue.

When I finally released him, he used his grip on my hair to pull me in for a kiss, sliding his tongue against mine for one blissful second before he pulled away to put his gaze back on the road.

I sat back in the passenger seat, buzzing with contentment and satisfaction. Tonight had been a good night.

No, an incredible night.

The boys had helped me uncover a huge lead, bringing me so much closer to figuring out how my father had been framed. I knew how much Bishop hated him, I was more grateful than I could say that they had agreed to stand by my side in this. To help me, despite every reason they had not to.

The car was quiet as we all tried to recover our breath, and Bishop hit the button on the dash to turn on the radio. I ran a hand through my tangled blond locks, then flipped the visor down to try to check my appearance. There was no mirror on the back of it though, and when Bishop glanced over, he shot me a sinful grin.

“If you’re wondering how you look, Coralee, the answer is ‘freshly fucked.’”

I swatted at his arm, sinking back against the seat. “Huh. Wonder who’s fault that is?”

“Dunno.” He reached over to rest a hand on my thigh, sliding it up my leg just enough to make my hips jerk a little. “Like you said, I can’t make you do anything.”

Misael and Kace chuckled in the back, I grabbed Bishop’s hand, resting mine over his and interlacing our fingers. I wasn’t ready for him to stop touching me, even just a simple touch like this.

I also wasn’t ready to go home, but after another few minutes, I started to recognize our surroundings, and a little while after that, Bish turned onto our street.

When he pulled up in front of my house, I caught sight of Mom’s new car—the gift from Mr. Jemison—in the driveway.

“Guess she’s back,” I muttered.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my leg, probably noticing the conflicted emotions in my tone.

She’d been gone for almost two weeks, and a part of me had missed her. But another part of me was almost sad she was back. It would mean an end to me and the Lost Boys playing house, to them spending nearly every night in my bed, to us cooking and eating dinner together.

“Hey, Coralee.” Misael reached up from the back seat to run a hand down my arm. “We’ll still be around, ya know.”

“Yeah,” Kace said. “And we’ll help you figure out what the fuck to do about Luke Carmine. If he’s really the one who was after your dad, maybe there’s a way to prove he worked with the Feds to frame him.”

Bishop’s grip on my leg tightened briefly, and his expression was hard as he gazed out the window. But he didn’t contradict Kace’s words.