by J Bree
The news of my three-way relationship hits the dining hall before we do.
Blaise is slouched over, held up only by the wall, and Harley is frowning down at his phone as we arrive. He glances up and does a quick once over of me before sneering at Ash, “A public claiming, really? Like she doesn’t already have enough on her fucking plate.”
Ash’s eyes grow glacial and I groan. “I’ve just removed things from her plate. Now there isn’t a guy at this school that will touch her because I will personally beat the life out of them.”
I shiver and pull away from him so he doesn’t give me shit for reacting like he’s given me flowers or some other shit normal girls like.
Blaise pushes off from the wall and tucks me under his arm. “Whatever, it’s done now. Can we eat so this day can start? I already need it to fucking end.”
We move into the dining hall without waiting for their answers, Blaise rubbing his cheek on the top of my head as he yawns like a damn cat.
Every eye turns to watch us.
I tense and only Blaise’s arm around me stops me from pulling away from him. Avery steps up to my side and slips her arm into mine, glaring around the room until the other students avert their gaze.
“Just ignore them, Star.” Blaise mumbles, and that snaps me out of my awkward nervousness. I give him my best impression of Avery’s icy glare.
“What the hell kind of nickname is that?” Avery mocks and Blaise’s eyes fucking twinkle. I think about thumbing them the fuck out.
“It’s an inside joke, you wouldn’t get it.” He smirks and grabs a tray to fill.
Once we’re seated and digging into our breakfasts, Harley’s eyes flick to the door and groans. I glance over my shoulder to find Ms. Vivienne sauntering in. Blaise snickers under his breath and I jab him in the ribs.
“She offered to write up a personal recommendation letter to three different scholarship programs for me if I join her gifted students study group.” Harley says, watching her warily.
“She offered that to you and not Lips? She beats you in every class, except choir where she’s beating Morrison.” Ash, very helpfully, but also very dickishly, supplies.
Harley doesn’t take the bait, he just raises a brow and says, “I’m aware of that, but the Mounty doesn’t have a dick so I don’t think she’s the slut’s type.”
Avery holds up a palm. “I think I should warn you all. Lips has declared the word slut off limits. If you like your fingernails where they are, I’d choose a new word.”
They all look at me and I shrug. “Pliers hurt like a bitch.”
Harley smirks at me. “Is that how you’re going to make her bleed over my honor, Mounty?”
I throw a napkin at his smug face. “What honor? You should take her up on it.”
Avery cuts me a sharp look and I shrug. “We have nothing on her. Best case scenario she tries to touch him, and after he breaks her fucking hand, we own her. Worst case scenario, he has an in for scholarships.”
I’m not happy about it, but I’m also not going to be possessive and pathetic about this. Either I trust him or I don’t, and I wouldn’t have told him I was the Wolf if I didn’t trust him. Besides, she’s a desperate, attention-seeking cougar. What do we have to be worried about?
Avery looks impressed. “Ruthless. I love it.”
Harley’s eyes narrow. “You’re not worried about me?”
“You gonna fuck her? No? Then I’m not worried. If she gets handsy I’m confident you’ll be able to figure it out. Just don’t accept any drinks from the bitch.”
Blaise roars with laughter over the face Harley pulls, but Avery steers the conversation into a safer direction.
Chapter Seven
We agree to all meet back at our room on Friday to have an early dinner together.
I barely get to see Harley outside of class now he has his extra workload and practice with the swim team. I can tell he’s starting to get twitchy about it, and after the first few weeks of being forced away from me, I find myself being backed into the bathroom for a blistering kiss. He only stops because Avery throws a serving spoon at his head. I blush profusely, but no one seems to care about my mortification. The routine is soothing for Avery, and I find it great to just hang out after another hectic week in hell.
After dinner is over and the kitchen is clean, Ash, Avery, and Harley all head off to their training sessions, and Blaise and I pull an extra study session together.
We always study until Avery gets back and death glares him into leaving with a quick kiss, which is why I’m shocked to find him lounging on my bed as I come out of the bathroom from changing out of my uniform.
I quirk an eyebrow at him and he grins at me, patting the bed playfully.
“Come on, Mounty, I’ve been good,” he practically fucking purrs at me.
My traitorous knees tremble, but I tell them to quit. I do not need a repeat of last year, playing catch up and wading through piles of assignments last minute with him, so I prop my hands on my hips and give him my best impression of Avery’s stern looks.
I’m so fucking ready to chew him out for putting the work off, but then he leans forward to strip his blazer off, popping two buttons on his shirt and letting the color of his tattoos peek out.
Sweet lord.
I cave.
I cave so fucking quickly, climbing up to lay beside him and he covers me with the hard lines of his body the second I do, like he’s as desperate as I am. He stares down at me for a second and whatever it is he’s looking for he finds, grinning and swooping down to take my lips.
As we kiss, deep and dirty, I slide my hands into the open collar to rub at the vibrant colors of his skin and his answering groan is obscene. I fucking love kissing him. The way he uses his whole body, like he needs to move against me because it’s too fucking hard to stay still.
He pulls my hips flush into his and my heart stutters in my chest. I’m so fucking worked up and ready for something to happen. He moves his lips to kiss down my neck and I can’t think anymore.
I’m fucking horny.
That’s what’s happening here.
They’ve all been teasing me and working me into a frenzy and, goddammit, someone had better fucking do something about it, or I’m going to have to deal with the problem myself.
When I tell Blaise this, groaning out the words while he sucks on the soft skin below my ear, he grinds his hips into me harder.
There’s laughter in his voice as he says, “I can do something about it, Star. What do you want?”
I blanch.
Well fuck, I don’t know!
He chuckles under his breath at me and I give him a glare. “If you’re going to be a dick about me being a clueless virgin I’m going to go have a cold shower instead.”
I move to try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go of my hips and the movement makes me rub against his dick. I cannot think about how big or hard he is without gulping and blushing like an idiot.
He groans at me, “Fuck, I’m not being an asshole; I’m trying to go slow. Pick something you’ve already done.”
I blush and glare at him some more.
I watch as it clicks in his brain. He reels back. “You’re not serious?”
Miraculously, my face somehow gets even hotter. I snap, “Yes, I’m fucking serious! You know I’m a virgin.”
Blaise blows out a breath and reaches for his phone, his body curving over me and pressing me into the bed in an entirely too distracting type of way. “Being a virgin doesn’t mean you’ve never fooled around before. You’ve never made out with a guy and gotten each other off?”
My mind flashes to the fucking insanely erotic feeling of grinding down on Harley’s dick and I cough to hide my reaction. “No. I’ve barely done anything. Thanks for taking that so well, Jesus. Who are you calling? If you’re going to fucking tattle—“
He presses a hand over my mouth and slides down onto the bed, maneuvering us around until my back is pressed against his chest.
He pulls me until my head drops back onto his shoulder and my throat is bared, as if he’s going to slit me ear to ear. It definitely should not be a turn on, but I think we all know I’m not in the ballpark of normal.
He breathes into my ear, a shiver running down my spine, “I want to make you come so fucking hard the Jackal hears you screaming my name from his little fortress. I want you so fucking wet that your come runs down my arm and I can smell you on my skin for days. You’re gonna let me touch you, aren’t you, Star? I want to watch you come.”
Sweet merciful lord.
Who fucking taught him to talk like that?!
He doesn’t move his hand away from my mouth so I’m forced to nod to answer him.
He mumbles happily into my shoulder as he licks and sucks his way along the skin there, tracing the little scars I have with his tongue until I’m squirming. I pant desperately through my nose when his free hand edges under my shirt and finds nothing but skin.
I decide I’m never fucking wearing a bra again.
His hand cups one of my boobs and squeezes, his groan smothered in the back of my neck sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. Thank the good lord I’ve been eating again and there’s something for him to hold onto because I think I could come just from this.
“Fuck me,” he groans, rolling my nipples between his calloused fingertips.
He grunts again when I grind my ass into his dick, and he moves the hand from my mouth for long enough to get the shirt off of me and flip me onto my back, then he keeps me quiet by kissing me like he’s dying.
Fuck. Me.
I barely notice him tear my pants off. I’m too busy trying to get his stupid shirt off without just ripping the buttons off and eventually he takes pity on me. He takes off his pants as well, leaving only his boxers, and my mouth waters at the sight of him.
Fuuuuuuck.
I’m struck dumb for a minute and when my brain decides to work again I’m smug that he seems just as affected. He runs his hands up my stomach and over my tits.
“Where the fuck have you been hiding these?” He groans and I scoff at him.
“They come and go.”
He leans down to bite my earlobe and growls, “Well don’t fucking let them go again.”
Bossy asshole but, fuck, that’s hot.
I can’t think of a witty retort and he kisses me again, biting at my lips and sucking until I’m fucking gone for him. His hands work their way lower and lower until they hit my panties.
My heart stutters, but I’m still so fucking desperate that I don’t think twice about moaning into his kiss.
His fingers curve over the lace of my panties and he grunts when he can feel how wet I am already. He pulls away and mumbles something into the skin of my neck as he sucks on the skin there, but there is no way I can focus enough to grasp the words, not when he’s marking up the skin on my neck and sliding his fingers through the mess I’ve already made.
He’s barely even started.
I decide that I can’t wait another damn second and I rip my own panties off so he’ll hurry the hell up.
Works like a charm.
His fingers are sliding over my slick skin and rubbing my clit before my panties hit the floor. Jesus fucking Christ. I do not want to think about the number of girls he must have been with to find my clit that easily.
I’m going to come so fucking quick, the weeks of foreplay priming me to just cream for him. He’s still a fucking tease, and when my legs start to tremble and thrash on the bed he moves from my pulsing clit to slip a finger in, hooking it up to rub over my G spot. I nearly jolt off the damn bed.
“Fuck, Mounty. Do you want to come?”
I nod and whimper like a whore. He grins at me, pumping his finger into me before adding a second, groaning at the tight fit. It doesn’t hurt, but I’m probably going to knee him in the ribs if he tries for a third.
When I start to tremble, from sheer frustration at the orgasm that’s just out of reach, he finally moves to rub my clit again, tight, maddening circles and I fucking shatter.
I come so hard I feel it run down his hand and my thighs, my head thrown back, his name ripped out of my chest in a gasp.
When I finally blink the stars out of my eyes I find Blaise grinning at me like the cat that got the cream.
Well, he certainly got mine.
It takes me two tries to find some words. “I don’t think I can move.”
He laughs at me and if I could move, I’d shove a pillow over his smug face. He moves like he’s going to get off the bed and I grab his arm.
“Mounty, I’m just gonna go jerk off in your bathroom. After that it’s not going to take me long.”
I blush like an idiot but I tug him closer. “Do it here. I wanna watch.”
He quirks an eyebrow up at me like he wasn’t expecting that at all and, honestly, I wasn’t expecting to say it either, but I don’t want him to leave.
He kisses me again, so I miss his hand sliding into his boxers, but when he grunts against my lips I break away to rest my forehead on his chest and look down.
Holy fucking shit.
Okay, I’m now a little nervous about having sex with any of them because Blaise is probably the same size as Harley and, sweet fucking lord, how the hell is that going to fit in me? My mind wanders to Ash, because he’s the only one I haven’t gotten this close to yet, but Annabelle’s taunts stick in my head about the extra inches he has. Fuck.
Blaise’s eyes are glued somewhere between my nipples and the wet mess on my thighs so he misses the little moment of panic I have as he grunts and comes all over his fist.
Fuck.
That’s a good look.
Blaise recovers a bit quicker than me, his face flushed and sweaty and fucking stunning, and he wipes his hand on his discarded shirt. I wrinkle my nose at him and he laughs at me, rolling off the bed to throw it in our laundry basket and wash his hands.
I still can’t move.
It only makes him laugh harder, but I grin back at him, happy to finally see him without the gloom wrapped around him he’s been carrying since he showed up in the Bay.
He helps me back into my shirt and then tucks us both into bed, switching the light off. I settle onto his chest, surprised to find myself close to sleep already. My eyes drift shut and he rubs circles on my back.
“Promise me you won’t let Avery cut my dick off.”
I blink at him, but it’s too dark to really see if he’s being serious. “What?”
“I sent her a text so she would stay back at our room with Ash and Harley, and we could have the room to ourselves all night. She’s just messaged to say she knew I’d be the one to christen her knife. Mounty, I can’t live without my dick.”
I smother my laugh in his chest and fall asleep.
I wake to the smell of coffee, and open my eyes to find Avery wafting a cup under my nose.
I hum happily, grabbing the cup, and when I start to gulp down the sweet, sweet life-giving liquid Avery says, so sweetly, “And anything for your bedfellow this morning?”
Bedfellow?
Oh.
Fuck.
I almost forget the cup of piping hot coffee in my hand as I sit up. Thank fuck we put at least a little clothing back on last night before we fell asleep. My cheeks are burning as I brave a look at Avery. She smirks at me.
“I think he’d rather sleep in.” I croak and shift around to try to get out of the bed without her noticing my bare ass.
“Exhausted, is he? Big night?” She coos and I give up, swinging my legs out and preparing to run for the bathroom, bare ass be damned! I need a minute for my brain to unscramble.
“You know he’s not a morning person, Aves.” I mumble and scurry off to the bathroom. I take my time getting clean, letting the water calm me down. Fuck. What the hell am I going to say to Harley or Ash about this? This is the real fucking test of whether or not they can share.
When I finally emerge Blaise is still snoring. Avery is cooking a mo
untain of pancakes and Ash is drinking a coffee like his life depends on it. When he hears the door, he turns to offer me a cup, no hesitation or judgment. I let out a breath.
“Harley’s coming up when he’s finished at the pool and we can study together. Avery is getting twitchy about biology already.” He smirks and I join him at the bench. Pancakes aren’t my favorite, but I could eat fifty of them I’m that hungry.
Avery snarks over her shoulder at him, “Why do we always have to cut up dead things? It’s disgusting.”
Ash snorts. “Too bad you’re not paired with the Mounty, Harley told me word on the street says her hand is the steadiest.”
I elbow him in the ribs while Avery laughs. We get set up on the table, pancakes and assignments spread out around us, and eat while we wait for Harley. I refuse to wake Blaise and I don’t mention that it’s because I know the real torture will start the moment he does. Avery is distracted, her mind on her phone more than her breakfast. When she looks up I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“Joey has moved to my father’s estate in Washington. He has a new dealer and he’s already causing problems there.”
I pull a face at her. “Problems like a trail of dead bodies?”
Ash snorts. “Senior is not enjoying being on Joey babysitting duty. It was easier for him to leave it to us. He’s already stabbed two of my father’s men when they tried to stop him from going out.”
I nod slowly. I have the opportunity to finally ask why the hell Ash’s life depends on Joey breathing but I’m not sure now is the right time, with Blaise snoring and Harley on his way back. Avery sees the indecision on my face and cuts a careful look at Ash.
“Senior has made his disappointment very clear that Joey is the only one of his progeny to have inherited his taste for violence.”
Right.
Gross.
Harley unlocks the door, for fuck’s sake they all must have keys, and wanders in. He scoffs at Blaise’s snoring form and throws a pillow at him. Blaise doesn’t so much as twitch. Harley pulls up a chair next to mine and, though his eyes are intense as he looks me over, he kisses my cheek sweetly and his wet hair tickles the side of my face. I try, and fail, not to start to blush but I’m so fucking relieved.