Mad Love (Slateview High Book 3)

by Eva Ashwood

  Everywhere.

  Pressing a kiss to the corner of Misael’s mouth, I wedged my hand between us and stroked his length, even as my other hand found Kace’s cock and I ground my ass against Bishop’s hardness again.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  And that one little word was all it took.

  I didn’t know if it was their own need overriding common sense just like mine had, or if they really would do anything I asked of them, but all three boys stepped back from me at once, tugging their sopping wet shirts over their heads. My greedy gaze took in the sight of their naked chests, and even though the water distorted their forms a little, it was the best thing I’d seen all week.

  They tossed their shirts to the tiled floor beside the pool, and the wet garments landed with a dull thwap. I couldn’t look away, my gaze flitting from one boy to the next as they each undid their pants, pushing the clinging fabric down until they could kick their pants all the way off. They deposited those by the side of the pool too, and suddenly, I was in the water with three very muscled, very naked boys.

  My body temperature spiked, and a demanding ache built between my thighs as we all looked at each other for a moment. Then a low whimper fell from my lips, and the tension snapped. They forged through the chest-deep water to converge on me again, and this time, bare skin brushed against bare skin as I was gathered into their embrace.

  Hands and lips and teeth were everywhere, and somewhere in the middle of everything, my panties were torn from my body. The ruined garment sailed toward the edge of the pool too, but I didn’t even see where it landed because at that moment, Bishop slid a thick finger inside me, and my head dropped back.

  “Fuck. Yes,” I muttered, grinding against the heel of his hand as he added a second finger and began to slide them in and out.

  But it wasn’t enough. I needed to re-seal the bond between us, to get as close to each of them as humanly possible.

  “More. More.”

  My gasping words hardly made any sense, but I pressed against him as I spoke, hooking one leg around him and practically crawling up his body. Kace and Misael made low noises of approval as they helped me, lifting and supporting me until I was right where I wanted to be. My arms wrapped around Bishop’s shoulders, and my legs went around his body as his fingers withdrew from my core and the head of his cock found my entrance.

  We were all bathed in pool water, as wet as we could possibly be—but even so, I could tell I was soaked for him. My arousal slicked his cock as he pressed inside me, and my toes curled as all the air rushed from my lungs.

  I dropped my head to his shoulder, holding onto him as tightly as I could and devouring his wet skin with my lips and teeth as he used his grip on my hips to hold me steady as he fucked me.

  I’d never done this in a pool before, and it felt good but strange, our movements slightly hampered by the resistance of the water around us. But it didn’t stop Bishop from going hard and deep, and with every thrust, I felt him all over. He circled his hips a little every time he bottomed out inside me, grinding the base of his cock against my clit.

  Sweet pressure was building up inside me, the pleasure that was radiating outward from my core only heightened by the lingering pain in my heart, by the wild confusion and helplessness that still clung to the edges of my mind.

  It was a desperate fuck, for so many reasons.

  Misael and Kace were right there with us, dropping kisses to my exposed skin and running their hands over my body. When Kace’s hand dropped lower and squeezed one ass cheek in a bruising grip, I clenched around Bish, biting his shoulder to keep my cry muffled.

  But Kace didn’t stop there. As my entire body rocked with the force of Bishop’s thrusts, he moved his hand over to my other cheek before slipping one finger between them. The thick digit found my tight hole, and when he pressed inside, my world exploded into fragments of pleasure. I came hard on Bishop’s cock, gasping and whimpering as my core clamped around him. My ass clamped around Kace’s finger too, as if I was trying to lock both boys inside me, to keep them there forever.

  “Oh, fuck, you’re tight,” Bishop groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair close to the roots and hauling my head up to kiss me hard. He kept driving into me even as I convulsed around him, and when Kace began to move his finger in a matching rhythm, I came again.

  This time, it was too much for Bish. He followed me over the edge, his lips hot and demanding on mine as his cock throbbed inside me, his hips grinding against my clit.

  Kace didn’t stop moving his finger until the last aftershocks of the orgasm quaked through me, and I realized as he finally withdrew it that he had made it in past the second knuckle. That he’d been deeper inside me than I realized.

  I groaned at the loss of him, and a moment later, I lost Bishop too as he pulled out of me. He kissed me one more time, his entire body relaxing under my touch, and lifted one hand out of the water to stroke my damp hair back from my face. His expression was peaceful, almost worshipful as he gazed at me with deep hazel eyes that seemed to glitter in the reflected light of the pool.

  “Do you want more? Can you take all of us?”

  I nodded, my heart hammering against my chest as excitement and need filled me. A smile quirked Bishop’s lips, and he lifted me easily in the water, tugging me away from his body before turning me to face Misael. The boy with caramel skin welcomed me into his arms eagerly, and as my legs moved around him, I reached between us to wrap my fingers around his shaft.

  He was thick and hard, and I could feel each ridge and vein under my fingertips as I stroked him. Then I stole a move I’d learned from Kace, brushing the tip of Misael’s cock against my clit, using the broad, smooth head to tease us both.

  “Oh shit, Cora.”

  His lips curled back in a grimace, his breath picking up as his hips jerked into my touch, just barely breaching my entrance.

  And just like that, I was done teasing. I released my grip on him and tightened my legs, forcing myself closer to him and impaling myself on his length, and he groaned as he slid out and thrust in again.

  I held onto him, resting my elbows on his shoulders and threading my hands through his hair. Then I looked back over my shoulder at Kace, biting my lip as my eyes urged him on with a silent invitation.

  “Fuck yes, Princess,” he growled, stepping up behind me again as his finger found my ass for the second time. This time, he worked his way in faster and matched his rhythm to Misael’s, fucking me just like the boy in front of me was.

  I’d never known this could be so good. I’d never known I would like it.

  But I did.

  My body did.

  It must have, because I shattered around Misael after just a few minutes, flailing for something to hold on to and finding Bishop’s hand. He was standing a little off to one side, watching us with hooded eyes, and I squeezed his hand hard as I came, my body spasming in Misael’s grasp as my core and ass clenched rhythmically. Kace left his finger inside me as deep as it would go, and the feeling of fullness was indescribable.

  He circled it as he withdrew it, stretching out the tight muscles even more. Then his lips found my ear, brushing over the shell as he murmured, “Someday I’ll take that pretty ass, Coralee. I’ll fuck you in that tight, dark hole until you come all over my cock. Would you like that?”

  I moaned, shuddering and clinging to Misael and Bishop, and both boys chuckled as Misael pulled out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly bereft.

  Kace didn’t laugh though. His cock was like steel against my ass as he stepped closer, hot and hard, and he brandished it like a weapon as his breath caressed my ear again.

  “Maybe someday I’ll fuck your ass while Bish or Misael takes your sweet pussy. See how tight you feel when you’re stuffed full of us. You think you could take us, Princess?”

  His words were filthy, and I could feel a blush creeping up my face even as I nodded. “Yes. I could. I want to.”

  All three boys reacted to my words, and
before I realized what was happening, I was hauled into Kace’s arms. I expected him to slide right into me, but he didn’t. Instead, he palmed my ass with both hands and carried me toward the ladder at the edge of the pool, the two other boys close behind him.

  “Hold on to me,” he murmured, and I clung to him as he hauled us out of the water. Cool air hit my bare skin, and a fresh new wave of sensations cascaded through me.

  Bishop and Misael stayed close to us as Kace carried me over to one of the lounge chairs set near the wall and deposited my naked, dripping body on it. A thrill of fear and excitement ran through me as he crawled onto the lounge chair with me, his slim, muscled hips slipping between my thighs as his cock ran through my folds.

  We weren’t any more or less likely to get caught having sex on this chair than we had been in the water. But this felt more dangerous somehow, more exposed, and it only heightened my need for him.

  He must’ve felt the same way, because he didn’t hesitate another second. His cock found the entrance to my throbbing, swollen core, and he drove inside, filling me in one hard stroke. Outside of the water, with no resistance, he could fuck me as hard and fast as he wanted—and he did, slamming into me over and over as if he was trying to leave his mark on me permanently. To brand me as his.

  Theirs.

  My body was worn out by the overload of sensation, by taking each of them one after the other. But I never wanted him to stop. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted to feel all of them for days, to carry them with me long after this moment.

  I wanted their cum inside me.

  “Kace…” My voice was breathy and strained. “I’m gonna—oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”

  My words were cut off as he dropped his head and kissed me, slanting his mouth over mine again and again as he slowed his strokes, circling his pelvis and grinding against my clit.

  And I fell apart.

  I clung tightly to him, squeezing his cock and rolling my hips, and I felt him follow me into bliss. His cock jerked and pulsed as his whole body shuddered, and I could feel our combined wetness leaking from me as he stroked roughly in and out a few more times, riding out the last waves of pleasure.

  Then he braced his forearms on the chair, gazing down at me with moss-green eyes. Bishop and Misael had ended up on either side of the chair, and they each pressed kisses to my damp skin as I stared back up at Kace.

  He nodded, seeming to read the question in my eyes, to know I needed reassurance.

  “You’re ours, Princess. You always will be. No matter fucking what.”

  Four

  No matter fucking what.

  Kace’s words landed in my chest, jumpstarting my dying heart back to life. It wasn’t a solution to the problems that faced us, but it was a promise nonetheless. A vow that I would never be alone. That I wouldn’t have to face the future alone.

  With reluctance, he pulled out of me, and each boy kissed me again before I padded over to the small room at one end of the pool house and grabbed towels for all of us. I couldn’t help them with their wet clothes, but I could at least make sure they were able to towel off.

  As I returned with a stack of fluffy white towels in my hands, my footsteps stuttered at sight of the three of them. They were sitting on the lounge chairs, completely naked, their cocks still semi-hard. They looked like apex predators lounging by a watering hole—confident, dangerous, and completely unashamed.

  They didn’t exactly fit in with the lavish luxury of the pool house. Instead, they seemed to dominate it, claiming it as their rightful place whether the rest of the world agreed or not.

  They’re beautiful.

  The thought lodged in my mind, and I smiled softly to myself as I resumed walking toward them, my skin heating slightly at the feel of their attention on me.

  “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Coralee.” Misael grinned at me as I approached, accepting a towel as his heated gaze perused my body.

  I leaned up onto my tiptoes to kiss him, resting my palm against his chest. They would have to leave soon. I knew it, and I was sure they knew it too. I could feel us all trying to brace ourselves for that moment, trying to prepare for our inevitable parting.

  One more kiss, a little voice in my mind kept whispering. Just one more kiss.

  But it would never be enough. Every kiss I stole just made me hungry for the next one, a need that seemed to build and grow the more I fed it.

  After we had dried ourselves off a little, the boys gathered their wet clothes as I picked up my dress and slipped it back on. I went without both bra and panties, zipping the dress up before turning to look at my three boys. Their damp clothes clung to their muscled bodies, highlighting every line and angle, and I bit my bottom lip, desire welling inside me once again.

  Bishop gave a low chuckle and tugged me into his arms, pressing me full-length against his wet body. I yelped as water seeped into my dress, chilling my skin, and he stole the sound from my mouth as he kissed me, nearly bending me backward as he took it deeper and deeper.

  When he finally released me, the front of my gown had turned a darker color from the water it had absorbed, and I laughed as I looked down at myself.

  Then Bishop’s hand caught my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “It’ll be alright, Cora. We’ll figure something out. Don’t lose hope, okay?”

  I reached up to grab his hand, clinging to it as I nodded. “Can I see you again soon?”

  “Princess, you can see us any fuckin’ time you want.” Kace turned my head to steal a kiss, and Misael followed suit.

  Then, as if they knew they’d never leave if they didn’t go now, all three of them turned and headed for the door, disappearing back into the night like shadows.

  I stood in the empty pool house for several long minutes, staring out into the darkness of the back lawn until I was sure they were gone—that they’d gotten off the property safely. Then I gathered up my soaked, destroyed undergarments and threw them in the trash before heading upstairs. My hair smelled strongly of chlorine, and I could feel cum sliding down my thigh, but it was with reluctance that I stepped into the shower in my en suite bathroom.

  Part of me didn’t want to get clean.

  The Lost Boys had made me dirty, and I wanted to stay dirty for them.

  They had ruined me.

  And I wanted to stay ruined.

  At school on Monday, I clung to memories of the boys’ visit, relishing the pleasant soreness between my legs.

  I focused on Bishop’s command that I not lose hope, doing everything I could to obey. But it wasn’t easy.

  Once, the halls of Slateview High had felt threatening and foreign. Now the corridors of Highland Park Academy felt that way. I had been back in classes for three weeks, and instead of getting better, it had only gotten more difficult.

  I didn’t fit here anymore.

  Everything was bright and polished, not a single thing out of place. From the outside, the school looked perfect. But like so many other things about my life, it was an illusion.

  Several of my old “friends” had tried to welcome me back into the fold with open arms, claiming they had wanted to reach out to me after my dad’s arrest but hadn’t been allowed by their parents. I didn’t buy those stories, and I wouldn’t have cared even if they were true. As far as I was concerned, everyone from my previous life had shown their true colors when disaster struck my family. It had revealed the true depth of our friendship, which was about as deep as a two inch grave.

  The three girls I’d considered my best friends before my life had spiraled off its axis, Caitlin Barrington, Felicia Prentice, and Allison Rhodes, were interested in rekindling our friendship only in ways that benefitted them. I was a novelty around Highland Park now, and hanging out with me garnered them extra attention.

  But that was the extent of it. None of them had any interest in learning what my life had truly been like while I’d been living in a part of Baltimore most of them had never even visited. None of them cared that I didn’t want
the marriage that would soon be forced on me.

  None of them understood.

  For the most part, I kept my head down at school and just tried to get by. My classes were much more difficult here than they had been at Slateview, where overworked and underpaid teachers had barely had the time or energy to hold their students to any kind of standard.

  But as it turned out, keeping my head down was harder than I’d hoped.

  As I walked through the halls after lunch period on my way to Chemistry, several girls I didn’t know well stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

  They were all juniors, and in all honesty, I hadn’t paid much attention to them when I’d been a student here before. The old Cora had been too involved with her elite circle of friends and her social obligations to pay attention to much else. Not that I’d been a bully—I’d just been enmeshed in my own world and hadn’t ventured outside of it to make friends.

  And by the expressions on their faces, none of these girls were looking to make friends either.

  “Well, well. Look who it is. Little ghetto Cora, from the wrong side of the tracks,” one of the girls crooned. Her red hair was stick straight, cascading over her shoulders like a silk ribbon, and her lips were twisted in a cruel smirk.

  I grimaced. If they seriously thought a few taunting words were going to break me, they didn’t know shit. After what I’d been through in the past several months, it would take a hell of a lot more than that to rattle me.

  Rolling my eyes at the pack of mean girls, I moved to sidestep them. But as I did, the redheaded girl stepped into my way again. We almost collided as I stopped short, anger flaring inside me.

  “You’re not shit, Cordelia Van Rensselaer,” she hissed. “We all know your daddy still deserves to be in prison. And now he’s trying to pretend he’s still fucking relevant when everybody in Baltimore knows what a piece of trash he really is. What trash your whole family is. He thinks marrying you off to a family that’s actually got a decent pedigree will make a difference, but somebody needs to tell him that a polished piece of shit is still shit.”