Beyond Vengeance: Pacific Prep #3

by R. A. Smyth

  The jingle of the keys in the lock notifies us of the others’ arrival and cuts off whatever else West might have said. Hadley strides in, a large grin on her face when she finds us both sitting here, with all of our limbs still attached, and not—for once—yelling at one another.

  “Hey,” she purrs, wrapping her arms around my neck as I draw her into me.

  “Hey, sweetheart.” I plant a quick kiss on her lips before she extricates herself to go say hi to West. I watch as he winds his arms around her waist, recognizing the look in his eye as he smiles at her. He loves her too.

  ***

  “Look at that smug fuck,” Mason snarls, glaring daggers at Daniel. I’m surprised he can’t feel our angry stares drilling into the side of his head as he laughs at something Hadley says.

  I was heading to my office when I came across Mason leaning casually against a bank of lockers in the corridor, staring at a classroom door further down the hall. It all made sense when he said he was waiting on Hadley’s class to finish.

  “Thinks he can just walk around with his arm around our girl.”

  Of course, when the door opened and Hadley walked out, Daniel was right by her side, his arm draped over her shoulder. She’s grown more comfortable with his nearness as the week’s drawn on, and although I trust her, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to rip the asshole's head off any time I see him touching her. I rarely come into the main school building, choosing to stay away from the majority of the student body so I just have to deal with whatever students are sent my way, but all week, I haven’t been able to stop myself from wandering through the halls just so I can check up on her, and make sure the little fuck, Daniel, isn’t overstepping his mark. Hadley is like a breath of fresh air in this place, so I don’t trust that he won’t get as infatuated with her as we are.

  I can feel the rage coming off Mason, his jealousy fueling my own.

  “Miss Davenport,” I bark out in a menacing growl that makes several students stop and stare in my direction. Freezing, Hadley turns to face me, Daniel’s arm dropping from her shoulder. “A word.”

  She glances wide eyed at the other students, an impassive expression on her face. She gives a tight nod of her head, whispering something to Daniel before coming toward us.

  “Yes?” Although that one word sounds polite and patient, the fire burning in her eyes tells me she’s not happy about being called out in front of everyone. But I don’t care. I’m sick of seeing that shithead glued to her side every time I walk through here.

  “In private. My office. Now.”

  Her lips flatten as she presses them together.

  “You coming?” I ask, turning to Mason. He’s staring at Hadley with a mixture of carnal need and jealous rage, but he grits his teeth and shakes his head at my question.

  “Can’t. I have class.”

  With one final, longing glance at Hadley, he takes off, and I turn on my heel, striding through the emptying hallways with Hadley trailing behind me, until we reach my office.

  “What the hell—” she begins as soon as the office door closes behind her, but I cut off her words, slamming my lips against hers and sucking her tongue into my mouth.

  “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to watch him with you all day, every day?” I growl, my body pressed flush against hers, pinning her to the door.

  Some of the anger melts out of her expression.

  “That still doesn’t mean you can act like a caveman and boss me around.”

  I tilt my head a fraction, staring into her mesmerizing gray-blue eyes that suck me in like a vortex. “You like when West does it.” My voice is a low husk as I grind my erection against her core, loving the way she sighs, her hands squeezing my shoulders as lust overtakes her body.

  “That’s different.” The breathy quality of her tone gives away how much I’m affecting her. Good. I hope I affect her even half as much as she consumes me. She’s infiltrated my every thought, my every action. Thoughts of her dominate every spare minute in my day, and it’s still not enough. I just can’t get enough of her.

  My lips hungrily meet hers, our tongues clashing as we give into our need for one another, neither of us coming up for air until we’ve sated our urges.

  “I’m sorry you have to see me with him,” she says twenty minutes later, when we’re re-dressed and in our usual position on the couch. “I feel the same way when I see the girls all over the guys.”

  Well, now I feel like an asshole. Of course this is as difficult for her as it is for me. We’re all struggling.

  Leaning up on her elbows, she stares into my eyes. “It’s not fair to you though. You’re not even part of the stupid tradition, and you still have to see all that.” A soft smile graces her lips. “One day, it’s going to be your arm around me in public while we walk down the street, or go to the theater, or out for a meal. Everyone will know you’re mine.”

  “Is that so sweetheart?” I grab her ass cheeks firmly with both hands, dragging her on top of me. “And are you mine?”

  She leans down, her wavy hair falling around us, hiding us from the world. With her lips a hair's breadth from mine, she whispers, “Always.” There’s a second's hesitation, before she adds on, “I love you.”

  I didn’t need to hear the words to know she felt that way about me. I can see it every time she looks at me. It's in her every action, but the fact she now knows how she feels, and had the courage to say the words aloud, shows how far she’s come since she first arrived here. My heart swells with pride as I close the distance between us, both of us getting lost in one another for the rest of the period.

  Chapter 16

  It’s Friday, which means there’s a party. One that we all have to attend with our stupid tradition dates. I hate parties as it is, so I’m already not looking forward to this one as I bang on the guys’ door.

  Mason’s eyes instantly fill with heat when he answers. His gaze roams over my skin-tight black vest top and black skinny jeans with rips along the thighs. Paired with my black combat boots, and my blonde hair flying loose around my shoulders, I look like one sexy badass bitch.

  “Damn, Little Warrior, you sure know how to dress up for your fake boyfriend,” he teases, a hint of jealousy underlying his humorous tone.

  “Shut up, asshole.” I roll my eyes as I try to push him aside to let me in, but the immovable bastard just stands there.

  “Don’t you know you’ve gotta pay the doorman before you can get in,” he jokes, a dirty glint in his eye.

  “Is that so?” I purr, playing along as I run my finger down his navy shirt until I reach the belt buckle on his dark jeans. He looks hot as fuck, all dressed up for tonight. “And what’s the price of entry?”

  “Hmm, I’m not sure yet. It might be more than you can afford. I think you’ll have to tempt me into letting you in.”

  With a playful smirk, I step in toward him, my body flush with his as I press up onto my toes, ensuring my breasts graze against his chest. Wrapping one arm around his neck, I trail my other down his pec and over each ridge of his six-pack.

  With my lips inches from his, I breathe out, “Is that so?” before rubbing my hand over his growing erection.

  He groans when I squeeze his shaft. Diving in to close the distance, his lips crash against mine in a wet, heated, sloppy kiss that instantly has me skyrocketing to dizzying heights. His hands grab large fistfuls of my ass, holding me in place as he grinds his now hard cock against my jean-clad pussy.

  “You may be going to the party with that asshole,” he grunts, “but you’ll be coming all over one of our dicks before the end of the night.”

  Fuck, the way he says that is so hot, and I’m so here for coming over all of their dicks tonight. I mean, why choose, right?

  With another dirty kiss and enough grinding to have my panties soaked and my pussy clenching around air, he lets me go, and with flushed cheeks, I step into their apartment.

  Daniel is meeting me here, and the six of us are heading over to t
he party together. The guys never arrive with their dates, but apparently it would be expected of me to arrive with mine. It’s fucking sexist is what it is. This whole thing is ridiculous. The guys get away with treating their girls like crap, and it’s expected that the entire tradition is nothing more than fucking for the month, but as a girl, I’m held to a higher standard. I can’t just pretend to use Daniel as a fuck toy like they can. No, I have to act like I’m fucking dating him. Like I said, it’s ludicrous, sexist bullshit.

  Before I can get too caught up in my anger over the whole thing, Mason drags me over to the sofa, pulling me down so I straddle his waist. His lips descend on mine and his hands go back to squeezing my ass, the two of us kissing like the horny teenagers we are as I forget where I am, all the while grinding shamelessly against him.

  I’m completely lost in the feel of him, more than ready to strip him naked and climb aboard his dick when there’s a tug on my hair, breaking our kiss as my head is pulled backward until I’m looking at West upside down.

  Smirking, he leans in to kiss me, his pillowy lips soft against mine. His kiss is no less possessive than Mason’s as he pillages my mouth with his tongue. I’m faintly aware of Mason’s hands skirting up underneath my top, hitching it up.

  I gasp into West’s mouth when Mason pulls down the cup of my bra, exposing my nipple to the cool air in the room. He brushes his thumb over the peak before running his tongue around it as I keep grinding harder against him. Flashbacks of the last time we were in this position drive me higher, and my eyes drift shut until West pulls on my hair, forcing my head to tilt so I’m looking at Cam. He’s standing in the doorway, watching us with an obvious bulge pressing against his pants. I lick my lips invitingly and he moves closer, quickly closing the distance as he comes to join us.

  West steps to the side, maintaining his firm grip on my hair as Cam’s lips replace the ache West left behind. Cam’s kiss is more hesitant at first, but when I bite down on his lower lip, causing him to groan, he stops holding back and gives me everything he’s got, fucking my mouth with wild abandon as Mason stops with the ministrations on my tits and instead moves to undo the button on my jeans, shoving his hand inside until his fingers are pressing against the sopping wet fabric of my panties.

  “Jesus,” he groans. “She’s fucking drenched. You love having all of us worshipping you, don’t you, baby.”

  I can’t do anything but moan into Cam’s mouth as West pulls down the thin strap of my top, exposing my shoulder so he can lick, suck, and nip his way along it. Fuck, having all three of them touching me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

  “Better hurry up and make her come, man, before Hawk shows his face,” West growls to Mason.

  “She’s fucking ready to explode,” he assures him, pushing his fingers inside me.

  He’s not wrong. I can already feel the telltale tingling in my fingers and toes. Mason sets a fast, rough rhythm, his other hand pushing its way beneath my jeans to play with my clit. It takes mere seconds before I’m rushing toward the cliff, crying out into Cam’s mouth when West bites my shoulder.

  Cam doesn’t stop kissing me right away, instead he slowly eases the pace before breaking away.

  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, staring at me with blown pupils and lust-filled eyes.

  Mason fixes my panties back in place and rebuttons my jeans, and I climb off him so he can go wash his hands while I fix my bra and shirt. By the time Hawk makes an appearance, we’re all sitting casually on the sofas like nothing ever happened.

  A knock on the door signifies Daniel’s arrival, and I get up to answer it, but Mason, with his stupidly long legs, manages to get there before me, blocking the doorway with his large frame as he glowers at the poor guy. He’s a good head taller than Daniel, painting an intimidating picture as he looms over him.

  To say it’s been difficult, balancing the stupid tradition with our relationship, would be an understatement. There’s been jealousy on both sides, and I’ve lost count of the number of times one of the guys has pulled me into a dark corner of the school and kissed me stupid, reminding me that no matter what it might seem to everyone else, I’m theirs—as if I could forget, especially when they drop to their knees and make me see stars. But we all agreed the only way to get through this was if we trusted one another, and talked it out if any of us were unhappy at any point. Not that there’s much we can really do, but open and honest communication can resolve a lot of problems.

  “Let him in, asshole,” I huff, shoving Mason in a futile attempt to get him to step aside.

  With one last threatening glower, he steps aside, letting a slightly terrified looking Daniel into the apartment.

  “Ignore him,” I placate, trying to put him at ease with a smile. It doesn’t work though because, as soon as Mason closes the door, Hawk appears and, along with West and Cam, all four assholes form a brick wall of muscle behind me.

  “You keep an eye on her all night,” Hawk begins threateningly, making me roll my eyes as I throw my hands up in exasperation. I just can’t with these boys sometimes. “Do not give her alcohol, or let her out of your sight. If she comes back here with so much as a scratch on her, you’re a dead man, got it?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “No touching and sure as fuck no kissing,” Cam growls out.

  “No p-problem.” By this point, Daniel’s head is bobbing up and down like a bobblehead. I’m pretty sure he’d agree to a blood sacrifice if it meant they would leave him alone.

  “Guys, stop being assholes,” I snap, glowering at each of them. “I plan to sit in my seat by the fire all night, with you guys, so I don’t know what you think is going to happen.”

  Tonight is going to be the first true test of whether or not we can all survive this. It’s one thing watching each other with another person at breakfast, but at a party, where there's alcohol and dancing and the girls especially are going to have expectations, it’s going to be exponentially harder.

  Not long after, when the apartment is so thick with tension you can hardly move, we all pile out into the fresh air of the evening.

  “Fuck,” Daniel breathes out from beside me. “I thought they were scary from a distance, but they’re so much worse up close.”

  I can’t help but laugh.

  “I’m sorry. They’re not normally that bad. This is all a bit of a fucked up situation,” I explain vaguely, unable to tell him anything more.

  He snorts. “I’ll say. I’m surprised my balls are still attached to my body. You’re dating all three of them, right?”

  I give myself whiplash with how quickly my head snaps to look in his direction, my eyes wide as I gape at him. He laughs at my shocked expression. “It was obvious as soon as I arrived tonight.”

  He must see the fear in my eyes as he quickly tacks on. “Don’t worry. I don’t think anyone else would realize. I didn’t even suspect until tonight. I figured you were maybe dating someone, but I had no idea who. But the whole alpha dominant thing they were doing, yeah, that was a dead giveaway.”

  “You can’t tell anyone,” I implore him, still fretting over the fact someone else now knows about us.

  “Hey,” he soothes. “I won’t. Promise. It’s none of my business. And after what I saw tonight, there’s no way in hell I’d willingly cross those guys.” When I scowl at him, he rightfully adds on, “Or you. You’re pretty scary too.”

  “I’ll have you know, I can make whatever they do to you look like child's play.” There’s a pressing note in my tone, and a menacing smile on my face, and I can tell he doesn’t know whether or not to take me seriously.

  “So, Daniel.” Cam throws his arm over his shoulder in some weird bro thing that I’m pretty sure he isn’t doing out of friendliness, pulling him slightly to the side as he whispers something in his ear that I can’t hear. West slips in between us, the back of his hand occasionally grazing the back of mine as we follow the re
st of the crowd toward the increasing noises of the party at the lake.

  For the most part, the party isn’t too bad. Michael and Emilia arrive shortly after we do and join us around the fire and, if I ignore the half naked girls rubbing themselves against my guys and constantly trying to gain their attention, it’s a pretty decent night. All of us sit in a circle around the fire, talking, and the rest of the school avoids us as usual.

  Half way through the night, Daniel goes off to join his friends. Unfortunately, the girls refuse to leave the guys' sides and as the alcohol starts to course through their systems, they get more and more bold about their intentions.

  When one of the sluts tells Cam how she can’t wait for him to feed her his giant cock, and places her hand over his crotch, I’ve reached my limit of what I can handle. I jump to my feet as Cam brushes her hand off, failing at hiding his disgust.

  “I’m going for a walk,” I snap out, not waiting to hear their protests as I storm off through the crowd. I don’t even know where I’m going, but I need to get the fuck away from here before I break that bitch’s arm.

  As I reach the treeline, I hear footsteps chasing after me and Cam catches up with me just as I slip into the forest. Out of view of the partygoers, he pulls on my arm, spinning me to face him and wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my ear, but he didn’t do anything wrong. He’s just playing his part—a hell of a lot better than I am.

  “This is so difficult,” I mumble into his t-shirt, resting my head on his shoulder as I breathe in his apple and water lotus aftershave, trying to draw some comfort from it.

  “I know, but none of it’s real. I wanted to cut her hand off every time she touched me, and I know the others feel the same.”

  I sigh wearily. “I know, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting.” I lick my lips nervously, drawing back so I can look in his eyes. “I’ve never felt this way before.”