back. “If schools don’t mix, why the hell are they here?”
“Nobody was willing to give this place up.”
“What do you mean?”
“A good forty or fifty years back, Brayshaw was the only high school in this town. All the families were tight, so they started buying these cabins. Eventually it became the party place for the kids – just another place for rich kids to run off to. But when the town divided, they built Graven Prep. Pulled half the students over there, which meant down the line –”
“They were forced to share this place.”
He shrugs. “Either way, tradition remains the same and all teenagers end up here. As long as they stick to their own and us ours, all’s good.”
“Right.” I nod, looking off.
I bring my beer to my lips, taking a long drink, but freeze when I hear a deep groan to my right.
I glance over to find Maddoc’s head falling back as the girl jacks him off. His head rolls to the side and his hazy eyes open just barely, but when they do, they hit mine.
And with his eyes on me, he sets his drink down against the table top. It falls over he’s so drunk, the beer running over the edge of the old wood but he ignores it.
His hands lift to the girl’s shoulders.
He is not...
He does.
He pushes the girl to her knees, and she happily obliges. She bends and then her head starts bobbing in his lap.
He moans again, and this time his head tips back completely.
“Damn, he’s fucked up.”
“He knows what he’s doing.”
“He doesn’t do PDA.”
“This isn’t PDA.” I look to Leo who raises a brow. “It’s not. She’s sucking his dick. He’s not touching or rubbing or kissing on her. No claim or mark is being made. He’s simply receiving. PDA would be him showing everyone else what he’s got.” I look back to the two, fire growing inside me – not sure if it’s the angry or horny kind – as I watch the free porn. “There’s no pride in this.”
I look to Royce, his mouth fused to both girls, one hand in one’s shirt, the other under the second’s skirt, then to Captain, who may or may not be finger-fucking blondie against a tree.
“No pride in any of this. It’s using pleasure to pretend.”
“Pretend?”
I nod.
“Pretend what?”
Pretend they’re not worried and unsure. To pretend they’re not confused why it bothers them what I do or who I talk to.
To pretend they don’t hope I’m not like the rest.
For some reason, these boys think they need me.
Maybe it’s to help them in some way, a pawn of sorts, or maybe they crave the presence of a female constant, one who doesn’t require anything of them. One who doesn’t judge.
Or maybe I’m completely trippin’ and way off the mark. Who knows.
What I do know is, these boys in front of me, sure they act like sluts often, but this, right now, while not totally out of character for each is them acting out.
They’re angry, maybe hurt, little boys who don’t know how to process the emotion.
Damn it.
Running my hands down my face, I stand and pass my beer back to Leo, who sits back, eyeing me wearily.
He can’t figure me out either, but he doesn’t need to.
I go for Captain first. Yes, I look like the jealous girl, but oh well.
He puts up zero fight and allows me to pull him away by his hand, completely ignoring the girl when she whines from where we leave her.
I lead him into the house and deposit him on his bed. He falls into the mattress with ease, kicks his shoes off and tucks his face into his pillow.
Next, I go for Royce.
He glares at first, but when I offer him a small shrug and smile, he smirks drunkenly and wobbles to his feet. He’s a little harder to carry inside, but eventually, we make it to his room.
I push him onto the bed and when he makes no moves, I untie his shoes and pull them off for him. He grabs my hand before I can leave and pulls me in so he can kiss my cheek. I give him a wink on my way out, leaving him there to fall asleep.
And last, I go for Maddoc, who still has his dick down the chick’s throat.
I mean ... clearly she’s doing something real fucking wrong if he still hasn’t—
No.
No. Not thinking about that.
I tap her on the shoulder, and she jolts, releasing him with a