Torment Her (Rebels At Sterling Prep #5) - Caitlyn Dare Page 0,63

a beer and Cole a soda.

"You haven't got anything stronger?"

"Not yet, no. The girls will be back soon—Remi's just messaged to say they're leaving. Kenny will want you sober.”

Will she? Maybe being off my ass drunk might help things. I know it's wishful thinking, though. That cunt's images are even stronger once my head is swimming with alcohol.

Thirty minutes later we're still no closer to having a plan, but right on cue Remi, Hadley and Kenny walk toward the pool house.

My eyes fall on my girl, who's wearing a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie. There's nothing overly sexy about the outfit, but the way she wears it… fuck me. My cock swells to the point I have to reach down and rearrange myself as I run my eyes down the length of her.

The image of her on her bed last night hits me and only makes the situation worse. When I make it back up to her face, I find her cheeks pink and desire filling her eyes.

She's thinking about it too.

The second Hadley is in the room, she's in Cole's arms and he has his tongue deep in her mouth.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Ace asks, concern filling his voice, so much so it drags my attention from Kenny.

"We need to show you something."

Ace and I share a look, Cole is too distracted to even come up for air as we follow the girls back out of the pool house.

"Who the fuck—" Ace barks as we round the corner to find Remi's car with ‘Heights Slut’ keyed in the side of it.

"Lylah," Remi spits.

"For real?" I ask, not thinking that bitch had it in her.

"She and Marissa were at the spa. You should have seen the way they looked at us with their noses in the air."

Ace's lips part but no words come out as he looks between the car and Remi in shock.

"They'll get what's coming to them," Kenny pipes up, and it's only now I realize that some of the darkness that's in her eyes is anger.

"No, K. Don't do anything stupid."

"What? Those stuck-up bitches need teaching a lesson."

As much as her need to fight for Remi and Hadley makes my cock hard, she really needs to stay away from Lylah. She's already got her in trouble at school once, she doesn't need to be hauled back into Vager's office any time soon. We're all meant to be keeping our heads down, not willingly sticking them above the parapet.

"I'll call G. He'll get this sorted. Then we'll deal with those bitches," Ace threatens, pulling Remi into his side and turning his back on the car.

They disappear toward the pool house, leaving Kenny and me standing awkwardly on the driveway.

"So... did you have a good day?"

"Uh... yeah. I mean, it was different."

"Drink?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.

"Sure." I gesture for her to go ahead when what I really want to do is pull her to me, but I don't want to start something I can't finish.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kennedy

It’s the first time being with Conner, his brothers and the girls that I feel part of their group.

The spa had been... interesting.

I’d never seen anything like it. It was one of those ultra-modern and luxurious places with rose gold accents and lots of mirrored glass. Remi and Hadley had told me to relax and enjoy it, but being primped and preened by a stranger wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time.

Conner doesn’t seem to mind, if the way he keeps sniffing me is anything to go by.

“You’re smelling me again,” I whisper.

Cole and Hadley are practically dry fucking on the chair while Ace and Remi are on the other end of the couch, making out. Music blasts out from a speaker as the six of us sit around, drinking and shooting the shit.

“You smell good enough to eat.”

My eyes lift to his, glittering with challenge. I let my hand slide up his thigh toward his crotch, but Conner snags it before I get close enough to touch.

I pout dramatically as he chuckles, taking a long pull of his beer. The liquor—champagne at the spa, and the couple of beers I’ve had since getting here—courses through my veins, giving me a nice buzz.

I settle back in Conner’s arms, watching Cole and Hadley as they whisper to one another. He’s got her anchored on top of him, his hand splayed on her neck. It’s such a possessive gesture, one that makes my tummy clench with jealousy.