Beyond Vengeance: Pacific Prep #3

by R. A. Smyth

  His hand is clamped over my thigh, holding it in place, and my eyes are shut as I get lost in the feel of him stretching me, so I’m startled when another hand starts rubbing my clit in time with Mason’s lazy thrusts. Glancing down, Cam’s hand slowly works me over, and as I pant and grind, chasing my release, I catch West watching me, a feral glint in his eyes.

  He pushes my top up, exposing my tits. My already hardened nipples stiffen as he tweaks and pulls on them, driving me mad with all of their teasing touches.

  I’m approaching the edge, when I feel yet another hand slide down over my lower belly, and I know the last of my guys has joined in the fun, bringing a content smile to my face as Mason picks up his pace, finally giving me what I need.

  Skimming over my clit, where Cam is rubbing me furiously now, Beck pushes two fingers inside me, along with Mason’s dick, stretching me that extra little bit that sends me catapulting over the edge and into oblivion.

  “Damn, we should wake up like this every morning,” Cam states as Mason slows and pulls out. He’s still rock-hard, letting me know he managed to hold off on reaching his own release. Keeping an iron-tight grip on my thigh, he goes back to gliding his dick along my slit. Every time he thrusts forward, the head of his cock bumps against my sensitive clit, making me whimper.

  West is watching me closely and he must be able to see the need still burning through me, as he smirks wickedly.

  “I believe I owe you a few more orgasms.” There’s a dark husk to his voice that has my pussy immediately weeping.

  “I believe you do.” My own voice is dripping in lust, the thought of having all my guys together making me hot and needy.

  In one swift move, Mason moves onto his back, taking me with him so I’m sprawled on top of him, my head resting on his shoulder. He drapes my thighs over his, spreading me wide for the others to see.

  “So pretty and pink and swollen,” Beck purrs as he moves between my thighs, flattening his tongue and giving me one, long, languid lick that makes me moan and writhe against Mason’s hard body.

  Getting his hands beneath me, Mason spreads my ass cheeks, running his dick through my juices, ensuring it’s slick before slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

  I gasp and tense at the slight burn, but Beck goes back to creating magic with his tongue, and my whole body relaxes under his delicious touch.

  Mason slides all the way in, filling me up, before giving a few shallow, testing thrusts.

  “Fuck.” I grind, pressing my head back against his shoulder.

  “That feel good, Little Warrior?”

  “So full,” I groan.

  “Just wait, sweetheart, you’re about to feel so fucking stuffed,” Beck growls possessively before slamming his dick all the way into me in one hard thrust.

  I cry out, nearly coming there and then. “Oh, Jesus,” I whimper. “I need to come so bad.”

  “Not yet, Firefly,” West demands. “You still have two more dicks to take.” His dirty words make me whimper again, my pussy clenching at the thought of having all of them at once. Both Mason and Beck curse when I strangle their dicks.

  “Fuck, she’s gushing all over me. She loves the idea of having all of us, don’t you, baby?” Beck’s voice gives away how much he’s getting off on this too as he struggles to hold himself back, thrusting impossibly deeper into me.

  Glancing up at West, he jerks his head at Cam, who quickly comes to sit behind me and Mason. I adjust myself so my head is falling off Mason’s shoulder, putting me at the perfect angle as I open my mouth and relax my jaw, enabling Cam to slide past my lips and down my throat.

  Fuck, I’ve never been so full in all my life, and as all three of them start to move in a coordinated rhythm, I know I won’t last long, but there’s still one guy missing, and, as Cam pulls back, I look at West out of the corner of my eye, holding my hand out for him in a silent gesture.

  He smirks, coming toward me on his knees and lifting out his heavy dick, weighing it in his palm before letting me wrap my hand around him. I tug and pull on him as Cam repeatedly hits the back of my throat, spilling soft curses every time, and Mason and Beck drill into me, the multitude of sensations driving me crazy with ecstasy. This is what being on drugs must be like. That heady, all-consuming feeling, like you can’t take any more but it’s still not enough.

  Cam comes first, spilling his cum down my throat before kissing my lips and moving to lie beside me. His fingers stroke my sweat-slicked skin, pinching and rolling my nipples as West takes up his place. Unlike Cam, he doesn’t wait for me to open. As soon as he’s settled, he pushes the tip of his cock against my lips, smearing the bead of pre-cum on my lips as he silently demands entry.

  He shoves his way inside, groaning as my teeth graze along his skin, until he hits the back of my throat, blocking my airway. He stops, holding himself still until my lungs feel like they're about to burst, before pulling back, letting me gulp down a large breath before doing it again.

  The lack of oxygen only heightens the sensations and I quickly lose it, my moans vibrating over West’s dick as he comes down my throat, and my pussy clenches, causing the other two to lose the last bit of control they had as they come inside me.

  After getting dirty, passionate kisses from Beck and Mason, the five of us collapse into a sweaty pile on the bed. Mason removes himself from beneath me, and I flop onto Cam’s chest, sated and content, not giving a shit that we’re all lying in cummy bedsheets.

  Just as I’m about to drift back to sleep, a loud knock on the door startles me awake.

  “Get up, family meeting.” Hawk barks.

  “Ugh,” I groan.

  “Asshole seriously needs to get laid,” Cam grumbles, unwrapping his arms from around me and climbing out of bed.

  As the others grab clothes and towels to go shower, I lean in to West. “Why do you normally wear your glasses during sex?”

  His fingers trail tenderly over my face. “I want to see every bit of pleasure I make you feel.”

  He plants a quick kiss on my lips before getting up. Damn, there’s something so hot about his need for control.

  Half an hour later, and we’re all in the living room with cups of coffee. Hawk, Beck, and Mason are all looking at me expectantly, so I’m guessing this is where I have to once again go over what happened last night.

  Sighing, I lean back in my seat and bring up my knees, wedging myself into the corner of the sofa before explaining to them all what happened.

  By the time I’ve finished, Hawk is stomping about the place like an angry bear, Mason looks like he’s on the verge of hunting Lawrence down and killing him himself, and Beck is looking at me with a sad look in his eyes, like this is somehow all his fault.

  Grumbling under his breath, Hawk stomps over to where I’m sitting. Crouching down in front of me, he rests his hand on my knee. “Did he…?” He can’t finish the sentence, his mouth clamping shut in refusal to even utter the words.

  “Not as bad as last time,” I whisper, but West, astute as ever as he sits stoically beside me, overhears.

  “What do you mean last time?” he growls, his pitch-black tone enough to draw the others' attention our way.

  Hawk and I share a look, and he picks up on my silent plea for him to be the one to tell everyone else.

  Sighing defeatedly, he nods, standing to his full height and looking at each of the guys.

  “The day Lawrence came to campus and I found Hadley alone with him in the headmaster’s office—”

  “You said she was fine,” Mason barks, cutting across Hawk, already able to tell the end of this story isn’t a good one. “That nothing happened.”

  “I know.” Hawk sighs. “I lied.” I can see it in his eyes. He’s still beating himself up about not getting there sooner.

  “I asked him to.” I fix each of them with a look so they don’t start shouting at Hawk for lying to them. He was only doing right by me. Glancing at me, I can see the surprise in his eyes. We both know that’s
not what happened. He offered to not tell the guys. He put me first, above people he’s been friends with his whole life. It’s not something I’m going to forget any time soon.

  Now that I’ve spoken up, all four of my guys look at me. “What did he do?” The deep baritone and menacing growl in Mason’s voice sends a shiver skittering up my spine. If I was Lawrence, I would run very far away, pretty fucking quickly, before Mason has a chance to gut him like a fish.

  “He tried to get me to suck his dick,” I blurt out, refusing to look at any of them. I don’t want to see any of the pity or disgust on their faces.

  “How far?” Mason doesn’t seem capable of saying anything more, but he doesn’t need to. His meaning is clear enough.

  Hawk sighs. “It was in her mouth when I walked in.”

  I close my eyes against the onslaught of tears threatening to leak out, burying my face in my hands. I jump when something goes crashing against the wall.

  “Cam!” West calls before the front door slams shut. The sound of Cam leaving shatters the last of my restraint as tears drip from between my closed lids into my palms.

  Broad arms wrap around me and I breathe in Beck’s cedarwood and eucalyptus scent. Usually it calms me, but today it just makes me feel more lost as I burrow deeper into his chest, internally freaking out about how this new development might change everything. I just got Cam back. What if this breaks him? What if the others don’t want to be with me anymore, knowing what I did? I mean, that’s kind of cheating, right? Our already complicated relationship is still too new to be able to survive this, and I’m too emotionally stunted to know how to save it.

  I hear the others whispering nearby, but Beck just sits and holds me, rocking back and forth while he strokes my hair. Not long later, I hear the front door open and close again. Someone probably went to check on Cam.

  Silence envelopes the apartment as I keep my head firmly pressed against Beck’s chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble into his t-shirt, when I finally find my voice again.

  He stops his rocking and his fingers wipe away the tear tracks on my cheek, slipping under my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

  The devastated look in his eyes nearly breaks me all over again.

  “Don’t be sorry.” There’s a husk in his voice, giving away the overwhelming emotions he’s experiencing, but the sternness in his tone is very real. “You didn’t do anything. This is all on him. I’m sorry. We’re sorry we didn’t get to you on time.” There’s a sheen of tears in his eyes and I’ve never seen him look more emotional. “We failed you.”

  “You’re not angry I didn’t tell you?”

  He shakes his head. “Do I wish you’d felt like you could? Yeah, of course. But I understand why you didn’t.”

  “I wanted to pretend it never happened.”

  He nods, understanding.

  “He threatened West if…if I didn’t.”

  He clenches his teeth, his nostrils flaring in anger, but he continues to stroke his thumbs over my cheeks reverently.

  “We won’t let him get away with this,” he promises. There’s so much hostility and determination in his tone, I can’t not believe him.

  Glancing around the room, I realize we’re alone.

  “Did the others go after Cam?” I ask, worrying my bottom lip.

  “Yeah, and to give us some time alone.”

  I nod my head absently, leaning in against him.

  “Do you think he’ll be okay?”

  “He just needs some time. He’ll be back.”

  I hope so. I can’t do any of this without him.

  We didn’t stay on the sofa for long before Beck carried me back to West’s room, lying down with me. After everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours, it didn’t take long before I was asleep.

  When I come to, the sun is low in the sky, the bright red shining through the window. Beck is gone, and Cam is lying on his side, his head propped on his hand as he watches me with sad, broken eyes.

  “Hi,” I croak, my voice dry and thick with sleep and emotion. His fingers skim over mine and I interlink them. “Are you okay?”

  His eyes lift to mine. “I should be asking you that.”

  Closing the distance between us, I wrap my arms around his waist and he falls onto his back, taking me with him.

  “That was the first day Hawk stepped up and had my back,” I tell him. “I hate that he had to see me like that”—Cam’s fingertips dig into the skin on my hip—“but it strengthened our relationship tenfold. So instead of thinking about what happened in that room, when I think about that day, I remember Hawk hugging me and the way he looked at me—like he finally realized we were one and the same. Because of what happened, I now know what it’s like to have a brother and, for the most part, it’s been pretty awesome.”

  Cam pulls me up his body so my face is inches from his. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, awestruck.

  I shrug. “When you’re used to awful things happening to you, you learn to focus on the positives.”

  Chapter 23

  When Cam and I emerged from West’s room, Mason and West scooped me into their arms with reassurances that they love me. Even Hawk gave me one of his rare hugs, and all of us finally sat down to discuss what Lawrence said at the engagement party. We all agreed that the fact he threatened the scholarship students means he doesn’t know how close I’ve gotten with the guys, which is good.

  We also discussed the plan for Easter break. Mason, Hawk, Cam, and West will be at their parents’ office building for the whole week. While we’re all unsure what new responsibilities they will have to take on, especially Mason, now that Frank is out of the picture, we’ve all agreed it’s the best opportunity we’re going to get to dig up dirt on all of them. They’ll have easy access to snoop around and hopefully find something we can use to not only take down our parents and destroy the company, but free ourselves from the lives they have planned for each of us.

  Beck relayed any details he could about his visits to the compound, without giving away the fact our parents are training kids. He and I have been talking a lot lately about the things he’s seen and had to do there. As we all get more entrenched in all of this, he’s been encouraging me more and more to tell the guys the truth. I keep jumping back and forth on the matter. Part of me—okay, most of me—wants to be honest with them, but I’m scared. I don’t think many relationships could survive when one person finds out their significant other is a ruthless assassin who has killed, maimed, and tortured people. I think I’m definitely getting there when it comes to telling them. The more time I spend with them and learn to trust them, the more I find myself wanting to. I’m just not quite there yet. The guys leave at the end of the week for Easter break, so I’m thinking I’ll spill the beans when they get back—I know, I’m a total pussy. Beck mentioned that it’s possible our parents will tell the guys what’s really going on at the compound over Easter break—they have to eventually, right?—but I’m thinking it might be better that they’ve had some time to stew in that little revelation before I add even more to their plates. Yeah, basically I’m just making excuses.

  Unfortunately, none of us know what to do about Lawrence. He has been keeping his distance since it was announced to the world that I’m the long-lost Davenport daughter, but we’re all a little worried the news of my sudden engagement will be enough to tip him over the edge. If last night is any indicator of what’s to come, he’s going to be gunning for me. Other than being on high alert and not going anywhere alone, I’m not sure what else I can do. If he sends any more mercenaries after me, it’s not really a problem, I can more than handle my own. But if he comes for me himself, it’s a totally different ballgame. I don’t know how to get over my fear when it comes to him. It’s completely irrational given I could easily take him, but that doesn’t make it any less real. It’s like people being afraid of spiders. You know you’re the predator in the room, that you can easily squash the spider benea
th your boot, but it doesn’t stop your body from locking up when the damn thing scurries across the floor.

  I’m making my way down the corridor toward Beck’s office when I hear the headmaster's door open further down the hall, and a girl in a school uniform steps out.

  She’s not looking my way as she flattens her hair and tugs down her skirt, but as my boot squeaks against the wooden floor, her head snaps up, looking in my direction, and I notice the girl is none other than Bianca.

  She’s got flushed cheeks and swollen lips, looking freshly fucked.

  My eyes dart back and forth between her and the headmaster's door, easily putting two and two together as my eyebrows rise up my forehead and a smirk crosses my lips.

  “Well, well, what do we have here?” I sing cheerily, taking pleasure in the shocked, panicked look on her face.

  I gasp, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth in fake dramatics. “Oh my, is he your baby daddy?”

  Bianca has been staying out of my way since I announced her little secret to the whole school, but that doesn't mean I’ve stopped keeping an eye on her.

  Instead of talking back to me like she usually does, she glances quickly at the door before rushing off. I quirk an eyebrow as I watch her disappear. Weird. I really thought it would have taken more than announcing one measly secret to put her in her place.

  Shrugging it off, I quickly forget about her as I turn the handle and step into Beck’s office.

  “What has you looking so happy today?” Beck asks, getting out of his chair as I close the door behind myself, flicking the lock. Striding around the table, he comes over to me, planting a panty melting kiss on my lips.

  “Just caught someone doing something—well, someone—they shouldn’t have been,” I say cryptically.

  As he pulls away, I reach out, placing my palm on his cheek and forcing him to look at me as my eyes roam over his face, taking in the dark bags under his eyes. There’s none of the usual light in his eyes and his smile is tight.