Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,115

eyebrow at my crotch. “As I recall, you really seemed to enjoy it being open.” Ignoring my groan, he shifts, adding, “So you’re having cat fights over this guy now? Seems serious. Or as serious as you probably get.”

“Great.” I look away, laughing humorlessly. “Is this the part where you remind me I’m a slut again? Because it wasn’t enough to just hear it from one of my best friends.” My voice cracks embarrassingly and I clear my throat, hoping it went unnoticed.

There’s a long stretch of silence before he answers, “This is the part where I remind you we have an agreement. No screwing other guys.”

“What is with everyone!” I throw my hands up, at my wits end. “Contrary to what’s apparently popular belief, I can go on a date with a guy and not fuck him!”

Heston’s eyes slide to the archway leading to outside, jaw tightening. “Freak out a little louder, would you? I don’t think the other half of the campus knows we’re here yet.” His only response to my glare is a jerk of his head toward the stairs leading up.

The only reason I follow him is because I was too loud. I should probably lie low for a few, make sure no one’s standing around out there. When we reach the top, Heston leans against the stone wall, eyes tracking me as I slump onto the floor, tucking my knees up under my chin.

He sighs, long and obnoxious, like he’s put-out by what he’s about to say. “She’s just jealous, you know. You’re way hotter than her. She was right. What guy would notice her with you around? You’ve got huge tits and a reputation for being down to fuck. You’re basically catnip for teenage boys.”

I point up. “Look at that beam. How many Devils—how many guys—have more than a dozen notches? Two dozen, even?” I don’t give him a chance to answer. “No one cares when it’s a guy. Hell, I bet you have tons, and no one’s ever called you a whore.”

“You think I never got any shit for the amount of notches I had?” He nods at the beam, eyes hard. “Take a look.”

To prove my point, I do, scanning the initials for the ‘HW’. When I find it, I pause, squinting. “That can’t be right.”

There are only four notches.

“One was just a blow job,” he says, pointing to the first two slashes. “I’ve only ever fucked four girls, including you, so believe me when I say it’s the opposite for a guy. If you aren’t pulling tail on the reg like Hamilton, then you’re going to hear shit about it.”

I look at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Four?!” It’s not like there are rumors about Heston being a manwhore or anything, I just figured he’s gotten around.

“Some girl sophomore year, you, Reagan, and then Sydney.” He shrugs, looking amused by my reaction. “Why the surprise, Haynes? Quality over quantity.”

“I just thought you were being an asshole,” I say, head shaking as I compare our notches. “But I really am a slut compared to you.”

I feel him behind me, chest nudging up against my back. His voice is soft in my ear when he says, “For whatever little it may be worth, I don’t really think you’re a slut.” I shiver as he gathers up my hair, sweeping it off my neck. Into the skin beneath it, he whispers, “I think you’re my slut.”

Swallowing, I ask, “What are you doing?” It’s a stupid question. His fingers are dipping beneath the waist of my jeans, teasing at the little dip between my hip and belly.

His lips are pulling the skin on my neck in these tiny little teasing pecks. “Adding a notch to my name,” he replies, but before I can protest, his mouth opens, latching on in a forceful, marking suck.

I want to tell him it’s a horrible idea. People will see it. They’ll ask questions. It’ll just be more fuel to the rumors going around about me. Whorgia Haynes, walking around with a hickey.

No.

A Devil’s mark.

Heston’s Devil mark.

The sound I make is nowhere even approaching negative, and when he shoves his hand down my unbuttoned pants, forcing it between my legs as he sucks his bruise into my skin, the only thing I do is rock into it.

“You were wrong,” I say, eyes sliding closed as I ride his hand. “That night, when you snuck into my room.”

I can practically feel his smirk against my neck. “Seemed like I was pretty