Hannaford Prep: The Complete Series

by J Bree

  I snort at him and snap, “Annabelle fucking Summers just climbed into your bed and woke me up from my nap. I’ve kicked her the fuck out and I’m going back to my own bed while I wait to see if this gets me expelled. Just a courtesy call.” And then I hang the fuck up to the sounds of him cursing the whole damn universe out.

  I lock the door and turn off my phone while I try to calm down.

  It’s only when I hear the door unlocking that I realize they all have fucking keys and can get the fuck in and I need some fucking space! I stomp to the bathroom and lock that door instead. They’d have to break the damn thing down to get to me and if they do that, well, I’ll stab them.

  I turn the shower on and then sit on the floor, doing some deep breathing to calm the fuck down. Like Marianas fucking Trench levels of deep.

  The soft knock startles me and I frown. I can’t imagine Ash knocking like that.

  “It’s me, Mounty. Ash called me to deal with Annabelle and I told him to deal with his own sloppy leftovers,” Avery says, and I unlock the door for her, cutting the shower off now I know I don’t have to pretend. I can’t look her in the eye, I feel all raw and exposed at my little tantrum. Fuck, I’m being pathetic.

  I say that to Avery and she breathes ice at me. “No judgment. Fuck them.”

  “I just—I knew it was a bad idea to go there. I knew it! I let him talk me into it and now I’ve been spotted in his bed by that bitch and for all I know she’s managed to get a photo of me there. You’re going to have to save me from being expelled again and the fucking whispers are only going to get worse!”

  Avery nods and fluffs with her hair in that way she does when she’s plotting and texting. I wait her out, pulling my socks off and starting to strip to have a shower for real. Avery always tells me hot water heals all.

  When I step under the hot spray, Avery hums quietly under her breath and lifts her phone to her ear. I can’t hear whoever is on the other end of the line but I watch instantly as a slow smirk slides across Avery’s mouth.

  “Oh, I’m sure it is a pleasure to hear from me, Summers. I have some news for you… I did warn you. If you piss me off again, I’ll have your scholarship revoked… well, crawling into my brother’s bed pisses me off… I can and I will… how about instead of slutting your way around my family you find another cock to worship… I hear Remy is desperate and he’s due to come into a reasonable sum…you’re not in a position to be picky Summers. Oh, and if you go to the school board about Lips again I won’t put out a social hit. I’ll end you.”

  She hangs up and smiles at me, genuinely sweet, as she leaves me to my shower. “I’ll go make us a coffee. We can pull the drawers in front of the door so the idiots can’t get in and then watch Dirty Dancing with ice cream.”

  I laugh at her enthusiasm for fucking with the guys and nod, lathering up and cleansing the shitty mood right out of my skin.

  When I’m finished and wrapping myself in a big fluffy towel the front door bangs open and I stop breathing so I can hear who the fuck it is.

  Avery snaps, “If you walk into that bathroom, she will tear your testicles clean off of your body, and I’ll stand by and let her.”

  The bathroom door slams open and Ash storms in, kicking it shut behind him. I clutch my towel like he hasn’t watched Harley eat me out in public and blush like an idiot.

  “I have had the patience of a fucking saint,” he says, and I gape at him.

  “Do you want a fucking medal?” I sputter and he steps forward until he’s crowding me back into the bathroom sink.

  “No, I want you to trust me and trust that there’s nothing that trashy whore could do that I couldn’t fix for you. They want to kick you out? I’ll fix it. They want to bad mouth you? I’ll fix it. They want to hurt you in any way? I’ll fucking fix it.”

  His eyes are like the center of a flame, searingly hot blue that burns me until I’m panting up at him. I can’t function or form a reply when he’s looking at me like that.

  I pull away and root around until I find a clean set of bra and panties, matching and chosen by Ash last year. I try not to blush and fumble as I slip them both on while his eyes roam over my skin possessively. When I reach for my shirt he grabs my hand and tugs me into his chest. Snapping the bathroom door open, he barks out, “Go away, Avery.”

  Avery startles from where she’s sitting at the kitchen bench with her coffee texting, her eyes wide as she takes us both in.

  I gape at Ash, and from the indignant noise his sister makes I know she’s just as pissed about it. “This is my fucking room, asshole!”

  He smirks at her and my heart stops. Oh fuck. “Well, I’m about to lay the Mounty out on the closest flat surface and spread-”

  “DO NOT FINISH THAT FUCKING SENTENCE!” Avery screeches, scrambling out of the chair and grabbing her ballet bag. Cursing him out, so fucking colorfully I can’t believe it’s her doing it, she storms out, slamming the door behind her.

  I could die.

  Ash only looks more determined once we have the room to ourselves.

  “I’m still pissed off,” I say, because a sweet little declaration hasn’t changed my mood. Okay, it has changed it a little but I’m still practically vibrating with anger.

  “Good. It’ll only make you come harder.”

  Sweet merciful lord.

  “Wait, you can’t just—“ He cuts me off with a blistering kiss and then I forget why the fuck I was arguing with him.

  One of his hands wrap around my throat so his thumb fits under my chin, tipping my head back to where he wants it. It should not be a turn on, especially with his family’s history, but I fucking gush at his firm grip.

  He walks me backwards until I’m pinned against the table by his body, his dick pressing against my stomach and holy shit I forgot how big he is. I forget I’m kissing him, dazed and a little terrified, and he scoffs at me, tapping my hip until I hop up onto the table. When I move to wrap my legs around his hips he holds my legs down, spreading them wide. I frown at him, because I might be nervous but I don’t want to stop, and the smirk on his face only gets wider.

  “Lie back. I want to enjoy the lingerie I picked for you. I’ve spent a long fucking time thinking about how it would look on you.”

  I blush but do it, gasping as my back hits the cold table. The possessive look is back as he runs his hands down my chest, squeezing and teasing my tits, then sliding down until he can stroke back over the scrap of black lace between my thighs. I shiver, choking on the moan that claws it’s way out of my throat when he rips the lace clear off of my body. The rumble deep in his chest lets me know what he thinks of the sight of my wet pussy spread wide for him.

  “Avery will have an aneurysm if she finds out we did this on the table. She’s been clear about her stance on the furniture,” I choke out, and he drops to his knees.

  “Don’t tell her then, Mounty,” he says, and any reply I could have come up with disappears the second his mouth touches me.

  Holy. Fuck.

  Holy Jesus fuck.

  Okay, getting head is the best fucking thing and why did I wait so damn long to start dating? Stupid question, I was waiting until I found the three hottest guys who ever walked the Earth and then somehow managed to convince them all to share me. Fuuuuuuuck. As he teases at my clit my brain switches off and I start to grind against his mouth, chasing the sensation until I’m splintering apart at the fucking seams but he doesn’t stop. He’s fucking merciless as he pushes and pushes until I come again, gasping and crying out into the silence of the room.

  Lord, he is good with his tongue.

  When my thighs finally stop shaking, I sit up and tug at his shoulders until he stands, kissing me until we’re just panting into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of my slick pussy between us.

  I want him.

  I don’t think beyond that, sliding off of the table and onto my knees as I reach for his belt with steady fingers. He smirks at me and helps to undress. I swallow roughly at the
sight of his chest, all the lean solid muscle of a runner. Only when he’s kicked his pants and boxers off do I glance down but my eyes land on a smudge of ink right above his dick.

  I can’t even focus on anything but the tattoo.

  “Are you serious right now?” I croak.

  “Yes, I’m serious, that is my dick. I appreciate the awed tones though, Mounty,” he drawls out, all fucking smug and I can’t. I just fucking can’t.

  “No, I mean, do you seriously have the words ‘you’re welcome’ tattooed above your dick? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this.”

  Ash chuckles at me as I move to stand up then he holds me down with a firm hand on my shoulder. Oh look, there’s my damage again but sweet merciful lord if that doesn’t make me gush all over again.

  “It’s Morrison’s fault, get pissy at him, not me.”

  I scoff at him and then try to focus on his dick instead of the arrogant, smug, totally-fucking-Beaumont tattoo he has.

  Sweet lord in heaven.

  I forgot he was fucking huge. I gulp. There is no way that will fit in me. Not right now, and possibly not ever. I might dislocate my jaw doing this.

  “You’ll be fine, Mounty.”

  I punch him in the leg because I’m excellent at foreplay. He grunts at me, probably because the hit was a little too close to his monster cock for comfort, but when I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and pump he shuts up real fast.

  He’s right, I don’t dislocate my jaw but fuck it if it isn’t a stretch. He’s less worried about hurting me than Harley is, his hands in my hair tugging and pulling while his hips jerk forward, but that only makes me moan louder. He doesn’t warn me that he’s going to come either, just grunts and shoots down the back of my throat. It’s the soft touches afterwards that tell me how much I mean to him, and I love every fucking second of it. I could do that every day of my life and die a happy lady.

  When he helps me up from the floor and kisses me, I can’t stop myself from snarking at him. “You’re going to have to make do with blowjobs for a while. That is not going to fit in me. I’m half the fucking size of you as is.”

  He laughs at me, completely unconcerned by my stern warnings, and walks over to climb into my bed. Fuck, his ass is all toned muscle. Perfect to sink your teeth into.

  “Get in here. I need a nap.”

  Ugh, bossy asshole.

  But I do exactly what he says.

  The notification of my in-school suspension comes through as an email the next morning and I read it out to Ash while he sips at a coffee in bed, sleep mussed and fucking delicious looking after spending the whole night with me.

  “I told you, Mounty. Trust me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  I refuse to let the house arrest stop me from doing whatever the hell I want, trusting in Ash and what he said to me.

  Avery starts working her way through the teachers and students that have helped Ms. Vivienne and by the end of the week two teachers quit and eight students transfer out of Hannaford. There’s nothing quite like Avery freaking Beaumont when she’s on the social warpath.

  On Sunday, after a long day of studying and trying to catch up on sleep, Ash texts me a demand to meet him in the boy’s room and when I try to get him to come to my room instead he calls me a coward.

  The manipulative asshole, except it’s effective and I stomp over to rant at him in person.

  When I unlock the door and fling it open the words die in my throat at the arrogant fucking smirk on his face and the fact that he’s lounging on his bed in his fucking boxers. Dammit. His nipples are like my kryptonite and I think somehow he’s figured it out!

  “Do you want to argue, Mounty? I’d rather we go for round two but I’ll fight if you need the foreplay.”

  I cut him a look but I lose the higher ground by drooling all over myself as I climb up onto his bed to get to him. “Shut up and kiss me, asshole.”

  Ash chuckles and nips at my lip, “Why, Mounty, I didn’t think you’d be up for ass play just yet but if you ask nicely I could be persuaded.”

  Aaaaaaand now I kinda wanna die.

  He doesn’t let me pull away, his hand firm on the back of my neck as he strokes his tongue over mine until I forget why it was I was so embarrassed in the first place. I feel like a fumbling idiot as I clutch at his shoulders because his hands are steady and sure as he strips my shirt from me and with a quick flick of his fingers my bra is off and across the room.

  I’m panting the second his hands cup my tits, kneading and toying with my nipples, and for a second I’m so distracted I don’t feel the buzzing of my phone. It’s only when Ash curses into the skin of my neck that I realize what’s pissed him off.

  911. Our room. Now.

  I glance at the text from over Ash’s shoulder as he works his way down my chest. I’m only checking it because I know it’s Avery and my stomach fucking drops. I shove at his chest to move him and dial her number frantically.

  “Atticus asked me on a date! A real one. He’s going to come pick me up after my recital tomorrow night. We need to plan out everything, Lips. My outfit, my hair, my opening line, how I’m going to turn him down if he tries to kiss me because I want to string him along a bit. Stop sucking face with your man-meat and get over here.”

  I groan at her. “911 means life threatening, Aves, not help-I’m-freaking-out-over-a-guy! Fuck, I nearly shanked Ash to get to the phone.”

  Ash grunts, flopping over onto his back dramatically while I drool at the sight of him, and snaps, “I’m not giving Lips up just for your pathetic boy troubles. Which idiot did you snare this time? If you say Sebastien I will walk to his room right now and rip his fucking throat out.”

  I cringe and he eyes me for a second before it clicks.

  He snatches the phone away from me and hisses, “You are not going on a date with that spineless fuck Atticus! Over my dead fucking body, Avery.”

  She screeches at him so ear-piercingly that I hear every word. “Well I guess you’re dead then, asshole!”

  I refuse to get involved in their little spats but I do leave Ash to go help Avery. He’s fucking livid about it but I know it’s about Atticus and not me leaving him. He even tries to talk me into helping him turn Avery against Atticus but I stand firm.

  Avery deserves to be fucking happy and if Atticus is it, then he’s it. I’m not questioning it.

  She is standing in the living room in her skimpiest lingerie when I arrive and I decide that Atticus is a fucking lucky guy. She’s a hot piece of ass and any guy would be fucking begging to have her.

  “Would you go with the red or the black? Atticus always likes me in black,” she says without looking back at me.

  I kick my shoes off and join her. The dresses are both stunning and sexy without showing much skin. There’s nothing Ash could possibly complain about when he sees her in them.

  “Black with red lipstick. The dress and your hair will make it pop and he’ll be falling over himself to kiss you. It’ll make it that much better when you decline his advances.”

  Aves smirks and cuts me a little smug look. “This is why we’re friends. How would you say no to kissing him?”

  I snort out a laugh at her. “Well, I’m not a refined and graceful lady like you. I usually say no by breaking people’s bones.”

  Avery hums and runs a hand down the black dress. “How did you say no to the guys while you were oblivious to them last year?”

  I groan at her. “I didn’t. I kissed them and then remembered I couldn’t and told them that. Well, except that one time with Harley where he was the one who stopped us because I couldn’t help myself.”

  Avery pretends to gag but she laughs while she does. “Was that before or after he got you drunk and found out you were a virgin?”

  I head for the freezer. If I’m going under the Spanish freaking Inquisition then I need some cherry fucking ice cream. “I am a virgin, and it was before.”

  Avery hums and throws a robe on, grabbing a s
poon to dig around in my tub of cherry goodness. “I would never have believed those three horn-bags would take this so slow. My screeching is working wonders.”

  I cackle at her. “And how much of your screeching is real discomfort?”

  She shrugs. “I’m pretty sure you could fuck Morrison on the couch in my general vicinity and the only real concern I’d have would be the clean up required. Oh, and the fact I’d have to see his dick, ugh. But they don’t need to know that.”

  I wait until Ash takes Avery down to the gym for her last ballet practice before her recital and I call Illi. There’s no way I’m going to let Avery get involved with Atticus before I’ve done a full background check on the asshole. Rory had looked like the perfect gentleman on paper, great breeding and the poster boy for an all-American football player, and he’d tried to fucking rape her in a bathroom for dumping his cheating ass.

  Blaise arrives as Illi picks up and I motion for him to stay quiet.

  “What’s up, kid? Who’s dead now?” He laughs and I snort at him.

  “You shouldn’t joke like that when we’re being fucking hunted like game. I need a full-scope background check. I’m going to call the Coyote also but I need your sources as well.”

  Illi grunts and I hear him moving around. The blaring horns and shouting tell me he’s out on the Bay, probably chasing up the Jackal’s hired muscle. “Who’s it for?”

  “Avery’s new man. Don’t ask, it’s a potential shit-show waiting to happen. Ash is going to gut the fucker if he so much as side-eyes her.”

  Illi chuckles. “Good fucking luck to him. She might be prissy but the girl has claws and the grit to back it up.”

  That warms something in my belly. I love that he can see her worth just as much as I can. “She’s fucking besotted so we need a full check. The last guy she got into… we had to deal with. Piece of shit. So, we’re doing this right, Illi.”

  “Of course, kid. Gimme the dickhead’s details and I’ll rummage through his fucking sock drawer until we know he’s clean.”