Daisy is wearing soft flannel pj’s that provide easy access for my greedy fingers. I drop on my knees and then tug on the elastic waistband with my teeth. She threads her fingers through my hair, arching her back.
“Rufio, please don’t torture me like that.”
“I’m not trying to be mean. I just want to taste you first. It’s been so long.”
I pull her pants down, but not all the way, only enough to reveal her simple cotton panties. I kiss her pussy over the fabric, then lick her down the middle, drawing a whimper from her. Fuck. I’m not going to last long like this. My balls are already tight, ready for release.
Just one taste.
I pull the fabric aside and immediately place a kiss right above her clit. Her hips buckle, but I keep Daisy in place so I can have a better sample. I lick her bundle of nerves with a long and slow swipe of my tongue. She makes a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat, then slings her arm across her face.
Shit. She’s close. I can feel the tension in her legs; I can sense the small tremors that are already running through her body. I keep on pleasuring her even at the risk that I might pull a kick-draw move. If it happens, I’m sure I’ll recover fast.
“Rufio, oh my God. I’m going to come.”
Yes you are, babe.
I suck her clit into my mouth, lapping at her sensitive nub, which is exactly the nudge she needs to break apart under my tongue. Her cries are muffled by the pillow she placed over her head.
Damn it. I wanted to see her face all flushed from pleasure.
When her body becomes lax on the couch, I crawl back up until my face is level with hers. I yank away the pillow that’s hiding her postcoital beauty and gaze down with a lazy smile on my lips. She stares back with hooded eyes, and then her mouth splits into a satisfied grin. Her cheeks are still a pretty pink color.
“Hi,” I drawl.
“You said you just wanted a quick taste.”
“True. But you know me, I’m such a glutton for you.”
With a rotation of my hips, I nudge her entrance with the tip of my erection. Daisy opens her legs wider and brings her knees up. I try to go slowly to prolong the sensation, but she’s too slick. Besides, it seems my dick is in command now. A tremor ripples down my back when I’m completely inside of her. I close my eyes for a brief moment, fighting the wave of pleasure that’s threatening to sweep me under too soon.
Daisy captures my face between her soft hands and brings me down for a long, delicious kiss. Fuck restraint. I’m not going to last long if I move at a snail’s speed. I pick up my pace, and soon I’m pistoning in and out of her like the sex-deprived man I am now. Her kitten moans mix with my grunts. I’m trying to keep the noise down, but I feel too good, and being quiet is quickly turning impossible.
“We’re going to wake the entire house,” she whispers against my lips.
“I don’t care.”
“Oh shit.” She tenses underneath me.
I stop moving and lean back. “What’s wrong?”
“We forgot protection. There hasn’t been time for me to get on birth control.”
With a curse lodged in my throat, I close my eyes. “I don’t have any.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
I open my eyes again, immediately getting lost in hers. “I can pull out.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat, then claim her lips again.
The brief pause didn’t do anything to diminish my libido or help me last longer. Not even a minute later, I’m unable to fight my own body. I pull out as fast as I can, then hide my face in the crook of her neck and cry out as I empty myself on the couch. I don’t move from my spot for several beats while Daisy and I try to catch our breaths. It’s not until she tenses that I lean on my elbows.
“What is it?”
I hear a groan nearby, which propels me to sit up on high alert. When I see who made the noise, I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or fucking angry.
“Phoenix!” Daisy hisses. “Were you spying on us?”
He steps out from behind the column that did a half-assed job of hiding his large frame. He’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants, and his hands are crossed in front of his crotch.
Son of a bitch.
“Were you jerking off in the shadows, you perv?” I ask.
He frowns, staring daggers through his eyes at me. “I did not have voyeuristic intentions when I came to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. It’s not my fault you two decided to get it on in the living room. You should be glad it was me who caught you and not Mr. X.”
Daisy puts her pants back on in a hurry, then fixes her pajama shirt. Damn. I didn’t even a chance to play with her gorgeous tits.
“You should have made yourself known.” She glowers at him and then scurries back to her room.
“Thanks a lot, asshole,” I growl.
Phoenix’s eyebrows shoot to the heavens.
“Why are you mad at me? I’m the one who should be pissed.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” I shove my legs back into my jeans while keeping my glower in place.
“You just got the sweetest pussy on the planet when the best I can do right now is jerk off while I watch.”
“At least you’ve still got your powers.”
He winces, and then pity quickly shines in his eyes. Damn it. I shouldn’t have gone there.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I snap.
“What the hell is going on here?” Mr. X walks into the living room, sporting the mother of all glares.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
I head back to my room, feeling worse than I did before I came out here. I’ll have to clean the mess I left on the couch later. Hopefully, no one will notice. Yeah, I got to be with Daisy, and it was amazing, but making love to her didn’t fill the hole in my chest. I don’t think anything ever will.
7
Bryce
The drive back to Gifted Academy campus is quiet, but not more pleasant because of it. Mom can be just as aggravating when she’s not speaking. Her closed-off expression and the hard clench of her jaw tell me she’s thinking of a plot to get her way. She’s seething that Mr. X swept in and pulled the rug from right under her feet. And I’m so fucking glad he did. It’s one thing for me to agree to my mother’s scheme. I’m doing it with my eyes wide open. It’s a different story to let her use Daisy for her wicked plans.
Mom parks in front of the main school building, but she maintains her gaze on the street when she finally breaks the silence. “I expect to see you and Toby in class today.”
The clock on the car’s dashboard flashes six thirty. There won’t be time for a quick nap. I’m fine, but poor Toby looks worse for wear.
“Sure thing, Principal Fallon.” He gets out of the car, but I don’t move to do the same. I can sense my mother wants to say more to me.
“We need to commence recruiting ASAP. Start with the low-level Fringes. They’ll be more motivated to join the cause.”
Bitterness pools in my mouth. The reason those poor kids will be easy prey is the constant bullying that my mother allowed to happen under her watch. It’s possible she knew about my gift of Idol creation all along. But how?
“You let them suffer at the hands of the stronger students on purpose, didn’t you?”
“You’re talking gibberish. Why would I do that?”
“To have those students exactly where you wanted them. Desperate for a way to fight back.”
“You speak as if I knew you would develop the ability to create Idols.”
I whip my face to her. “Didn’t you?”
She meets my stare without flinching. “Of course I didn’t know. Go on now. I have to get to work.”
Yeah, like I believe your lies.
I get out, but before I close the door, I lean in. “Oh, I forgot to mention this earlier. Your assistant, Bethany Walkers, is a Neo God.”
Mom’s eyes grow rounder. “How do you know?”
“She had the same odd glint in her eyes as a Neo God woman I met in Hawk City.”
Who disappeared in the crowd once the tide turned on her. The memory makes me bitter. Amanda was working for my father there. I wonder if she’ll follow him here.
By the time I get onto the curb and grab my bags, Toby is already halfway toward his dorm building, which is not the same as mine. I run to catch up with him, reaching the guy in seconds.
He jumps back, startled. His head must have been stuck in the clouds if he didn’t hear my approach.
“Shit, Bryce. You startled me.”
“Sorry. I want to ask if you’d like to move in my apartment. Now that Rufio and Phoenix aren’t returning to school, I have two spare bedrooms.”
“What about Morpheus? Do think he’ll join us or choose to stay with Daisy?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m sure that if he decides to return, he won’t mind you moving in.”
Toby rubs the back of his neck, then glances away. “Hmm. Can I think about it?”
Damn. I didn’t expect him to hesitate like that. I wonder if he’s afraid of me or something.
“Yeah, of course. Take your time. I guess I’ll see you later, then.”
As much as I’d like to brush off Toby’s response as being of no consequence, I’m still annoyed by it when I reach my floor. The feeling changes to something completely different when I walk in front of Daisy’s old dorm room. My heart squeezes so tightly in my chest that I can’t breathe right for a moment. My steps falter, and then I completely freeze and stare at her door.
The spell is broken when a door at the end of the corridor bangs shut. Three seniors, all high-level Idols, are walking toward me. They’re all wearing their school uniforms, even though class won’t start for another hour. I veer for my apartment, crossing paths with them. At first, I don’t think they’ll let me pass. They’re projecting their powers to the max. I also can’t miss their aggressive stance aimed at me.
“Is there a fucking problem?” I ask, leveling up my powers too. I can play this game all day, suckers.
“No, no problem at all. Yet,” one of them sneers.
I laugh without humor. “Seriously, after all these years attending the same school, now you decide to test your luck?”
“Your days of supremacy are over, Norm-lover,” the second idiot spits out.
I curl my hands into fists, trying my best not to fall for their baiting. I could take these three bullies easily. They’re powerful but no match for me. I just don’t want to deal with the aftermath, which will include more one-on-one time with my mother.
I snort. “Whatever.”
Using my telekinesis, I shove them out of my way as hard as I can. The idiot who spoke last hits his shoulder against the wall and lets out a growl. Oh, goodie. I triggered his gift, which is the ability to shift into some kind of beast. No wonder his nickname is Monster.
“You’ll get what’s coming for you, as—”
I snap my fingers, cutting off his tirade. The gesture is only for show—my mind is all I need to bend the air around the guy’s throat to do my will, which is to block his airways. Not all telekinetics are able to do that.
“You were saying?” I ask.
One of his friends lifts his arms, displaying steely knives instead of fists. “Let him go.”
“Are you for real? Do you think you can harm me with those pitiful makeshift weapons?”
Monster boy is turning purple, and his other friend doesn’t seem inclined to help. I let him go, sick of the whole scene already.
“Run along. Your presence is nauseating.”
The three clowns scurry away with their tails between their legs. I watch them disappear around the corridor, and then I enter my apartment. My stomach is still a mess. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was nauseated. But it wasn’t because of them, per se. This whole situation sickens me. The constant power struggle, the need to be superior, the oppression of the weak. And there’s more violence and bloodshed to come.
I head for the couch, feeling suddenly bone-tired. Mom wants me to attend class today, but it doesn’t mean I have to be there early. I close my eyes, wishing Daisy were here with me. We’ve been apart for a little over an hour, but I already miss her so much. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to stay away.
For the first time ever, I wish I had Phoenix’s ability to connect with others via dreams. I sure could use dreaming about Daisy.
My body relaxes against the couch, and I feel the threads of slumber pulling me under. Maybe if I’m lucky she’ll invade my dreams nonetheless.
“You’re doing everything wrong, mummy boy!” Rufio yells at Morpheus, the small, curly haired kid who somehow ended up in our boat.
“Don’t call me that!” He jumps forward, rocking the small vessel and threatening to send us all into the water.
I grab him by his life jacket and pull his ass back on the bench. “Sit down, you idiot, or you’ll capsize the boat.”
“Can we head back to camp already? This is lame,” Phoenix, the cocky blond, pipes up.
“I agree.” Rufio throws a piece of bread in the water.
“We haven’t found the buoy with the clue yet,” Morpheus retorts.
“Who cares about some silly-ass scavenger hunt? That’s for low-level Fringes and babies.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, wondering for the thousandth time why I agreed to come to Idol camp. Oh yeah, my mother thought it would be a great opportunity for Rufio to learn social skills, and since I’m his brother, I got roped in too.
“Let’s head back,” I say. “Your bickering is giving me a headache already.”
Suddenly, Morpheus’s demeanor changes. His spine becomes rigid, and his tan skin seems to turn paler. He aims his gaze skyward as if searching for something.
“What are you looking at?” Rufio follows his line of vision.
“I don’t know. I got a bad feeling all of a sudden.”
“Gee, I knew you were a weirdo,” Phoenix mutters.
Morpheus doesn’t seem to register the mean comment as he hugs himself and shivers.
“Are you cold?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m freezing.”
“You’re joking, right? It’s almost eighty degrees,” Phoenix replies.
I’m about to test my telekinetic powers to steer the boat back to shore when my eyes catch dark clouds fast approaching on the horizon.
“Son of a bitch. The weather is turning,” I say.
Morpheus stares wide-eyed at the storm. “I knew something was wrong.”
The wind and sea change, becoming violent in the blink of an eye. I’ve never witnessed the weather turn so rapidly like this.
“We need to get out of here!” Phoenix shouts over the howling winds.
“You’re a telekinetic, right?” I ask.
He nods. “It’s not my major gift though.”
“Mine either, but I think if we work together, that should be enough.”
A wave crashes against our small boat, flooding half of it. I shake the salty water from my hair and then realize we can’t even see the coastline anymore.
“Where’s the beach?” Rufio asks.
“We can’t possibly have gone that far,” Phoenix shouts over the noise.
Heavy rain falls down, creating a gray curtain all around us. Lightning streaks the dark sky, followed by the loud clamor of thunder. The waves are getting bigger and bigger. If we don’t get out of the water, we’re going to sink.
Morpheus bends forward, folding himself into a tight ball. He makes strange sounds, and I fear he’s getting sick.
“If you throw up, I’m tossing you off the boat,” Rufio tells him.
He doesn’t reply for a moment, but when he finally lifts his head, I see dark veins coming from under his eyes and down his cheeks. They look like black tears. Freaky.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Phoenix asks.
“There’s an island that way.” He point
s ahead. “That’s where we need to go.”
I glance in the direction he’s pointing at, but there’s nothing but a great gray wall. “There’s nothing in that direction besides the open sea.”
“Trust me. The island is there,” he grits out.
Our boat begins to spin, which can only mean one thing: we got caught in a whirlpool. But that doesn’t make any sense.
“Fuck! Come on, Phoenix. Help me out here.”
I focus my power on moving the boat away from the whirlpool and toward Morpheus’s invisible island. Phoenix gets with the program, and together we make the boat move as fast as if it had an engine.
“Guys, you need to add more juice. There’s a massive wave coming our way,” Rufio warns.
I glance over my shoulder and curse when I see the monstrous wall of water that will for sure crush us.
“We’re not going to make it!” Morpheus yells.
I want to tell him he’s wrong, but there’s no time. The wave catches up with us, sending our boat to the depths of the ocean when it folds on top of our heads. All I feel at first is an intense pressure that keeps me from moving. My body is like a rag doll being yanked around by a rabid dog. Then comes the burning in my lungs. I’m drowning in a sea of bubbles and foam.
I can’t see shit, but I have to pick a direction and go for it before the lack of oxygen makes me pass out. I kick my legs with everything I have, and after what feels like an eternity, I break through the surface with a loud gasp. The storm is still raging, and the sea is even more violent than before.
“Rufio! Phoenix! Morpheus!” I yell as loud as I can.
The first bobbing head I see is Phoenix’s. I swim in his direction, fucking glad he listened to me and wore his life vest. I reach for the strap and turn him around. “Are you okay?”
His eyes are wide and frightened. The arrogance from earlier is gone. Now he just looks like the kid that he is.
“Yeah. Where are the others?”
“I don’t know.”
I search our perimeter, seeing nothing but dark waves and small pieces of wood—the remains of our boat.
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