Outcast: A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance (Montlake Prep Book 2)

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by Nora Cobb


  “Feel good, baby?” His soothing tone lulls me into a contented rhythm as I begin to move my hips against his pelvis. He presses his hands against my knees, spreading them wider. Then he grips my thighs. Soon, I’m rocking against him, matching his motion stroke for stroke.

  “Fuck! Your pussy is sweet and tight,” he growls as he fills me. I lift my hand to brush the hair out of his eye. He turns his head toward my arms and softly covers my skin with kisses.

  Tightly holding my stocking-clad thighs, Jacob builds up speed. Each thrust opens me a little more for him. I open my eyes and admire the play of muscles working on his chest and arms as his body moves between my thighs. Grunting, Jacob rolls his head back in a trance and pumps me as if he could go on forever.

  “Jacob,” I moan.

  He lifts his gaze as if waking from a dream and looks at me with a hazy stare. Letting go of my leg, his hand slips between us and touches my clit, igniting me like a match.

  I can no longer control myself, and a rising moan escapes from deep within my core. I feel myself pulsing against his hardness, squeezing him for release while pleasure washes over me like lapping waves on the shore. My back arches off the bed. My body, slick with sweat, press closer to his. A drum is beating, faster and faster, and my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Only when I return to earth do I realize the drum was my own heart pounding at my throat.

  “Come for me again, baby.” He drives another thrust hard into me. “Come for me while I’m in you; it’s so hot. I want to feel all of you.”

  My eyes flicker open, and my lips part as he works me into a rocking frenzy. My hips buck up and down and I’m almost there. I place a hand on my breast and pinch my nipple.

  “So fucking hot,” he growls. “I’ll always treat you right, baby.”

  His cock feels hotter and harder as he pushes me down to the bed. My hair tosses across the pillow as I wildly scream. My tender breasts rub against him while my hips grind against his hard body. I shout as I try to arch myself deeper into him. I come again, and I cling to his sweaty, hard body, wanting him again as he lets go, shouting my name.

  “Natalie! Oh fuck, Natalie.”

  I hold him as he presses his head into the pillow beside me, breathing heavily and trying to recover as his back moves up and down, emptying himself in thick, ropey spurts. Then, he lifts his head and he kisses me harder than ever before.

  “It was special,” I whisper.

  “Second time will be better.” He winks devilishly.

  CHAPTER 27

  Natalie

  Sunday morning, Uncle Phil and I are sitting in the breakfast nook. My gaze drifts over to the patio window, and a daydream fills my head as I think about how soft the snow must feel. It brings me right back to my bed, where Jacob and I lay together, snuggled under the sheets after sex. Later, my phone chimed with a text, and Uncle Phil said he was on a plane back home, but Jacob stayed for a few more hours.

  “Are you sure it’s safe?” My robe was wrapped tightly around my body.

  He nodded and laced up his shoes. “This is nothing once you run laps.”

  Standing up, he pulled me into his arms. And I pressed my ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

  “It was special,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

  Jacob kissed the top of my head so softly, and I held him as close as I could. Montlake is over, but we’re just beginning.

  “Thank you,” he spoke softly. “It’s going to be hard, but I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  And then he walked home in the snow, leaving out the patio door through the woods.

  ***

  “Natalie?”

  Uncle Phil brings me back to the present with a shake of my shoulder. His hand stays on my arm as his expression searches my eyes for signs of distress. Gently, I place my hand on his.

  “It’s okay. I mean I know it’s a mess, but I’m hanging in there.”

  Sighing, he pulls his hand away. “It is a mess. I had that article taken down, but once it’s on the internet, I’m afraid it never goes away. Someone’s going to be sued. That I promise you.”

  I frown, looking at the butter, forming a pool in my oatmeal. “It’s weird. Winter break starts today, but when it’s over, I won’t be going back to that place.”

  My uncle’s eyes freeze on me as if I’ve just said something inconceivable.

  He knows that I’ve been expelled. I’m not sure if I can go back to West Lake this late in the year, and even if I could, I’m not ready for that. I could barely keep it together at Montlake. Uncle Phil doesn’t break his gaze, and his sea-blue eyes take on an icy edge. I shiver, wondering if he believes the gossip.

  “I didn’t do those things.” I crack under his hard stare. “I was stupid, but I’m not a slut.”

  Uncle Phil inhales sharply as if I slapped him in the mouth. “Natalie, I never believed you did anything wrong. You were mistreated, and I would have stepped in sooner if I had known the extent of it.” He pauses, collecting himself and softening his expression. I look at him, and I think I prefer the hard frown. “You can’t leave school.”

  “A year off wouldn’t be bad considering everything that has happened.” I put my spoon in my cereal, ruining the butter pond. “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so hard if I had just accepted what happened.”

  “You can’t hide from life, Natalie,” he warns.

  “I’d like to,” I reply.

  Outside the window, the wind blows a drift of snow off the trees. The hot tub is all covered, but I smile as I think about Jacob again. I wonder if he told Lucas. He wouldn’t bother with Anthony. But it doesn’t matter; I won’t be back for the drama.

  “Natalie, you’re going back to Montlake.”

  I look at Uncle Phil like he hasn’t been listening.

  “I’m not going back,” I huff. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I was booted to the curb, and it’s over.”

  Uncle Phil shakes his head. “It’s not over, Natalie. You’ll go back. You’ll graduate, and then you’ll go to Columbia.”

  I clench my fist. “Uncle Phil, I was kicked out, and I’m okay with it. Good riddance to stuck-up trash.”

  “Natalie, this is non-negotiable. You are going back.”

  Spoken like a real parent. His expression is like stone, and I’ve never seen Uncle Phil like this. He’s always been happy and goofy but determined. Yes, he’s always been determined, and I’m only seeing the stubborn side of him now. Automatically, I sit up straight, and my hands go to my sides.

  “Natalie, a good education isn’t just about a diploma. It’s about making connections. And going to an Ivy League will give you connections later. You’re amazing with math, but a mediocre school won’t be enough to challenge you. Columbia is the next step, but you can’t skip this current step. Your acceptance to Columbia is contingent on graduating from Montlake.”

  I take a breath because the tension between us may cause the windows to crack. Carefully, I make sure there is no tone in my voice.

  “Uncle Phil,” I say slowly, “I was expelled. I also heard that Arielle’s family is suing for slander, which means this won’t go away easily.”

  “I’m paying for it to go away.” His voice is iron hard. “I made a hefty donation to Montlake through Cromwell. The school wants to tear down the old art building and replace it with a visual communications center. He asked me if I wanted my name on the building in exchange, that bastard. I sold twenty-five percent of my company to a buyer to appease Arielle’s family and keep our name out of the lawsuit. You are going back.”

  My stomach pitches and flips, and instantly, the smell of the cooling oatmeal makes me nauseous. I push the bowl away and into the center of the table. I didn’t know what to say because it was all so horrible. Not only will I be returning to Montlake, but Uncle Phil will be losing a share of his company. Because of me.

  “I’m so sorry.” The tears fill my eyes. “I’ve caused you so much trouble.”

 
; “Natalie.” Uncle Phil’s hand touches mine.

  Avoiding his heartfelt gaze, I stare down at the Rolex watch on his wrist. His hair on his forearm is caught under the gold band. Idly, I wonder if he will be able to afford another.

  “The only thing that I wish is that you had told me everything sooner, and quite frankly, I don’t know if I would have believed that high school kids act that way.”

  “They can,” I choke back a sob, “More than you can ever imagine.”

  I told Uncle Phil everything. Well, almost. He would have lost if he knew about Troy. I focused on Arielle since her family wanted to sue Uncle Phil, for what I don’t know, but Montlake managed to connive its way out of a lawsuit.

  We sit for a long while as he holds my shivering hand. It isn’t over. The shares have been sold, and I can’t back out of returning to Montlake. Everything is set in place, and I have been placed back on the chessboard. Any pawn can become a queen if she makes it to the end. But first, you have to survive.

  I may still be a pawn in someone else’s game. But for now, I survived.

  “You said someone bought your shares? Who” I ask, almost afraid to know the answer.

  .

  Uncle Phil picks up the Sunday paper and opens it to the business section. “The last name is Saunders. Their son, Troy, is also a student at Montlake. We’ll be heading to their estate in a couple of days to finalize the terms of the sale.”

  END OF BOOK 2

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