There are going to be hurt feelings, or at the very least righteous anger, one way or another.
But that’s a problem for another day.
“Just because I didn’t fuck my want for Bernadette into other girls, it doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.” Aaron smirks as he opens the package and tosses the box aside, spinning a black rubber item around on the finger that’s tattooed with the first letter of his name. With that expression on his face, it’s easy to believe that he’s the A in HAVOC. “I know how to use a cock ring, Vic. If the best you can do is mount her tits like a wild animal, then really, I don’t have a fucking thing to worry about.”
Aaron uses some of the lube to make the ring slippery before he slides it down the length of his inked shaft, groaning and letting his head fall back in pleasure. The moonlight coming in from outside brings out all the chocolate tones in his hair, making him look both feral and very pretty all at the same time. A beautiful beast, that’s what he is.
He moves back over to me, putting his palms on my ribcage and sliding his fingers down the deep curve of my waist and the generous swell of my hips. I’ve never been thin; a fact that Pamela always made sure to remind me about. But I’ve also never wanted to be. A girl can enjoy being a little thick, you know? And clearly, none of my boys seem to have a problem with it.
The way Aaron’s looking at me right now, I feel beautiful in his eyes, like a savage queen, undomesticated and uncontrollable. That’s why they’re only ever going to need one Havoc Girl; I’ll make sure of it.
Aaron turns the cock ring on, the slight buzzing of it making him groan and thrust against me in desperation. He doesn’t enter me though, just teases me, bumping my clit with the head of his cock and transferring that sweet vibration through my body.
“Do you still have that vibrator?” Aaron whispers, but loudly enough that Vic, who’s still smoking by the window, can hear. “The one we used to play with together?” I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting the sweetness of my own body on his lips. I’d almost forgotten that, how we’d use to lay under the blankets together, alternating touching ourselves with our hands and using the dinky little vibe I stole from the sex shop across the street from the Hellhole.
That was before we were brave enough to just do it, to let go and fall into each other.
“I have a much better one now,” I assure him, biting his ear as he moves his hips against me. “This time, I checked reviews online before I went in to pinch it.” Aaron chuckles, and even the sound of that vibrates through me, making me writhe. “When we finally get my stuff from Pam’s, I’ll let you test it out on me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Victor growls, climbing back on the bed with the cigarette still in his mouth. His jealousy is a tangible thing as he slides up alongside us. “Stop gazing at each other with goo-goo eyes and let’s get back to fucking. Hey, princess, you ever let a guy do you in the ass before?”
“God, I hate you,” Aaron snarls back at him, teeth clenched. He holds me with a fragile possessiveness that I just know is going to eventually shatter. When it does, Aaron will likely try to use a jagged piece to cut Vic’s throat open.
“Well?” Vic asks, ignoring him.
Aaron very gently turns my head back to him, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth, letting me know that he’ll put me first, no matter what. And that’s why Victor owes him everything; I could not handle Vic without Aaron to temper him out. Sometimes, you just need someone to hold you and stroke your hair back and tell you everything’s going to be okay.
“Yes,” I respond honestly, and Aaron smiles against my lips. He knows I’ve done it because he was the one to do it. The smug look he tosses up at Victor has our leader bristling. “But let’s try it again.”
Aaron moves to the side, and I adjust myself, turning to face him, falling into his arms. My hands trace the slight stubble on his cheeks as I hook a leg over him and he scoots forward, finding my opening with the head of his cock and sliding in. The vibration from the cock ring is just enough to spread delicious heat through me.
“Look at me while he enters you,” Aaron growls, biting my lower lip. “Just look at me.”
Victor hears him, using lubed fingers to tease me from behind, the scalding press of his body making me sweat and undulate against Aaron’s cock.
“Nice one, Fadler, very nice,” Vic snarls right back, slipping one of those fingers inside of me. My vision flickers with white splotches as pleasure overwhelms me. Is it possible to die from too much? If so, send me to that sweet, hot early grave, baby. I am ready to go.
My fingers dig into Aaron’s wavy hair as my eyes close and Vic pleasures me from behind. I can feel his finger and Aaron’s cock inside of me together, a very thin wall of flesh separating them. When that second finger is added, the intensity is almost unbearable.
“I don’t know if I can do it,” I choke out, shaking and trembling between the two of them. “You guys might be too big for this.”
“Honey, if you want me to stop, call out our safety word, yeah?” I can practically feel Vic grinning behind me. “Mare’s nest should work, don’t you think?” He snorts again and removes his fingers. The lube is cool when he applies a generous amount to my ass, working it in nice and good before he puts the tip of his cock against me. “Last chance.”
“Tell him no, and I’ll make him stop,” Aaron assures me, but I don’t want to tell Vic no. I want them both inside of me at the same time.
“That’s what I thought,” Vic grunts, and then he’s pushing slowly into me, stretching my body to its limit and making me cry out with the sensation. The two of them are putting pressure on that thin wall of flesh, and I just know that when they move, they can feel each other’s cocks.
Victor’s hand slides around to knead my breast and play with my nipple, trapped between my chest and Aaron’s as my ex-turned-forever-boyfriend kisses my mouth with every ounce of feeling left inside of him. His kiss says I missed you, and I ached because I thought you were gone forever. I reciprocate the feeling, washing myself of any last vestiges of anger for what he did to me.
He did what he had to do. He chose Havoc. He made himself worthy of me.
We are fallible; we all make mistakes; we all deserve a shot at forgiveness.
That is, except for rapists and pedophiles. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on; you will never be granted my forgiveness, and I owe you nothing.
The boys move in and out of me, nice and slow, their frenzy drained away as we’re overwhelmed with emotion together. Aaron has no trouble embracing it, and, surprisingly enough, Victor doesn’t seem to be bothered either. Apparently, between the three of us, I’m the one with the most intimacy issues to work out.
They move me into another orgasm before letting themselves come. Victor is first, his huge cock squeezed to within an inch of its life inside me, spilling himself into my body and then just lying there while Aaron continues to move. With the cock ring, he’s able to go for much longer, stirring up my body to new heights of pleasure before we come crashing down together on the other side.
He reaches between us to stop the vibration on the ring, but he doesn’t move. For a long time, nobody does. And even when we do; we don’t go far. I run my ass to the bathroom to clean up and Victor joins me, washing his cock in the shower as we stare each other down.
“You’re lucky I love you both so much,” he says to me, tilting his head slightly to one side, wet hair falling into his face. “If I didn’t love Aaron as a brother, I would kill him.”
“I know,” I respond, and by the time we get back downstairs, Aaron has made scrambled eggs and filled three glasses with water.
We take the food back to the bed to eat together, and really, that’s the last thing I remember before passing out.
Blessed be the stars, I guess, because the three of us end up falling asleep on the bed together … and playing a second showing come morning.
We do not make it into Prescott High that day. The best I can manag
e is to get dressed in pj’s so that Aaron and I can go grab the girls from Jennifer’s and drop them off at school.
And when the other boys show up after class, I can tell they know.
“Whoa,” Hael whistles, clapping his hands together as Aaron and Vic both smoke on the back porch, four chairs between them, not at all interested in interacting with each other. Let’s be honest here: there is no interest in this for either of them save for me. “Did you guys shack up together last night?”
He’s playing the jovial clown, but when I look at him, I can see just a hint of darkness in his expression, and that scares the shit out of me. We lock gazes, but he just smiles like it doesn’t bother him. Because Hael has a long fuse, the other boys forget sometimes that he’s just like them, bathed in blackness and pain and violence. But not me. I won’t forget. I give him the most genuine smile I can muster and watch as he actively tries to tamp down on his rage.
“Get fucked, Harbin,” Aaron says at the same time that Victor tells him to eat shit.
“Well that answers that,” Hael says, grinning from ear to ear as Callum crouches on one of the chairs in the middle, and I stand just behind it, watching them. “Did you guys measure dicks? Did you get in a little double penetration? Hmm? Inquiring minds want to know.”
“Hael, I’m not going to tell you again: leave us alone.” Victor doesn’t even bother looking at his friend. Instead, he stands up and heads inside without so much as looking at me. He doesn’t want any of the others to think he’s getting soft.
I don’t think he really needs to worry about that; we all know he’s an asshole.
“I see you’ve been using your time here to be productive,” Oscar quips, but I just turn a look on him that makes his eyes narrow. I know what I look like right now: cocky, triumphant, victorious.
“Oh, you have no idea,” I purr, turning and letting the robe I’m wearing gape open. Oscar’s eyes find my naked body before flicking up to my face. Every story has its arcs, and I intend on making this one about conquest. I’m going to own all five of these boys and their hot asses. “Stick around instead of running off next time, and maybe you’ll get to see for yourself?”
“I would,” he replies coolly, giving me nothing, his true feelings hidden behind glasses, tattoos, and a nice suit, “if there was anything worth sticking around for.”
I scoff as I push past him and head inside. I’ve gotta get dressed properly this time, so I can go with Aaron to pick up the girls. Oscar follows me in, but when I hit the stairs and turn back to look at him. He walks right past me and into the kitchen, like he had no intention of following me at all.
I don’t believe him.
Not for a second.
It takes the detective and his pretty, blond assistant the better part of a week to work their way through the student body of Prescott High. By Friday, they’ve circled all the way back around to me again.
“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this,” I deadpan as I step into Ms. Keating’s office and flop into one of the two chairs. They’re in considerably less good shape now than they were when I came here and found the box of Havoc shit. All these students in and out, with no Ms. Keating to command respectful authority, and the chairs are picked at, cut up, and scratched to shit. There’s even the word gullible scrawled across one in purple Sharpie.
Gross.
“Bernadette, how’s married life?” Sara Young asks, trying to smile at me. There’s some genuine curiosity in her statement, but her expression couldn’t be anymore patronizing. Getting my brains fucked out, trying to balance my relationships with three other guys at the same time, desperately searching for a reason not to kill Oscar Montauk.
“It’s great.” Just that, no elaboration. I stare at Constantine since I can tell talk of me being a child bride is upsetting to him. “What’s up?”
“Do you mind if we record our conversation again?” The detective asks, and I glance over at Principal Vaughn with a what the actual fuck, man? sort of a look. He stares right back at me, and then flicks his shit-brown eyes back to the cops.
“Doesn’t she need a parent or guardian here?” Vaughn clarifies, but Constantine just gives him a smile as patronizing as the one Sara gave me.
“No, actually. Because Bernadette here is a legal adult now, aren’t you Bernie?”
“Do not call me Bernie,” I tell him, my voice flat and serious. “Question: am I free to leave?”
“Um, of course,” Sara says, pinching her pink lips together. “But why would you want to do that? We’re just looking for as much information as we can get about your stepfather. Last time we were here, you seemed to express a fear that he might be coming after you? Do you want to talk about that?”
“No. I want to know if I’m free to leave,” I repeat, because if I’m not then this investigation has just amped up to another level. Also, if they tell me no then it’s time to contact a lawyer. “I can’t be seen spending so much time here with—no offense—a bunch of pigs. It won’t look good to the rest of the school.” I glance shyly in Sara’s direction and tuck some hair behind my left ear. “Maybe though … I could stop by and we could talk sometime, like have coffee or whatever?”
Sara’s eyes light up with triumph as Constantine narrows his own.
“That would be fantastic. Are you free on Sunday?” I nod and Sara smiles. “Good. Do you need a ride?”
“No, I can get to your place if I go early enough and take my bike …” I trail off, shifting my eyes to the side, opposite where Principal Vaughn is standing, like I have something to hide … or something to be afraid of.
“Why don’t you text me when you’re on your way, and we can pick things up there?” I nod a second time and slip out the door before Constantine pisses me off and I lose my temper. I can feel the suspicion rolling off of him; he wants to peg me with something, anything.
“Real quick,” Sara Young calls out, popping out the door and causing me to turn around, nice and slow, like I’m afraid of being seen with her. She seems fairly sympathetic to my position and stays where she is, near the door of the office. “Do you know a girl named Ivy Hightower?”
Shit, fuck, damn.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, waiting for her to drop the bomb on me.
“Because she hasn’t been seen in a while, and her family is extremely worried.”
“She was dating Danny Ensbrook,” I say, feeling my chest get hollow. Anxiety pours into me, but I fight the physical tells with every ounce of strength I have. “Maybe they got knocked-up and ran off together? Happens all the time.” I turn away before Sara can probe any further, but I can see from her face that this is the response she expected, but one she isn’t buying.
Likely, she’s heard from Danny’s brothers that running off would be out of character for him, that something bad probably happened, that Havoc is very much responsible.
Fuck.
The walls feel like they’re closing in, but I walk it off, down the hall, right back to Mr. Darkwood’s class. I ignore Kali Rose completely this time. After all, she isn’t worth anymore of my energy. I’m just fucking done with her, to be honest.
I slide into my seat and put my pen to the paper.
A careful dance of dangerous boys,
A choreography where each missed step could break a heart,
A single girl with a soul as black as pitch,
With newfound dreams as big as the Milky Way.
Watchful eyes and grasping claws,
A war that can only end in blood,
Sex and violence, love and grief,
A list, a jackpot, a twisted test of romance.
“Another poem about me I assume?” Kali quips as I walk by at the end of class in my pink leather Havoc jacket. I blink in surprise as I turn to look at her with a frown on my face. For so long, I’ve been furious with her, but … she knows what she did to me. I know what she did to me. And she’s going to pay for that; the Havoc Boys will make sure of that. She means nothing to me now
.
“Believe it or not,” I whisper after I put my poem on Mr. Darkwood’s desk, and then turn to lean over Kali’s. I can see she hasn’t written a fucking thing on her own page. “You don’t factor much into what I do. I have everything you ever wanted: the respect of this school, a body you could only dream of, and the love of Havoc.” I move in even closer and put my pink-painted lips up against Kali’s ear. “So get fucked, bitch. I am done with your ass.”
I stand up and head for the door as she starts to shriek behind me.
But I’m not listening. I don’t care. I got to fuck Vic and Aaron at the same time, and it was glorious.
“At the same time,” I say to Principal Vaughn when I come out of the classroom, lighting up a cigarette and laughing at the confused expression on his face. Once upon a time, I was almost afraid of him. Of Kali. Of the world. Not anymore. “Next time: all of them. Every single one!” I hold my cigarette up as I howl, and half the hallway joins in.
Vic better be working on that motherfucking crown because I am here for that shit.
Besides, I might be a shitty poet, but I’m a damn good queen.
Every year, Prescott High holds an absolutely hilarious dance that the administrators have the audacity to call the winter formal. There are a couple of reasons that the name—and the concept—are so damn funny.
First: there isn’t a student at Prescott High that isn’t dirt poor. I’m talking, you’re lucky if your mom works part-time at the convenience store for minimum wage type poor. The idea of a formal dance of any kind is stupid as shit since none of us can afford the clothes needed to fit the theme.
Second: we don’t even have the budget some years for prom. Or homecoming. The only homecoming I’ve ever been around for at Prescott is the one that I didn’t go to. The one that Kali wore my dress to. The night that I fucked Aaron even though I shouldn’t have.
Third: this is South Prescott. You think anyone wants to go to a party run by the administrators? Are you fucking kidding me? We throw our own motherfucking parties.
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