against my mouth, shuddering and moaning as I work his dick into a frenzy, encouraging him to come and loving how vulnerable he looks while he orgasms. I am choosing not to finish myself, not right now. I want to hold this over him. I cling to Vic as he shudders, his hips pumping of their own accord a few times before he sags back against the door.
“Well?” I ask, and he laughs at me, a bit breathless and very obviously surprised.
I’ve just shocked the shit out of him.
“Lemme get you a crown made, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sex and satisfaction. “You can have half my kingdom. Fuck, you can have it all. I made it for you, you know, Havoc.” And then he kisses me on the mouth, and I forget what I said about not having an orgasm.
I have two before I leave our little cocoon of darkness.
Afterwards, I come out of the bathroom to see Aaron waiting for me. He says nothing, and neither does Vic, but they look at each other with an interesting mix of admiration, respect, and loathing.
“Try to get along, would ya?” I ask, lighting up a cigarette as I move toward the sliding glass door, opening it and leaning against the edge so I can smoke half-in and half-out out of the house. “We have enough enemies without making them of each other.”
“Huh.” Vic just smirks and shakes his head while Aaron scowls at him.
“You guys work so well together,” I continue, determined to find some way around their jealousies. Because I’m not eager to give either of them up. “Don’t screw it up because you want exclusive access to my pussy.”
“Bernadette,” Victor growls, but he’s already rummaging through the fridge, so he can’t be too serious about it. I look at Aaron and he stares back at me.
“Hours,” he says, and then he smiles. It’s all he needs to say. We both know we have a standing appointment.
“Hey Bernie,” Vic says after a moment, looking up and over the fridge door at me. My reverie with Aaron breaks, and I glance back at him. “You know that we never slept with Kali, right? I want to make sure I’ve clarified that quite clearly.”
I just stare at him.
I begged and begged him to answer that question and instead, he screwed me against the wall of his father’s house. Now he’s telling me? But looking into his crow-black eyes, I can see why. What we’re doing here, Havoc and me, it’s not something they’d ever share with someone like Kali.
“We’ve never shared any girl,” Aaron adds, and I feel my focus on Vic snap. Wow. Blinking, I try to clear my head and focus on them both at the same time. They pull me in opposite directions; I’ll have to be strong enough to pull them toward me instead. “Not once.”
My body flushes with heat, but I turn quickly back toward the backyard, finishing my cigarette.
I’ve never heard anything more romantic in my entire life.
My Havoc Boys.
Mine.
By the following Monday, the entire school knows that Danny Ensbrook is missing.
A cop calls me into Ms. Keating's office, and to make shitty matters even worse, he recognizes me right away as the Thing's stepdaughter.
“You're Neil's delinquent brat, aren't you?” the detective asks, which isn't at all professional. I sit slumped in the chair, my nails digging into the wooden armrests as I glare at the cops with every ounce of loathing and hatred I feel for my stepfather. I don't have to pretend to be nice; nobody at Prescott High likes the police. Already, two students have refused to come in here, another half-dozen have ditched classes for the day, and Jim Dallon threw his drink into the detective's face. Seeing the wet stain on his white button-down makes me want to smile. But then, I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea.
“Mr. Constantine,” Ms. Keating starts, trying to keep things professional. Bless her heart. There's nothing professional about the motley misfits that attend this school. She just keeps trying and trying to save our fucking souls. How long is it going to take her to realize that there's no saving us? “Please try to keep your questions in line with the investigation.”
“My apologies, Ms. Keating,” Detective Constantine says, his brown hair and brown eyes as interesting as a puddle of mud. He thinks he's attractive, but instead, he's just painfully average with a decent haircut and a nice tie. I