Chapter 9
Hawk
As we walk out of the woods to the bikes, I cradle Annie against me. I wish I had a car to lay her down in the backseat to check to make sure she’s all right. Her face is buried in my neck, and I don’t miss the irony of me finding her teary-eyed in the woods two nights in a row.
This parking lot doesn’t even have railroad ties to sit on. We just need to get her home.
Once we’re at the bikes, Damon turns on his headlight. Cam walks up to us and brushes off Annie’s hands, checking them in the light for any wounds. He does the same for her knees. When he finishes, he rests his hand on her hair. She keeps her face buried in my neck.
“You knew?” Damon accuses Cam.
Cam shakes his head. “I guessed she wasn’t as experienced as you thought she might be, but I didn’t think she was a virgin.”
Damon looks like he wants to rip her out of my arms. I readjust how I’m carrying her. If he tries to claim her as his own, we’re going to have issues. Just because he fucked her first doesn’t give him different rights. She’s all of ours.
“We should head back.” I nod toward the motorcycles, then meet Damon’s eyes as he shrugs on his shirt. Damon tore her panties. Maybe they’re salvageable and she can get some coverage from them. “She’ll be more comfortable with panties on.”
“Fuck that.” Cam kicks off his shoes and takes his jeans and boxer briefs off before pulling his pants back on. “Here, goody, these will have a little more absorbency than the slivers of lace Damon buys for you anyway.”
“I’m sorry I ruined your night,” she whispers into my neck.
I arch an eyebrow at Damon. She hid this from us because we labeled her a whore.
He narrows his eyes on me, but then his eyes soften on Annie. “Come on, little devil. Let’s get you home. We can discuss this there.”
I lower her to her feet, and Cam hands her his boxers. She pulls them on under her skirt and looks up at us with tear-streaked cheeks. But those blue eyes are determined.
“What’s there to discuss?” She tosses her hair over her shoulder and straightens. “I agreed to your terms, and you agreed to mine. I’m open for business.”
“Tomorrow.” I grab her and draw her into my arms, kissing her softly on her lips. “After you’ve had a bath tonight.”
I meet Cam’s and Damon’s eyes, and we all agree. I help her put her helmet on, but she heads to Damon’s bike. She climbs on behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. He pauses and puts his hand over hers for a moment.
“Yours or mine,” I ask. I don’t know how much privacy we’ll get at Damon’s since the party bust yesterday. But if that’s where he wants to take her, I won’t argue. I want Annie comfortable.
“Yours.” Damon clears his throat. “You have the better tub and no parents who might think Sunday morning is a great time to discuss our shortcomings.”
We take off back the way we came. But as we approach Damon’s house, I say, “Go on, get the bath started. I’ll grab Annie some clothes.”
“Thank you,” she says softly through the Bluetooth.
Is she still hurting? “There’s some ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet.”
I pull into Damon’s house and leave my bike at the side of the house. Not bothering to take off my helmet, I enter through the back door, head up to Damon’s room, and cross through the bathroom to Annie’s. I grab her some things from her closet and put them into a bag.
I make sure no one is in the hallway before sneaking out.
By the time I get home, Cam sits on the closed toilet while Annie is in the bathtub alone.
Her face is scrubbed clean of the makeup.
I put her clothes on the counter for her and return to the bedroom.
Damon sits on the bed with his head in his hands.
When I sit next to him, I run a hand through my hair. “I would have been just as rough.”
“I should have known.” It’s almost like he’s reexamining every interaction with Annie, looking for what he missed. I’ve been doing the same thing. But she didn’t want us to know.
“How?” I bump his shoulder. “She didn’t have a freshness-sealed label. I know, I looked everywhere.”
He grins and shakes his head. “Did you suspect?”
“Not really. Now that I know, it explains some things.” I rub my jaw. “It also explains why Chase wasn’t at her place that week.”
“Evan wasn’t giving him anything.” Damon runs his hand through his hair and stares at the door to the bathroom like he has x-ray vision. “She didn’t know how to give a blow job. She’s definitely masturbated though.”
“You still haven’t shared that video with me.” I know the real question both of us need to examine. The one that’s tearing me up inside. “Would you have believed her if she told you?”
He doesn’t answer. The truth is, neither of us would have wanted to believe her. She was a whore for us to use as a tool to get revenge on Chase. The other question is…
“Would it have changed our plan if we had known?” She’s the key to getting Damon’s revenge. Take the thing Chase wants. Take his future. We still don’t know why he wants her so badly, or maybe we do.
“Fuck.” He scrubs his hand down his face. “What do we do now?”
“Talk with her.” I lead the way into the bathroom.
I lean against the counter, and when Damon comes in, he joins me.
Cam has his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped between his legs while Annie sits with her knees up and her arms wrapped around them protectively.
Her hair is piled on top of her head in a bun.
She rests her head on her knees and looks at the three of us. Her cheeks glow pink, but she doesn’t say anything. She looks so young and innocent. Fuck.
“Are you okay?” I keep asking it, but when she screamed in pain, I panicked. Whatever hurt her, I was prepared to fight.
She drags in a breath and runs her fingertips through the surface of the water. “A little sore, but I’ve been told that’s typical.”
“You still want to do this, goody?” Cam lifts his eyes to hers.
Her gaze drops to her fingers in the water. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“You let me rip you apart, Evan.” Damon stands and paces a few steps. His anger is at himself, and I hope Annie knows that.
“I mean, you’re big, so it probably would have torn either way.” She shrugs but doesn’t look at any of us. Like losing her virginity in a forest as if she’s our fucking prey isn’t most girl’s nightmares.
“There’s a difference between riding a bike for the first time on a sidewalk versus down the side of a mountain,” Damon snaps at her.
“I thought you two fucking would help matters.” I shake my head. This isn’t working. I grab a towel, holding it up. “Time to get out before you prune, baby girl.”
When she stands, I wrap the towel around her body and lift her out of the tub. Her blue-gray eyes lift to mine. I still want her. We all do. And from the look in her eyes, she still wants us.
“We should play truth or dare.” Cam looks at all of us as we turn to him.
“Look, neither of you would have believed Evan if she told you she was a virgin because you convinced yourselves she was a whore. Maybe it’s time to get some of the misconceptions out of the way.
If you don’t want to tell the truth, take the dare. ”
I rub the towel over Annie’s body. “What do you think?”
She glances at Damon before shrugging.
I have to offer. “If you just want to go to sleep—”
“I don’t.” She wets her lips. “I’ll play.”
EvanAnn
I’m dressed and sitting on the bed with three guys. Damon refused to do this sober and got a bottle of vodka and four shot glasses from somewhere in the house.
He pours one for each of us and passes them out. As he hands me mine, he says, “Only one for you, little devil.”
I grow warm. That first night, it loosened my lips. Maybe not telling them I was a virgin was a bad idea, but I don’t regret it. It’s one moment of pain for me to be able to explore everything with them.
“Rules.” Cam leans back on his hands. “Everyone answers the question. You don’t answer, you get a dare.”
“What kind of dares are you proposing?” I ask.
“Depends on who the player is.” Cam winks. “Like if I had to dare Damon, I might make him suck on your breast for a minute without popping a boner.”
“Fuck off,” Damon says, pouring another round for the guys only. Part of me wants another shot, but I know I’ll be too drunk to make decisions, or maybe even sense.
“Or I might make him take a body shot off you.” Cam arches an eyebrow as his brown eyes flow over my body.
Everywhere he looks heats. Part of me hopes I get to play with Cam. We haven’t gotten time together lately. Though we had a quickie in the closet at school on Friday.
Hawk grabbed me comfortable leggings and panties to wear, but for my top, he gave me one of his shirts. No bra. I’m used to being naked around these guys, but right now, I feel so vulnerable, like they’ve seen inside me and found me lacking.
“Any more rules?” I ask as they down their shot.
Cam smirks. “Come sit on my lap, goody.”
It’s one of my rules to follow their orders. I crawl across the bed, and he guides me to sit in his lap. My head rests against his shoulder. His warmth surrounds me. In his arms, I feel safe and protected. I inhale his sandalwood and leather scent and let it draw me in.
“Whoever is holding Evan goes first.” Cam says with a laugh.
Hawk rolls his eyes. “How about Annie moves between turns?”
“Fine.” Cam concedes. “Evan gets to sit on the person asking the truth, and then she gets to ask her own truth.”
He squeezes my waist, and I realize he’s giving me more opportunities to learn about them.
I lift my gaze to Damon as he downs another shot. His eyes lower to my lips. My pussy pulses, empty, achy. It wasn’t all bad. Yes, it hurt, but not toward the end. He made me come, but they always make me come. I squirm a little.
“Ask your question.” Damon lifts his gaze to Cam.
Cam squeezes me. “How old were you when you got your first kiss? And with who?”
I almost spin around. That’s the truth he wants to know? Not why did I hide my virginity? I mean, I didn’t hide it so much as not mention it.
“Nine,” Cam says. “Mary.”
“Nine.” Hawk smirks and runs his hand through his hair. “Also, Mary.”
My mouth opens and closes. Go, Mary.
“Eleven.” Damon meets my eyes. “Gwen.”
They both look at me. I swallow.
“Sixteen.” A tremor goes through me, remembering how he cornered me. I couldn’t escape. Do they know him? He plays hockey. Should I tell them?
“Who with?” Cam asks. “Chase?”
“Not Chase, but...” I look down at my hands. It’s not like he has a common name, and I don’t want to start this out by lying. “I’d rather not say.”
Damon’s eyes narrow on me like he’s going to push it.
“So you want a dare, goody?”
I bite my lip and turn to look up into Cam’s dark eyes. “I guess.”
“Give me a shot.”
My brows pull together. That’s it? Damon pours a shot glass and hands it to me. I turn to hand it to Cam, but he shakes his head.
“Not from a glass. I want it from your mouth.” Cam smirks. “Pour it into your mouth and don’t swallow. Put your lips on mine and give me the shot.”
I take a breath and dump the shot into my mouth, careful not to swallow. I lean into Cam and press my mouth to his before opening and giving him the shot. He catches the back of my neck and swallows the vodka before kissing me, dragging me onto his lap to straddle him.
He tastes of the vodka and something richer, that taste that is all Cam. Heady, rich, tempting. He slides his hand over my ass and squeezes. When he lifts his head from mine, I’m aching for more.
“Your turn.” He nods to the others.
What do I want to know about the Devil’s trio? So many things, but Cam didn’t start with the hard stuff. So maybe I shouldn’t either. But what I really want to know is if it would have made a difference to them if they’d known I was a virgin.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
Cam chuckles. “Fifteen.”
Hawk’s green eyes spark. “I haven’t yet. Wanna help me out, baby girl?”
“I really don’t believe you.” I shake my head.
He winks. “Fourteen.”
I turn to Damon. “Thirteen.”
My mouth opens and closes. Just because I didn’t have the opportunity didn’t mean they didn’t, but thirteen? I probably could have lost mine at sixteen if I hadn’t been terrified of Jackson. If he’d made me feel half of what these guys do, I would have.
“Come on, Annie. Time to rotate.” Hawk sits against the headboard and I crawl on the bed to his lap, relaxing back into him. He takes a minute. His fingers run up and down my arm, sending little sparks through me.
“When’s the first time you masturbated?” Hawk’s hand rests low on my stomach. “Eleven.”
I inhale sharply.
“Ten,” Damon says, looking at me.
“Twelve,” Cam says with a smirk.
I swallow. “Fourteen.”
“Want to show us, baby girl?” Hawk dips to kiss my neck. I tip my head to give him better access. The delicious shivers of pleasure from his lips flood me with desire.
“You can save that for a dare.” I bite my lip as my gaze collides with Damon’s.
“What’s your next question, little devil?”
My mind goes to Mia and something that’s been niggling at me this whole time. “Have any of you had a threesome or more?”
“Not until you, goody.” Cam throws me a kissy face. My cheeks heat.
“Only with you, Annie.” Hawk scrapes his teeth on my neck, ripping a sigh from my lips.
Damon’s eyes capture mine. “You. And hoping to do more.”
There’s this part of me that worried they wouldn’t want to play with me if they found out I was a virgin. Not that I am anymore. But Cam’s kiss, Hawk’s lips, and Damon’s heated eyes make that worry vanish. My pussy clenches.
They want more, and so do I.