Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,80
Little bit of dish soap, and a sugar scrub with a pumice stone knocks off the rest.” Ah, so that explains the coconut smell then … Hael reaches up a hand to brush some pink-tinged hair back, sliding a single fingertip along my collarbone. “Can't be touching pretty girls like you with oil-covered hands.”
“Right.” A snort escapes me, but I don't move, letting him curl an inked arm around my waist and tug me just a bit closer. “So, I know why I'm out here. Why are you?”
“What do you mean?” Hael asks, tossing the butt of his joint to the ground and crushing it out with his boot. His words are innocent enough, but there's a devilish curve to his mouth that says he knows otherwise. “Giving you a ride home is hardly a hardship. Are you sure you don't want to sit in my lap on the way?”
“Vic is your best friend,” I say, and Hael gives me a weird look.
“So?” he says, acting all innocent as fuck when we both know there's an underlying reason for us both being out here. “What does any of this have to do with Vic? I mean, other than you trying to piss him off by screwing me. Won't work, you know. There's a reason we wanted a Havoc Girl, after all.”
My mouth purses into a thin line.
“Yeah?” I quip, my voice turning hard. “And what, exactly, was that reason?”
Hael snorts a laugh and scoots back in the seat, dragging me along with him. He's already got the damn thing pushed back as far as it'll go, leaving me with barely enough room to breathe between his body and the steering wheel when he closes the door on us.
“Ask Victor, you two are so damn close,” Hael says, eyes sparkling as he puts one hand on either of my hips. “I'll admit something. I just had a real bad break-up, and I'm horny as fuck. My motivation is to let Brittany know that I'm banging a girl twice as hot as she is.” He shrugs his shoulders and gives me a look. There's something that doesn't quite ring true about his statement, but what does it matter?
“Brittany, huh?” I say, putting my hands on his shoulders. He's wearing a black wifebeater, so his tattooed skin is bare, scorching beneath my palms. “She the cheerleader from Fuller High?”
“Yep.” Hael slides his hands up my waist and under my crop-top sweater, pushing it up and out of his way. I'm aware we're sitting just behind the school, in a place that anyone could stumble on us, but I don't really care. I mean, that's sort of the point of all this, isn't it? I'm a Havoc Girl. Havoc rules this school. God help anyone that peeps in on us. Anyone that isn't Vic …
Because I want him to see.
He challenged me, so here I am. Here I fucking am.
Hael tosses my sweater aside and then runs his hands over the lacey cups of my bra. It's the one that Vic gave me in the bag of clothes the other day, and as much as I hate to admit it, it fits a million times better than the ones I was wearing before.
“Damn, girl,” Hael growls, running his thumbs over the pert points of my nipples. Hard to believe this is the same kid who held my hand through a whole night in the homeless shelter all those years ago.
I let my head fall back and try to remember how to breathe. My heart is racing so fast I feel dizzy, and my pulse is thundering so loud in my head I can hardly hear the radio when Hael leans forward to turn it on. I recognize the song Fire Up The Night by New Medicine.
Hael's hands are pure fire as he skims them over my aching skin, working my nipples through the lace with his thumbs. Unlike Vic, Hael Harbin is in complete control of himself. I can feel his confidence when he slips the lace over my breasts and then palms the full mounds with a groan.
“Damn, Blackbird, you've got some nice tits,” he grinds out, leaning forward and giving me this wicked look before flicking his hot tongue out to taste my nipple. My back arches automatically, offering my breast to his hungry mouth as he sucks greedily and then gently bites the hardened peak. A gasp slips out of me, and I find myself curling my fingers in his hair