Chapter 38
OCTOBER 13 – MONDAY 6:00 PM
R en
“Anyone else lovin’ this show,” Myles asked, and the rest of the bus laughed.
No one was trying to hide that they were mesmerized by the fight outside as they pressed themselves up against the windows like a bunch of children. I was trying not to watch, but Vicky’s tantrums were impossible to ignore.
She’d marched outside when the fancy coach bus arrived. Not wanting to be involved in her drama with Nash, I got on and parked myself in a window seat near the back. Some of the other team members stared at me, probably confused by my presence, but as long as Coach was fine with it, I didn’t feel obligated to address their curiosity.
The fight started when Vicky tried to kiss Nash, and he backed away from her like she had a transmittable disease. It was horrible, and I knew it, but it was terribly satisfying to see Vicky losing her shit. The reasoning was what bothered me. If I was her, I’d hate me…and that didn’t sit well.
“Why does she get to go?”
Vicky’s yelling had reached a volume where we could hear every word. One perfectly manicured finger pointed in my direction, and I ignored her even though I could see her out of the corner of my eye. Vicky’s expression darkened while Nash spoke. It was too low to hear, but she stomped her foot and stormed toward the front doors, disappearing inside the main hall.
Nash shook his head, grabbed his bag, and everyone scattered to their seats as he stepped up into the bus. He glared at anyone who dared look his way as he trudged down the aisle to the back, where I was sitting with the guys.
“Dude, ya know how to put on a show.” Myles laughed, clapping Nash on the shoulder. “I can’t wait for the next one. They’re the highlight of me day,” he said.
“I’m sure,” Nash drawled.
Nash tossed his bag down on the seat across from me. I stared down at my book, pretending to read, and tried to ignore him. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but Liam dropped down beside me.
“Hello, Little Rabbit,” he purred like a fucking cat. He’d never done that before and the hair stood on the back of my neck. I rubbed at my arms and Liam smirked.
Had he lost his mind? Not only did he demand no public displays of affection, but he only used that name on me when he was in Dom mode. Liam just smiled.
“Are you ready for another adventure,” he asked.
Liam brought my hand up and nibbled on my fingers. My eyes shot around and landed on Nash’s face. He looked like he was going to shoot his best friend. I shuddered when Liam sucked my pinkie in his mouth.
“Answer me.”
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
“That’s a good, Little Rabbit,” he growled.
“What are you doing,” I asked, keeping my voice so soft that it wasn’t even a whisper.
He groaned and leaned close to my ear. “Wanna piss Nash off?”
Every fucking day of my life .
Instead of yelling what I wanted to, I smirked and nodded.
“Good, let’s have some fun. Take your hoodie off,” Liam said as the bus started to move. Peeling it off over my head, my T-shirt pulled up with it, and heat rippled through my body as he touched my bare stomach.
“Let me help,” Liam coaxed.
Liam didn’t help like I thought he would, and I ended up sitting beside him in just my bra. I slid lower in the seat and stared at him wide-eyed.
“Oops,” he drawled and then leaned forward like he was grabbing something off the floor. It left me directly in Nash’s line of sight. We stared at one another, my heart hammering out of control.
If Liam wanted Nash to lose his mind and try to kill him on the bus than he was well on his way.Nash stared at me with the same crazed look he had yesterday. His body was tense and poised to leap across the aisle. His hand gripped his bag so hard that his hands were balled into fists. Nash’s crystal blue eyes dropped to my chest, and he ran his lip through his teeth.
I glanced back, and I saw Myles watching. He looked like he was going to bust a gut from laughing. All these assholes were in on this. Jerks. Liam suddenly sat up and I could’ve sworn Nash growled at him, but Liam looked totally unbothered.
“Sorry, I dropped this,” he said and handed me my T-shirt. Liar. Snatching it out of his fingers, I tugged it over my head while Liam pulled my legs up and across his lap. He unlaced my sneakers and took them off along with my socks. Liam smiled as he noticed the little snowflakes on my toes. Myles put them on everything. One day even my laptop was decorated in intricate snowflake designs.
Liam began massaging my foot. Holy hell, he had amazing hands. “Ohhhh my,” I moaned as he rubbed a spot that made my back arch.
“You look sexy, Little Rabbit, moan for me again.”
He ran his thumb down to my heel, and I shuddered. This shouldn’t be a turn-on, but as he switched to my other foot, he whispered for me to say his name, and I melted.
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“Feels incredible, Sir.” He smirked, and I’d completely forgotten why we were even doing this until Nash bolted from his seat.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Nash swore. “Go sit up there.”
Theo laughed before he appeared and sat down across the way.
“Impressive. I thought he would last another five minutes,” Theo said.
Now that Nash had stomped off, I figured Liam would stop, but he kept working his hands up my legs while talking to Theo about something to do with finance. By the time he was done with my other calf, I was nodding off. The next thing I remembered was waking up with Blake in Liam’s spot and Myles sitting across from us. He smiled at me, and I returned the gesture before my eyes fluttered closed again.
OCTOBER 13 – MONDAY 11:59 PM
Ren
“Wakey, wakey, Snowflake,” Myles said.
“Just five more minutes,” I mumbled, annoyed at the interruption.
“We’ve stopped to grab food and stretch our legs.”
His fingers trailed down my cheek, and I sucked in a deep breath. I glanced around.
“How far are we?”
Other than the giant golden M that made my stomach growl, I couldn’t see anything to indicate where we were.
“Not quite halfway. We get forty minutes,” he said, and I stretched.
I looked at my feet and someone had been nice enough to put my socks and shoes back on, but I couldn’t have said who or when it happened.
Myles helped me stand, and I realized that we were alone. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.
“Mmm, that’s better. I missed feelin’ yer body next to mine.”
“You always smell incredible,” I said, burying my head into his warmth and taking a deep breath.
I loved all the guys, but no one had the same calming effect on me as Myles. He was my anchor, holding me steady against the crashing waves.
“I love you,” I whispered, and he kissed the top of my head.
“I love ya, too, Snowflake.”
Peeling away from him, I moved along the long aisle and down the stairs. I’d never ridden on a fancy bus like this one before, or even a public one, just the yellow school buses that always seemed like they were on their last legs and smelled like leather, hot plastic, and diesel mixed into one confusing scent.
Myles linked his fingers with mine as we walked inside. The overwhelmed restaurant was the opposite of the quiet night outside. There wasn’t even another car in the parking lot.
“Do you mind grabbing me a number four with large fries?” I nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
“Sure. What do you want to drink?”
“Root beer, please.”
The bathroom was larger than I expected and thankfully empty. I headed for the farthest stall, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Man oh man, bathrooms were harsh, fluorescent bulbs and wonky glass distorting our images. It was my personal conspiracy theory that it was done so we looked like we hadn’t slept a day in our lives, gained twenty pounds, and didn’t have a clue how to dress ourselves. I was positive that I didn’t look like death warmed over when I got on the bus. Groaning, I smoothed down the wild strands of hair that stood on end like I’d been electrocuted.
I’d no sooner locked the stall when the bathroom door opened, and a few of the swim team girls entered.
“Where is she? She’s not in here, right?”
“No, she’s still sleeping on the bus,” someone else answered.
“What’s the deal with her coming with us? It’s not like she’s an actual member of the team,” a third voice said.
“Isn’t it obvious…she fucked her way onto the bus. She’s sleeping with four of the Kings,” the first voice said. I stood still while my heart sped up. The thumping was loud enough that I thought they might hear.
“You’re only salty because you thought Blake was going to ask you out. He hasn’t given you the time of day since Little Miss Perfect came along.” A new voice chimed.
“It’s not fair. Four of the five Kings…can you get any more pick me?” The girl fumed and turned on the water at the sink.
“I kinda get Myles and Blake. But Theo and Liam? They’re both cold and aloof. I asked Liam out once. He chuckled and walked away. Who chuckles? Asshole.”
“It really is sus how they simp over her.”
“She must give good head.”
“Duh, she’s a slut. She’s fucking four guys at one time. I don’t blame Vicky for acting the way she does. I’d be pissed too if my boyfriend eye-fucked another girl the way Nash does Ren.”
I’d lost track of who was who, but there were at least five of them. Old hurt nipped at the back of my mind, but I wasn’t the unsure new girl anymore. At some point over the last few months, I’d grown and gotten stronger. The old me would’ve stayed in the stall and prayed they went away, but that was Ren Davies. Now, I was Ren Mikhailov, my mother’s daughter.
“You’re all being way too harsh. If I had the opportunity to take on the Kings, I would jump at it. None of you would pass either because I know what thirsty hoes you are,” a new voice said, and all the girls laughed.
The lock on the stall squeaked, and all heads turned my way as I stepped out.
None of them moved as I walked to the sink. I turned on the taps and washed my hands— even though I hadn’t used the facilities—before acknowledging the girls.
I had picked up some habits from Liam because, with just a glance, I knew who had said what and committed their faces to memory. The guilty body language on all but one told me exactly who stuck up for me as well.
Crossing my arms, I leaned against the sink.
“Why so quiet? You all had a lot to say when you didn’t think I was in here. So, let me have it. If you’re going to talk shit, at least be brave enough to say it to my face.”
They shuffled uncomfortably.
“Don’t worry about the guys. I won’t tell them what you said.”
They remained quiet, and I nodded.
“Okay, that’s fine, but let’s get something straight. I don’t care if you like me. I don’t care what you call me. And I really don’t care what you think of me. I know who I am. I’m a hard worker, a kind person, and a loyal friend. If that attracted the Kings, then why don’t you take a look in the mirror and figure out what they didn’t see in you.”
Their expressions were a mix of shock and anger, but still, no one opened their mouth.
Pulling open the door, I looked at the small group and smiled.
“Oh, and I don’t just give good head. It’s the fucking best.” I walked out and gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back.
OCTOBER 14 – TUESDAY 2:33 AM
Myles
Snowflake was doodling on my leg. Her finger swirled around, making symbols like she was creating a work of art. It felt amazing. For the first hour after the meal break she wrote in her notepad, but since then, Ren just silently stared out at the darkness.
What did she see out there? What was she thinking so hard about? What was bothering her? These questions had plagued my mind since she got back from Seattle. I’d gotten good at reading her, and she was internalizing something.
Nash was asleep in the row in front of us. I wanted to wake him up and demand to know what the hell he did to my girl. Ignoring the issue and hoping that it would right itself wasn’t working. The two of them were obviously at odds. I had my suspicions but kept them to myself for now.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed Ren’s hand. She looked at me, startled.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake. Am I bothering you,” she asked, and I shook my head.
“Nah, but yer givin’ me a terrible case of somethin’ else,” I said, pointing at my dick.
It had been hard since she started rubbing up and down my leg. Her eyes followed my hand, and god dammit, I loved it when she looked at me with those hungry eyes. Why were we on a bus with thirty other people?
Ren sat up and kissed my cheek.
“Switch seats with me,” she whispered.
The girl could’ve been reading an instruction manual in my ear, and it would’ve sounded just as sexy. Standing, I helped Ren into the aisle, then sat back down in the window seat.
“What ya doin’, Snowflake,” I asked as she reclined my seat.
We’d taken the last row after the dinner stop, so there wasn’t as much room for the seat to lay back. Ren smiled but didn’t say anything. Not even the devil could tempt me the way she did with just a look.
She ran her hand up my leg and over my cock, making me shudder. I was positive it would Hulk right out of my jeans if Snowflake kept touching me.
Nibbling her lip, Ren grabbed the top of my jeans and popped the button. My hands tightened on the armrests.
“I don’t know if—” Ren placed her finger on my lips, stopping my argument.
“Be a good boy and be quiet,” Snowflake whispered in my ear, and I nodded.
She needed to stop hanging around Liam. Or maybe hang around him more. I couldn’t decide if I was terrified or not of this new side of Ren. There was only one thing that I was sure of…she commanded, and I obeyed. Jump, sit, lay down, kill someone…done, I’m yours.
Ren’s hands worked methodically, and she never made a sound as she painstakingly pulled my zipper down one little tooth at a time. I glanced at Blake across the aisle, but he was sound asleep like everyone else. Thank God because staying quiet was one thing. Not showing this all over my face was another. I lifted my ass off the seat, and Ren tugged my jeans and boxers down.
Fisting my cock, I stroked it hard, needing a bit of relief. But Ren grabbed my wrist and shook her head. Nodding, I released my aching shaft and almost swore a violent blue streak as she wrapped her hand around me instead.
She graced me with the most devious expression I’d ever seen, sending shivers down my spine. Snowflake licked her lips as her silvery eyes glinted from under thick lashes. She was driving me insane as she teased me with her thumb and gentle touch. Just when I didn’t think I could take any more of the seductive torture, she grabbed her blanket, pulled it up over her head, and swallowed my cock.
“Fu….” I coughed and tried to play it off as I closed my eyes and rolled my head toward the window. Not that I gave a fuck about the rest of the team, but Coach would tell the dean, and I didn’t want to get banned from her room. Sneaking in and holding her all night kept me from losing my mind.
I bit my lip to keep from making another sound as she sucked on my dick and tightened her grip. It was a shame I couldn’t see my cock disappearing into her mouth while she was under the blanket, but there was something fucking hot about this entire scenario. My eyes rolled back in my head as she picked up speed.
Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I slid them under the fuzzy blue throw and pulled her hair into a ponytail. My back arched as she took me deeper in her throat, and my hand shook, trying not to force her head down. It felt so fucking good.
The little devil began massaging my taut balls at that same time, and I lost all control. My grip tightened on her hair, and I pushed up with my hips, thrusting into her mouth faster. Ren took it all and matched me. I was so close, then she squeezed my balls, and that was it.
My body went rigid as I came. Snowflake’s throat flexed and constricted as she swallowed, and I loosened my grip on her head. She pulled back but continued to suck and lick at me. Her tongue swirled around, sending ripples of residual pleasure through my body. Even though I’d just come, all I could think about was sitting her on my lap.
Fuck, if she kept bobbing her lips over the head of my cock like that, I was going to take the risk. She had a deadly power over me. I’d been blessed with the ability to stay hard, but she caused a wild and uncontrollable need to claim her until I couldn’t move.
“Unless you want me to drag ya on me lap. Yer gonna need ta stop,” I said, softer than a whisper.
Ren lifted her sexy head. Swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes still filled with a wild desire.
“Can you do it quietly?”
I smirked. “Not a chance,” I said, knowing my limitations. Quietly fucking her was out of my scope of abilities.
Her bottom lip pushed out. “That’s too bad.”
“Who are ya, and what did you do with me Snowflake?”
She smiled wide. “I’ve decided to embrace the new me. I’m done worrying about what anyone thinks,” she said as I forced my dick back into my jeans. It was like battling a python once the damn thing was loose.
“I think ya should sit here and get comfy,” I said, patting my lap. “Face that way.” Ren turned so her back was against the glass. Smirking, I slid my hand down her stomach. “I can still make ya feel good,” I growled softly in her ear, and she nodded. “Close your eyes and rest yer head against me. Pretend to be asleep.” Ren nodded again as I moved the blanket out of the way so I could watch her.
She wiggled around, getting comfortable, and I groaned as her ass rubbed against my dick. If she kept that up, I would go off again.
Bless whoever made track pants. Sliding my hand under the elastic, I bit back a moan when my finger grazed the wet patch on her underwear. My cock jerked in my jeans, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep my own needs in check.
Moving the lace out of the way, I rubbed her clit, and she gripped my hoodie. Blake moved in my peripheral, and I knew we were caught. He stared at us, and I smiled as he mouthed, “ That’s fucking hot .” He shocked me when he pulled his dick out and stroked himself as he watched.
“Blake’s awake,” I breathed in her ear, and her eyes opened. Ren peered over at Blake and writhed in my lap. If this kept up, we were looking at a full-on orgy in the back of the bus. As if Ren read my mind and agreed, she lifted her hips and pushed her track pants down so Blake could see me playing with her pussy.
His eyes glazed over with lust as my fingers moved. Ren was panting and clinging to me while trying to stay quiet. Blake looked like he was struggling to stay in his seat, and it was a good fucking thing that it was him and not Nash. Poking at Nash was fun, but there was no way in hell he could resist her like this.
Snowflake bit my hoodie and moaned, “Faster.” The desperation in her tone made me quake. Her hips pumped up into my hand, and each time she moved, she ground down onto my cock. I was close to erupting in my jeans, but I didn’t care. Out of the corner of my eye, Blake’s movement accelerated. We’d been together with her so many times that I knew his facial expressions almost as well as I knew Ren’s signals. Right on cue, Ren arched her back and came all over my hand.
Closing my eyes, I unloaded with her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted to yell and flip her over to fuck her hard, but that would have to wait.
Panting, she slumped in my arms. I pulled my fingers from her sweet pussy and sucked them into my mouth. She always turned bright red whenever I did that, and it fueled my lust.
Smirking, I looked over at Blake, who had collapsed in his seat. He’d gotten his T-shirt pulled up in time, but just barely. I might’ve laughed if I wasn’t all sticky myself. Cleaning up wasn’t high on my priority list at the moment.
Snowflake adjusted her pants and curled up in my lap like a cat, falling asleep instantly. Kissing her temple, I held her tight. I hadn’t even realized how much I needed some quiet time with Ren.
Getting away from school, Lawrence, and Owen, along with all the other pressures of senior year, was refreshing. After the asshole showed up at Wayward, I’d been edgy and on high alert. I held my girl a little tighter, never wanting to let go.
“Ya make me soul sing,” I whispered in her ear. “I love ya, Snowflake.”
I looked out the window into the darkness. No place felt entirely safe anymore. There were dangers all around us, but here, with Ren in my arms, I could breathe.