Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,59
said, sitting up. “The three of you should be statues, chiseled from marble. You should be in a museum somewhere, or being sketched by art students.”
“Been there, done that,” said Ander. “It’s way too boring.”
“Seriously though,” she went on. “Any one of you could have any girl you wanted. Just because—”
“Delaina, listen.”
I saw her stiffen immediately, at the mention of her actual name. After a moment of silence she turned to look at me, her eyes shining in the firelight.
“Each of us has had girlfriends,” I told her. “We’ve all had long-term relationships. Nothing’s panned out for us. Not until now.”
“He’s right,” Brett agreed, taking over. “Ninety percent of the women who are attracted to us for our looks end up being shallow, superficial, lame. Five percent are flighty and weird. Another four percent, just plain crazy.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked. “And what about that last one percent?”
Brett smiled as she fell right into his trap. “Honey, that last one percent is you.”
Chastity blushed — or rather Delaina — or whatever she wanted to go by. Truth be told, I didn’t even care. I only needed to know she was on board.
“You really want to do this?” she asked hopefully.
“Do you?” asked Ander.
She searched her feelings for a moment, but a moment was all it took. “More than anything,” she nodded.
Our smiles widened instantly. We couldn’t hide the excitement as we got up and closed in, surrounding her on her couch. Ares didn’t even stir as we took turns kissing her, our hands moving slowly and deliberately over her cheeks and face. Some of us even took two turns.
“This is crazy,” she breathed, when we were done. “We’re crazy.”
“Uh huh,” said Brett.
“I—I can’t believe—”
I stopped her with another kiss, this one hungrier and more full of promise. It was the kiss you gave your girlfriend before you threw her over your shoulder and carried her into the bedroom.
Only we were already in our bedroom.
“You’re ours now,” I told her softly, “to do whatever we want with. And we’re yours. Stop fighting it.”
Our newly-appointed girlfriend smiled shyly. “O—Okay.”
“And now, the first order of business in our new partnership… fishing.”
I laughed as her expression went from one of heady expectation to sudden confusion. The three of us got up and began pulling our clothes on. Boots, snow-pants, gloves — everything.
“You’re fishing tonight?”
“You are too, if you want. The fish house seats four.”
“Gear’s already out there,” Brett confirmed. “Grab that key on the table, I think we’re number sixty-one.”
Chastity shook her head mechanically. “Not tonight,” she laughed. “And not after this much wine. I’ll go with you tomorrow though.”
I smiled and nodded. “Good enough.”
“As for him,” she said, pointing at Ander. “I need him for something, just a little while longer.”
I raised a semi-jealous eyebrow. “Something?”
Chastity rolled her eyes. “I promise to let him go after an hour or so. He can catch up with you then.”
All at once Ander stopped dressing. He looked over at Brett and I, then laughed.
“What? I don’t know anything about this, I swear.”
“He doesn’t,” Chastity confirmed. “Trust me.”
We finished putting our stuff on and left, pausing briefly at the door. “Sixty-one,” I said to Ander. “Don’t forget.”
“I won’t.”
“Have a fun… hour,” I said smarmily.
The last thing I saw was Ander kicking off his boots and stepping out of his snow-suit. But just before the door closed…
“Wait!”
I turned again, and she was in the doorway. Wet, pink lips. Gorgeous blue eyes, slightly glassy from the wine. For a moment I was seriously reconsidering fishing.
“How long have you known my actual name?” she asked.
I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at Brett.
“Since the first day of school,” Brett said matter-of-factly. “Faculty registry. Simple search.”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “Yeah, I should’ve figured that.”
“It was also all over your mail,” I smirked. “That stack of bills, scattered across your kitchen table.”
She tilted her head slightly to one side, pursing her lips together in consideration before continuing.
“Can I ask a favor?”
“Shoot.”
“Can I still be Chastity for a little while?”
“I dunno,” I shrugged. “Delaina is a beautiful name. But if that’s what you really want…”
“It’s just that she’s having a lot more fun than Delaina ever did.”
The wind gusted, blowing her blonde hair back from her angel-like face. Taking her chin between my fingers, I leaned in and kissed her softly goodbye.
“For now she is,” I winked as I closed the door.
Forty-Seven
CHASTITY
I closed the door slowly and turned around, still reeling from Senan’s kiss. By the time I did, Ander was already inching his boxers