Blaze #3
River shoots me a glare. “Oh, like that’s going to happen,” he says, starting to thrust more quickly into her mouth. “I’m not stopping until I come.”
Pandora squeezes her thighs, and the pleasure that was slowly building inside me slams into me hard. I cry out as I shoot into her, my heart thundering in my ears.
She must be doing something similar with her mouth around River, because he jerks and holds her tight for a moment, hips sporadically thrusting until he lets out a groan and pulls away.
“Fuck,” River says. “Did she come?”
“Yeah.” Pandora sits up, making my cock reluctantly drag out of her. My cum drips down her thighs, which is another beautiful sight to behold.
I’m about to reach over to help her get free of the cuffs, when she contorts her hand— then pulls one cuff open.
I stare in disbelief.
“What, you think I wouldn’t know how to get out of my own bondage devices?” Pandora asks. She wipes at her mouth, then collapses down onto the bed, her head in River’s lap. “Fuck. You could have warned a girl.”
“No,” I grumble. “No, I could not have.” I rub my fingers along her thighs and smear my cum into her skin. “You didn’t warn us that you were going to do something stupid.”
“What’s stupid? We all had a great time.” Pandora smiles up at us. “Right, River?”
“Brock and Holden didn’t. They seem pretty pissed about some rats,” River says.
Pandora laughs. “I guess they would be.” She gives us a curious look. “Just Brock and Holden? Not Keegan?”
I grab some tissues from the bedside table to wipe my cock clean. “No Keegan. Why? Should we be concerned?”
Pandora reaches over to the desk for her phone. “Probably not. If he’s not scared shitless now, then he’s got balls of steel.” She tilts her head. “I’ll need a diamond tipped saw to cut them off then. Or maybe a blowtorch.”
I give River a bewildered look. He shakes his head. He doesn’t understand any more than I do.
“What the fuck is going on, Pandora?” I ask. “I told you to leave the frat stuff to me.”
Not that the flogging-and-sex is going to dissuade her from doing it again.
“No,” Pandora says as she taps on her phone. “You said to wait on the murder thing. I didn’t murder anyone!”
She holds her phone out to me.
The first thing I notice is the fact that there’s a naked man on screen, and it’s not me, River, or Asch. Jealousy courses through me, white and hot, until I notice that it’s Keegan, and that there are things written on him.
Trash. Fuckboy. Coward. Filth.
Tell us how you really feel about him, Pandora.
“You did this?” I ask, zooming in on the cuffs around Keegan’s wrists. Those aren’t the same ones we’d used on her.
I bet they aren’t as easy to escape, either.
“Yep!” Pandora smiles. “He was quivering in his boots. Or not boots, since he was naked.”
River groans. “Pandora…” he begins, only to trail off and shake his head. “Never mind. Turnabout is fair play, right?”
I wonder how far she went with her revenge, if she shoved a bottle up his ass, but I don’t want to remind her of that night.
I haven’t forgotten that the bottle was Keegan’s idea, though.
He snitched on Pandora having started the fire, too.
“They’re going to escalate,” I say, clenching my fists. “Brock and Holden are going to go to Ezio, since they can’t fight their own battles.”
“So let them?” Pandora pulls her phone back. “What’s the big deal? We can handle them. And if Ezio attacks me, then it’s self-defense when I decapitate him.”
Decapitate, like she’d done to Zayden.
“No,” I growl. “No, it doesn’t work like that, Pandora.” I take her hand into mine. “Do you not understand that you aren’t invincible? That maybe, just maybe, we should take our time and focus on the important shit first?”
Pandora’s smile turns brittle, and she pulls her hand away. “This was important shit. They were being dicks to you, and how was I going to stop the drip in my ceiling if I didn’t do anything about it?”
The drip in her ceiling? What the fuck does that have to do with anything? I glance up, but I don’t see any drip anywhere.
“Pandora, if you went after everyone who was a dick to us, there’d be no one left. We’ve had this conversation,” River says. “You know that that ‘an eye for an eye’ thing is only going to fuck you over.”
Or in this case, potentially fuck us over.
“It’s going to fuck someone over, sure.” Pandora yawns loudly. “Okay, nap time now. I don’t think this bed is big enough for all three of us though.”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit!” I growl. “Petty revenge isn’t going to do anything for us.”
Pandora laughs. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who had a teenager beat up because he was being a big ol’ meanie to Asch.”
I flinch at the accusation, even though I don’t regret my actions.
I’m never going to regret standing up for Asch or Pandora.
River glances at me, but there’s no surprise in his expression. “Okay, but that was in the past,” he says. “And we’re not doing anything that stupid now. Pandora, he might go to the dean about this. Are you trying to get kicked out before we figure all of this out?”
“I mean, if I fail my pre-med classes, I’ll just have to learn biology the old fashioned way: with a lot of dissections."
My eyes widen and my jaw drops open.
Pandora laughs again. “Oh my god, Blaze. I’m joking.” She lifts her leg and drapes it over my thigh. “Clean me up too, would you?”
I sigh and reach for the tissues. “None of this is funny,” I say as I wipe her down.
“It isn’t,” Pandora agrees. She presses a kiss to River’s leg. “But Keegan’s expression when I released the rats on him was pretty hilarious.”
“On him?” River repeats. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, Pandora. Are you trying to start a war with them now, too?”
“Keegan is nothing,” Pandora says.
“He is nothing,” I agree. “Which is why you shouldn’t have done that. You don’t always need to get the last word.”
“Okay, fuck you. You’d have done it too if you were half as creative as I am,” Pandora counters.
The dumb thing is, she isn’t wrong.
I reach for her phone and click through the photos. There are pictures of Keegan crying, one where a rat is sniffing at his balls, another of a bloody nipple where a rat must have bitten him.
“Did you have to get him naked?” I grumble. “I don’t want you looking at other men’s cocks.”
“How would the rats have bitten his skin if he wasn’t naked?” Pandora asks. “Anyway, don’t worry, you have one of the most perfect cocks in the world. I’m not going to lower my standards for that trash.”
River takes the phone so he can look at the pictures, and he shakes his head. “Fine. What’s done is done. But before you try to make any more moves, you need to talk to us first. We can’t protect you if we aren’t all on the same page with this.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Pandora closes her eyes. “Oh, what are your Christmas plans? You’re all coming to NB with me, right?”
I don’t miss that she didn’t agree to anything, but I think this is about as much of a concession as we’ll get from her right now.
“I’m going back to NewVa. Asch too,” I say. “He needs to visit his mom. And while I don’t really want to see my dad, my mom has been buzzing with excitement to see me again. I guess my dad didn’t tell her about all that happened.”
River hesitates, but he replies, “I’m going back to NB, but I have to go see my parents. I don’t know. Maybe if your parents won’t kill me, I’ll show up at some point. They really did not seem happy to see me at Thanksgiving, so I don’t want to intrude. Again.”
“You wouldn’t be intruding!” Pandora narrows her eyes at me. “New Bristol would be better than NewVa. We’ve got snow. What do you have? Mosquitos?”
“Not in December we don’t,” I say. “There are wild New Year’s Eve parties in NewVa.”
But I can’t deny that I would much rather spend my holidays with Pandora—or, hell, with Pandora’s family—than with my own.
I also really, really want to keep an eye on what she does while we’re away.
That’ll have to be River’s task.