Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,13

what happened,” he insists. “Well, before you crashed, anyway.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Explain.”

Bentley sighs. “We were just after the pictures. Kingston wanted to get a few shots to make it look like we were both fucking you.”

"So, you could share them with the entire student body?"

“Yeah.” He cringes.

“Why?”

“Now, that really is a question for your boy. I can’t speak for him, but he definitely had his reasons.”

“Please stop calling him my boy. Kingston’s not my anything.”

“Aw baby, I wish that were actually true.” Bentley gets a sad look on his face. “Look, if it makes a difference, our make-out sesh, or the video for that matter, was never planned. But when you slid your tongue down my neck...the way you were so responsive to a simple kiss...I’ve never felt such explosive chemistry before. I’m pretty sure Kingston would say the same. Just the idea of a threeway with us totally got you going. You can’t deny that, Jazz; it couldn’t have been more obvious. I think Davenport and I were so stunned, our dicks kind of took over.”

“It doesn’t matter if I was into it. What matters is that you fucking set me up.”

Bentley smirks. "So, you admit you wanted to take a big bite out of a Manwich?"

I pin him with a glare. “Not the time, Bentley.”

He holds his palms out. "All right, all right. Lousy time for jokes. Does it help that we felt like major shit afterward? It would've never gone any farther than it did; I swear on my left nut, Jazzy. As fucked up as this sounds, we did our best to protect you. We were in complete agreement that any pics we released didn't show nudity. We made sure the house was locked up tight. Kingston even texted his sister from your phone, so she knew where you were. We wouldn't have put you in any real danger.

“Sure, we needed the pics to spark the gossip, but we never wanted to actually hurt you. Maybe embarrass you a little or piss you off at most. We would’ve never taken advantage of you sexually, drunk or sober. We may be pricks, but we’re not fucking predators.”

I scoff. “Am I supposed to thank you for supposedly protecting me? Yeah, I guess I’m relieved the entire school can’t pick my tits out in a lineup, but the damage was done regardless. There are other ways to hurt someone beyond the physical, Bentley. Slut-shaming is never cool, and staging a scene to do it is even worse! That shit hurt.”

Bentley hangs his head. “We were assholes, straight up. For the record, your tits are fan-fucking-tastic. If the entire student body did see ‘em, they’d agree.”

I growl. “Not the point, dickhead.”

He scrubs a hand over his jaw. “Yeah, I know. Just sayin’. Quite frankly, we were all pretty surprised you forgave us as quickly as you did.”

"I didn't forgive you," I correct. "I just didn't see the point in dwelling over it. Not to mention some pretty great things that happened after that. But after homecoming night in the forest, it made me question my judgment on a lot of stuff. I don't know how I'm supposed to trust my own thoughts, let alone anyone else."

“You can trust me, Jazzy Jazz. The guys, too. I know we’ve done some shitty things, but those few actions aren’t indicative of who we are. Of what lengths we’d go through to keep you safe. You matter to us; very few people fall under that umbrella.”

“Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you’ve told me tonight?”

Bentley's gaze never wavers as he formulates his response. "Ask me about a girl named Carissa sometime. Not tonight...but soon. I promise you won't have any doubt whether or not we'd ever intentionally hurt you."

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued about this Carissa girl. “I matter, huh?”

“So fucking much, babe. It’d be a lot easier if you didn’t—especially for me—but that’s life, I guess.”

I take a moment to really digest his words. To study his body language. Seeing him like this, regret pouring off of him in waves, I’m pretty sure Bentley is being honest. I’m still going to be cautious because I’m not stupid, but I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll believe you. For now. But if I find out you lied to me about any of this, I won’t give you a second chance. I’m not kidding, Bent.”

Bentley exhales harshly.