Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,170

Calix presses their mouths together before exhaling, sharing smoke. Calix pulls back slightly, letting tendrils of smoke curl out from between his full lips.

“I hope you enjoy this because it’s not happening again anytime soon,” Raz quips, handing the joint over to me. He puts his hands on Calix’s shoulders as their mouths slide together. They’re both vicious as fuck, dripping venom, like two monsters entangled in a sordid affair.

The sight nearly undoes me.

I slip my panties off, pulling them over my heeled boots and tossing them at Barron. The black lace hits his sketchbook, drawing his dual-colored eyes up to me. With a suggestive smile, he takes them and tucks them into the front pocket of his leather pants.

When I turn my attention back to Calix and Raz, I find them with their mouths still slanted together. One of Raz's hands is on Calix's bare chest, while Calix's fingers hold Raz's blond hair in a punishing grip.

The joint falls from Raz's fingers, burning a small hole in the old cracked vinyl of the seat, singeing the air with the smell of burning things. It doesn't matter; we can smell the smoke from the bonfire, even all the way over here. The junkyard itself seems to have a smell, too, like iron and rust and forgotten things. A slag heap towers over the place, casting its shadow on the corpses of old cars, just a man-made mountain of discarded things.

The four of us in that old bus, we're going to create magic out of urban decay, spin sorcery with the heat of our bodies.

I sit back, my legs spread, and sneak my hand beneath the heavy tumble of my skirts, finding the wet, swollen heat between my thighs. A groan escapes me as I slick a single finger along my opening, collecting lube to use on my clit.

“Oh, fuck, make that sound again,” Raz murmurs, and I glance over to find him holding Calix's chin, both of their gazes focused on me. I keep their attention, working my clit in a circle, shifting my body as my skin heats up, sweat beading between my breasts.

“I will, if you keep kissing him,” I murmur back, and the boys turn to look at each other. Calix narrows his eyes, dragging Raz's face to his, their mouths clashing with an equal mix of heat and aggression. It turns me on, to see them kiss like they're clashing swords on a dark battlefield. My eyes are half-lidded, the silver light from the moon peeking its head into the old bus, the stars twinkling above us like the cheeky eyes of an unforgiving galaxy.

This could be it, I think, wondering if Luke will watch over Pearl, wondering if letting her keep the dress she stole will make any difference. This could be the day it all ends.

But I won't let myself hope.

Because that itchy feeling inside of me, that dark whisper of sacrifice, it's still humming its sonata too loudly for me to ignore.

Instead, I focus on this risqué nocturne, slipping two fingers inside my heat and crying out. My back arches, and I hear footsteps. Barron slams his hands down on the seats on either side of me, and I glance his way, finding him shirtless and sweaty, his pupils dilated in excitement.

“If you insist on being irresistible, then I have no choice but to abandon my art for more carnal pleasures.”

“Please do,” I whisper, reaching up for him. His white coat falls from my shoulders as I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss that tastes like moonlight and sweet shadows, like dark promises and possibilities. Barron claims my mouth with a punishing kiss, his tongue sweeping across my teeth, tangling with my own.

It feels impossible to keep my heavy lids open, but I do, letting my gaze slide back to Calix and Raz. They're still kissing, still putting on a show for me.

Barron slips his own hand between my legs, putting one of his fingers inside of me, right next to mine. A cry escapes me at the feeling of fullness, but he cuts it off with that perfect mouth of his, adding another finger so that two of his are intertwined with two of my own. He pumps them slowly in and out of me, making my breath catch.

“Shit, I'm so fucking jealous,” Raz moans, his mouth still pressed up against Calix's. The latter has heavily hooded bedroom eyes, as black as the night sky without