CW Boys: The Beginning (CW Boys #1)

by C. Shell

  I scan the open room I’m in and take in the large screen television mounted to a wall, oversized leather sofas, a coffee table, dark furnishings, several ottomans and two long hallways that lead off of it in opposite directions. Blowing my hair from my face, I l let out an aggravated huff. Why does everything have to be so hard? My heavy head swivels back and forth not knowing which way to go. Both hallways appear identical with two doors on the right side and one on the left. Not wanting to waste another precious second, I choose the hallway closest to me and fumble my way down the dark hall to the first door on the right. I wiggle the handle and come up empty when I find it locked. One down, two to go.

  Refusing to give up, I move on to the second door and give the knob a turn. When the door opens and I spot tiled flooring and a pedestal sink I want to weep with relief. Doing a fist pump in the air and a little twirl, I silently thank the bathroom gods for leading me in the right direction. Slipping in I shut the door behind me and turn the lock before working frantically to peel my clothing off. My skirt is being a stubborn bitch and after almost falling twice on my ass, I give up on pulling it down and just yank the damn thing up and my panties to the side. Not the most lady like way to get my business done, but with the bind my bladder is in, I don’t get two shits about right or wrong.

  After finishing my business, I remain seated on the toilet with my head leaning back against the wall. I should get up and return to Cammy before she freaks out that I’m gone, but I just don’t have the energy to accomplish that just yet. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit messed up from the drinking game. My vision isn’t as sharp as it was earlier and my head feels two sizes too big. I can hear the party raging from downstairs and something else. Noises that I can’t put my finger on are coming from the other side of the wall behind me which happens to be the locked room I previously tried. My ears strain to listen, but the noises are too faint to make out what they are.

  The bathroom I’m in appears to be an ensuite. There’s another door here that connects this bathroom to the bedroom beside me, the same room that is housing sounds that mystify me beyond reason. Whether it because of the alcohol in my system or my petulant need to stick my noise where it doesn’t belong, I find myself righting my clothes, washing my hands, and tip-toeing to the other side of the room where I cautiously, and very quietly turn the knob to the door leading back the bedroom.

  The door gives way and swings open on silent hinges. My breath catches at the sight before me right before my heart plunges to the floor. I’m surprised no one can hear it crack because that is exactly what it does. It splinters into a million tiny irrevocable pieces as I watch Dex laid out on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and spread out beneath him, his pants and boxers are pulled down to his knees and his mouth is parted as fast puffs of breath expel between his lips. There knelt between his spread legs is a tiny blonde girl. Her dress clings to her tight frame revealing a nice set of tits, much fuller than mine, and her head furiously bobs up and down as her mouth engulfs Dex’s stiff cock. She’s giving him one hell of a blowjob if his expression is anything to go by.

  I gape at him, my brain doing a horrible job at grasping the scene unfolding in front of me, instead of doing something smart like, not staring at Dex getting his rocks off. I completely ignore the blonde and the slurping noises emitting from her mouth and concentrate on Dex, the way his hips move in a tangible thrusting motion, his eyelashes that flutter as she works to take in more of him, and the way teeth graze his bottom him. Watching him having a private moment is wrong on so many levels, but my eyes refuse to stray.

  “Harder,” Dex rasps, his hand reaching to grip the glossy strands of her hair. Her head dips lower and whatever she’s doing must feel good, because he rewards her with a “God, yes babe. Again.”

  His gravelly voice coaxes over my skin and my whole body starts to tingle. Trying to ignore the sensations spiraling around my core is like trying to forget how to ride a bike. It can’t be undone.

  The girl rises from her place on the floor and begins crawling up his lean body, Dex’s full erection is revealed in all its hard, glistening glory. I’ve watched some hard-core movies a time or two, but I’ve never seen a guy’s dick before in the flesh, which is why I can’t help the involuntary intake of breath I have when it comes into view. My actions don’t go unnoticed. Before I can slink back into the bathroom I’ve got two sets of eyes trained on me, one annoyed from being interrupted while the other wide-eyed with shock and something else I can’t name. It’s an emotion I’ve never seen staring back at me before, at least not from Dex.

  “Addy?” He says softly.

  Hearing him say my name makes everything so much worse. I blink a few times, doing a lousy job of getting my thoughts to line up and make a lick of sense. I take a step back and then another, inching my way into the interior of the bathroom so I can make a run for it. I’ve got to get out of here and as far away as possible. Another state sounds good. A place where no one knows my name and the humiliation I feel for staying and watching my friend get a blow-job. An act that I secretly wish I was a part of. Not a threesome mind you, just the two of us. I want to be that girl between his legs giving him pleasure.

  “Dex, who is she and why is she staring at you like that?” The girl doesn’t even try hiding her distain as she points is a slender finger my way. Heat fills my cheeks and my mortification climbs a new notch.

  With my hand gripped on the door frame, I practically sprint into the attached bathroom and back out to the hallway. I hear Dex call out my name, his voice a rumbling distraction that I chose to ignore. My mind is running as fast as my feet as I retrace my steps to the game room and down the stairs to the main floor. Tears pool in the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Pushing and shoving my way through the throngs of kids, I make to the front of the house and step out onto the front porch just as two arms wrap around my waist and lift me off my feet.

  My scream is cut off short as Dex’s hand clasps down over my trembling lips. Moving me as if I weight nothing, he carries me bridle style over to a wood swing in the corner of the porch and sits down with me laid out over his lap. I’m too stunned to move right away and Dex takes advantage of my dumbfounded demeanor and tightens his hold on me, effectively molding me to his broad frame.

  The first thing that I notice is the serious set of his eyes as they bore into me, the second is that his shirt is still unbuttoned he’s showcasing a lot of bare skin, and the third is that Dex is still hard. As if reading my mind, Dex repositions the way he is holding me and his erection presses deliciously into the crack of my ass. I fight hard to keep from squirming against it, but the temptation to feel him is too much to resist.

  “What the hell are doing here?”

  His question tears me from my hormonal thoughts and brings me back to the present. My eyebrows raise at him and he raises his back in return. “It’s a public party, Dex. He Obviously, I came to have some fun.”

  He frowns at me. “Are you by yourself?”

  I shake my head. “No. Cammy is off in there somewhere. Probably looking for me about now. I ran off to find a bathroom. The downstairs one was busy.” My eyes narrow as I recall what I saw upstairs. “Didn’t expect to see you here so soon. Is my brother around?”

  He just smiles back me. “He’ll be here soon. Had to stop and pick someone up.” He moves his hand down and brushes a stand of my hair from my face. “Did you like the show? I never took you as a voyeur.”

  My cheeks heat until they feel as if they could catch fire. “I didn’t know you were in there. It took me by surprise.” I bite my lip. “You didn’t have to follow me down here. I’m sure that girl you were with won’t appreciate it.”

  I catch the amused glint in his eyes a second before his hand cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer, so much so, that are faces are inches apart and every breath he exhales skates over my skin. “I don’t care about her.” His nose brushes against mine and my eyes flutter. A voice inside my head
is shouting at me to snap out of it and pull away, but my body isn’t listening. It’s moving on auto-pilot and rubbing against the erection straining against the zipper of Dex’s jeans.

  “Then who do you care about?” I shouldn’t ask this question. I’m putting on us shaky ground, something that I’ve fought hard to keep from doing since I turned fourteen and realized just how hot Dex was. He’s forbidden fruit, a bad boy by nature, and a friend that I don’t want to lose. Not to mention, my brother would never forgive me for messing around with him.

  Dex sidesteps my question and asks one of his own. “Did you like what you saw, Addy? I bet if I touched you right now I would find you wet and needy.” I shake my head around like a bobble doll, not trusting myself to speak, afraid if I do, I’ll say something I can’t take back. Dex isn’t put off by my lack of answer and keeps probing. “Did you wish it was you positioned between my legs? Would you wrap that luscious mouth of yours around my cock or would you rather me lay you out on the bed and suck on your clit until you come?”

  My brain is officially fried. No logical answer can bypass the lump taking up residence in my throat. I swallow trying to relieve the tightness, but it’s useless. I hold his blazing gaze for what seems like forever. My chest is beating so hard he must feel it. God, I hope he can’t tell how horny I am. Wetting my lips, I open my mouth ready to try and diffuse the chemistry happening between us when I hear a loud whistle in the distance.

  At first, I ignore it, but then it comes again, only this time closer and with my name thrown in. Moving on pure instinct, I bolt out of Dex’s arms and dart away from him as if a swarm of angry bees was after me. I make it to the edge of the porch just as my brother and Cammy come walking around the corner.

  My brother’s eyes flash in annoyance when they land on me. “You’re in big trouble Sis. You know you’re not supposed to be here.”

  I roll my eyes. “And neither are you, and yet here you are,” I argue.

  “You’re leaving,” he declares. “Get your stuff and meet me at the truck. I’m taking you and Cammy home.”

  I glance at Cammy, but she’s glassy eyed and too wasted to be of any help. Guilt eats at me that I left her alone in this state. What if something happened to her while I was gone? I’m the shittiest friend on the planet. Resigned to get Cammy home and too tired to fight with my brother, I slip a hand around Cammy’s shoulders and begin helping her walk across the rocky driveway. We only get a few steps away when I hear his low voice trail behind me.

  “Another time Jelly Bean. And next time you go waltzing into someone else’s bedroom, be sure and knock first.”

  Not daring to turn and look at Dex’s face, I duck my head as I pick up my pace. I might get all tongue-tied and out of sorts around Dex but he isn’t the type of guy who sticks around and promises a happy ending. He’s bad for me in every way possible and despite being hot, he’s my best friend. I don’t want to screw that up.

  Chapter Four

  Addison – Age Sixteen

  “This year is going to be the death of me. I got Mr. Burrows for Algebra and Miss Jenson for English. I’m doomed.” My best friend Cammy blows out a heavy breath as she slumps against the locker beside mine, giving me a defeated look.

  I continue trying to shove my larger than life biology book into a space much too small for it. I swear they make these lockers little just to torture us. I already have my books stacked three high, and I still have two more to go. This is insane.

  With a hard push and quick reflexes, I manage to close the door of my locker. I’m not dense and realize this is only a temporary solution. Whenever I reopen it later, everything will come tumbling down on me. But, what else can I do? It’s either this or carry it all around in my backpack and risk spending the remainder of my years slumped over, unable to walk vertically without the help of a cane. Okay, that might be a bit dramatic, but these damn books weigh a ton.

  I glance at Cammy with an arched brow. “It’s the first day of school, how can it already be that bad? Plus, didn’t you have Mr. Burrows last year for geometry? If I recall correctly, you passed that class with a B average.”

  “That was last year,” she counters. Wrapping my fingers around the straps of my backpack, I make haste down the hall towards my all-time favorite class, photography. Cammy joins in beside me, determined to continue this conversation and her petulant pouting. “Maybe it’s because I’m a sophomore now instead of being a freshman, and he no longer feels compassion for my cause. Who in their right mind gives homework on the first day? What kind of monster does that?”

  I shrug in response. I’ve learned to pick my battles when it comes to Cammy. This is not an argument worth having. Our steps mingle with the sounds of others as we navigate through the crowds. Giving Cammy, a nudge with my elbow, I gain her attention. “You want to come to my house after school and study? I don’t have any math homework, but Mrs. Sims from Spanish gave me two pages of vocabulary to complete. I’ll help you solve equations, and you can save me from calling a chicken a goat and vice versa.”

  Cammy laughs, her flamboyant voice carrying down the hallway, catching the attention of several students. My eyes shift down to the floor out of habit. Unlike my friend, I’ve never been one who enjoys being in the spotlight. It’s not as if the kids would say anything bad to me, they would never dare, but that wouldn’t stop them talking behind my back.

  I used to have lots of friends. In Junior High, I was named most social in the yearbook. One day during eighth grade, I got asked out for the first time by Julien Thomas. I was on cloud nine. Not only was Julien cute and sweet, but he was a football player and one of the popular guys. The CW Boys were not as thrilled about my upcoming date. In fact, the jerks actually threatened to lock me in my room if I tried to go. Their protectiveness over me has been mounting the older I got. I always thought they were all talk and no bite.

  Our date was hashed out over late-night phone calls, and secret notes passed during second-period history. We agreed to meet up for a bite to eat with friends, followed by a movie. As Friday night arrived, I dressed to impress and waited with Cammy at a local burger joint. Julien said he would join us after football practice. When the first thirty minutes passed, and he hadn’t arrived, I told myself he was running late. It didn’t take long for the whispers around us to take flight. Once the clock on the wall showed an hour had passed, I succumbed to the fact that I’d been stood up. I tried calling and texting him, but never got an answer. I was mortified, to say the least, and cried myself to sleep that night.

  The following Monday Julien showed up to school with a black eye and busted lip. I suspected the CW boys were behind it, but I had no proof. I questioned them about it numerous times, but each time I was met with a smile, and then they would change the subject and blow me off. I was furious, especially when Julien acted like I had the plague and ran the other way anytime, he saw me. The whole thing was ridiculous. By Wednesday, I’d had enough and declared that something had to be done. With Cammy’s help, we started spreading rumors around the school about the boys. They took off like a wildfire. Needless to say, the guys were pissed at me and demanded I stop. I refused to do so unless they came clean about their involvement in sabotaging my date. They held out longer than I anticipated. By the time they succumbed tales of Nate having crabs, Jimmie sleeping in girls’ panties, and Dex’s heart shaped manscaped pubic hair were a favorite among all circles.

  They admitted to pressuring Julien to call off our date. When he refused, they beat him up. That day set a precedence in our school. My friends dropped like flies until only a handful remained. Kids were scared to be around me. Besides a few- five at the most- tame dates with guys who were either brave, stupid, or suicidal, my life has been centered around Cammy, school, family, and, of course, the CW boys. As much as I hate them for interfering in my life, I love them too much to push them away. Through the good and the bad, they are my family. I’ve been wiser since my attempted first date and do my best to stay out
of the limelight as much as possible. The fewer reasons for the CW Boys to mingle in my life the better.

  A hard elbow to the ribs snaps me out of my internal thoughts. “About damn time you came back to life. It creeps me out how easily you can space out. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was boring you.”

  My cheeks heat with embarrassment. As we stop in front of my class, I give Cammy a small smile. “Sorry girlie. My mind is all over the place today. The first day jitters and all that jazz. What were you saying?”

  “I was agreeing to your study suggestion and asking if you rode with the guys today or if the heavens opened from above and granted you permission to drive yourself for once?”

  I grin. This is why I love Cammy. Only she knows the particular kind of hell I go through to live an ordinary life among the CW Boys. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all and would stand by them any day of the week, but they’ve never made life easy for me. You would’ve thought that my brother would be the protective one of the group, but oh no, Dex and Nate run circles around Jimmie when it comes to keeping tabs on me. Apparently, driving myself to school and back is a danger to my well-being and a waste of gas. I ride with them most of the time despite the fact I scored higher than Jimmie on my driving test.

  I reach into my back pocket and pull out my dolphin shaped keyring and shake it in front of her face. “Driving with the windows down is so much better in Florida than Texas. Nothing beats the sea air.” I’m grinning from ear-to-ear as I speak.

  “Good for you. About time, you drove that car someplace other than the boring grocery store.” Cammy squeals, her eyes dancing with mirth.