Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Aspen
It felt amazing to be in my own clothes again. The tight material of my outfit hugged my figure tightly as we walked. The thin fabric rubbed against my skin, bringing forth a comfort I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. Or…so it felt like. I reveled in the way my leather jacker clung to me, radiating a warmth and pushing it through my body.
I tilted my head, looking up at the clear, cloudless sky. The sun was hot on my face, which was a nice reprieve from the blistering cold we’ve been experiencing as of late. It was still in the fifties, but at least it wasn’t bone-chilling.
Students trickled in through the doors of the cafeteria as we worked to catch up with them. My heart raced, leaving a hollow feeling in my chest. The memories worked hard against my brain, trying to force their way to the front, but I stomped them down with all my might. I’ve cried enough. Dwelling wasn’t going to bring her back. These people didn’t need to see me break down.
Collin strolled forward and pulled the door open, allowing me entry. I sucked in a sharp breath before stepping inside the noisy building. Everything was just as I remembered it, only proving to me that time didn’t slow for anyone. It didn’t matter who was missing, or who was dead. That thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.
My gaze skirted around the tables until I found a familiar face. Gia sat at the table we used to share with Raven. Except this time, it was occupied by Jax, Rocky, and Dixie. A scowl twisted my features as I took in the dark-headed girl seated next to Rocky. Despite everything that had happened, Gia seemed…happy. If the sparkle within her brown eyes and grin placating her face was anything to go by.
“Come on,” Collin urged, placing his hand against the small of my back. My body immediately tensed from the contact. It felt odd being out in public with him like this. Wrong, even.
I allowed him to lead me to their usual table. As soon as we were in reaching distance, the three guys turned to face us. Foster’s eye was the first I caught. His brows drooped and his jaw tightened.
“Why did you bring her here?” he growled, keeping his voice low enough so that only we could hear.
Collin didn’t bother replying. Instead, he guided me to the empty spot next to the blonde who seemed to hate me with a burning passion. Even more so now that he came all over my pussy in the shower. At least I knew he wasn’t completely immune to sexual desire.
“Nice outfit ,” Myles remarked from across the table, his eyes flickering over to Collin with accusation.
Collin blew out a breath and rolled his eyes like he’d expected this. “Would you have rather me bring her naked?” he countered.
Annoyance skittered down my spine. I hated how they talked about me like I wasn’t even here—like they controlled me. I glanced over at Foster, my hands balling into fists within my lap. “You said it wouldn’t be like before,” I reminded him, narrowing my eyes. “I’ve been taking your shit since you kidnapped me. Do you know how many chances I’ve had to escape? I deserve to be treated like a damn person.”
His expression never changed as he stared me down. The only indication that he’d even heard me was the slight tick along his jaw as he processed my words. Disregarding me, he turned his attention to Collin once more. “Get her something to eat,” he instructed before dropping his gaze to his own meal.
A huff of exasperation fluttered past my lips. These assholes were insufferable. They were so hot and cold that it gave me whiplash.
Collin nodded before turning on his heels and making a beeline for the kitchen near the back of the room. I was thankful that Myles and Hunter sat before me, shielding me from Gia and Rocky. That was one thing I wasn’t sure I could deal with today.
“I hope you don’t like that outfit,” Myles continued in a taunting tone, bringing my attention back to him. “Because it’s getting cut from your body as soon as we get out of here.”
Rage simmered through my veins, pooling in the depths of my stomach as it brought me to the brink of an explosion. I knew him well enough now, to know that he wasn’t bluffing. I didn’t escape death’s clutches just to be thrown right back into the same situation prior to my so-called demise.
My eyebrows tugged together with determination as I came to a sudden reality. These guys have been pushing me around all over again, and for the most part, I’ve been taking it. Granted, it hasn’t been as bad as before, but how long would that last? These guys got off on torture and pain.
“She still deserves to be punished for that laxative incident,” Hunter commented, shooting a glare my way.
A laugh bubbled up from my throat, remembering how they all fought for the bathroom. I’d take whatever punishment they dolled out; it was so worth it, and I’d do it all over again given the opportunity. Foster was always so quiet and collected with his asshole persona radiating off of him. It was interesting to watch him crumble as he raced for the nearest restroom.
“Why?” I asked innocently. “I just helped cleanse your colon.” My nose scrunched as soon as the words left my mouth. Maybe that should have been reworded differently.
None of the guys seemed amused by my response. They all stared at me with hard looks that rivaled one another’s. It didn’t take long for Collin to return. He took note of the tension, glancing around the table with curiosity before he dropped down next to me. He slid my plate toward me along with a can of soda.
A meatball sub took up the majority of my plate, and fries sat off to the side. Instantly, my mouth watered. If there was one thing I missed about this damn place, it was the food. Monroe could cook, but it was nothing compared to this.
We all ate in silence—or tried to. About a quarter into my meal, Jessica sauntered up to the table with a hand resting along her hip. Paisley and Madison occupied either side of her, their gazes pinned on me. I blew out an annoyed breath, dropping my sandwich on my plate once again, and then wiped my hands and mouth with a napkin.
“Can we help you?” Foster demanded.
Jessica turned her attention to Hunter, a sneer curling her upper lip. “I thought she was missing,” she accused. “Or was that another one of your lies?”
Foster stood abruptly, his blue eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Jessica’s eyes widened as she stumbled back a step, fear skittering through her. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he growled, inching around the table in slow, deliberate movements. “We’ve only tolerated your whiny bullshit because of him.” He inclined his head toward Hunter for emphasis. “I’d think really fucking carefully about coming to our table and starting drama with us. You of all people should know what we’re capable of.”
Paisley wrapped her hand around Jessica’s bicep, urging her to back down. The dumb bitch in question just shook her off, clearly having some kind of death wish.
Despite the fear written all over her face, she raised her chin. I had to give her props for it, but challenging these guys was a waste of time. They were inhumane, and always took it a step further than you’d think that they’d go.
My hand moved to my chest as I rubbed at it, remembering how my lungs burned as they fought for oxygen. I was lucky to even be alive.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Collin’s hand found my free one beneath the table. His fingers laced through the gaps in mine, and I was surprised with how his simple touch felt so comforting. My grip tightened around his as I used it to anchor myself. Closing my eyes, I breathed carefully. Focusing on the feel of his palm pressed against mine.
When I opened my eyes once more, Foster and Jessica were still staring one another down. If she didn’t shut the hell up, it was going to end badly for her. Not that I gave a shit. She wasn’t exactly an innocent bystander.
Madison looked at Collin, and then at me. My heart rate sped up when her gaze dropped to our arms that were overlapping one another’s beneath the table. Her jaw tightened, and she instantly moved toward us, ignoring Paisley’s pleas for her to stop. She ripped our arms apart forcefully before moving around him and clambering onto his lap like a dog in heat. Her thick, fruity perfume wafted around the vicinity, clogging my nose. It took everything in me not to gag.
With disgust contorting my features, I scooted away from them, finding myself right next to Foster’s vacant seat instead. A surge of jealousy sprouted within me, coiling tightly around my stomach before expanding into the other parts of my body. I had no right to feel this way. It didn’t make sense for me to. But the feeling was there all the same.
I half-expected him to knock her off his lap. They weren’t even together, and it didn’t seem like he was interested. But to my complete and utter surprise, his hand snaked around her waist instead, holding her in place against him.
Humiliation settled inside of me. I was a damn fool. For one second, I believed he might have actually given a shit about me. My gaze caught Myles’s from across the table, his expression softer than I’d expect from him. It was like he could read every thought flickering through my brain, and that only set me even more on edge.
“What do you want, Jess?” Hunter demanded, drawing everyone’s attention toward him.
“I want to talk.” She shrugged.
These girls seriously didn’t know how to take a hint. Then again, Collin was confusing as hell. One minute, he wanted nothing to do with Madison, and the next, he was welcoming her back with open arms.
I need a drink.
With Jessica’s attention otherwise occupied, Foster dropped back into his seat, his leg brushing against mine. He glanced over, a frown tugging at his lips as he noticed our sudden close proximity. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together, and thankfully, he didn’t make me move like I’d partially expected him to do.
“I’ve already said everything I needed to,” Hunter drawled, losing his patience. “You’re a controlling bitch who sucks the life out of everything. I can’t do it anymore.”
Jessica narrowed her eyes at the insult. By now, we’ve caught the attention of a few students seated nearby. I reached across the table, pulling my plate toward me. Before it could reach its destination, Madison grabbed it. Her gaze promising me nothing but revenge right before she knocked it off the table and let it clatter to the floor.
My stomach growled in protest and anger surged through me like a wildfire. As much as I didn’t want to bring anymore attention my way, that was a low blow. No one fucked with my food. My hands balled into fists, and I started to rise, but a hand on my thigh stopped me in my tracks.
Foster shot me a pointed look and discreetly shook his head. The feel of his hand sent electricity shooting through the thin fabric of my leggings, scorching the skin underneath.
“I’m not leaving until you come talk to me,” Jessica said firmly, folding her arms across her chest.
“We could always make you leave,” Myles offered, speaking up for the first time. His gaze darkened, like that idea appealed to him more than it should have.
This was getting out of hand. All I wanted was a day of normalcy. Instead, we were ambushed by the school’s mean bitches and my food was now a mess all over the tiled floor. At least I’d managed to eat s ome of it before it had been wasted. That thought did little to comfort me. My stomach still felt like an empty pit.
Hunter let out a defeated sigh. “Ten minutes,” he told her. “That’s it.”
A cocky smirk hooked the corner of her mouth and she nodded, looking smug as hell. “That’s all I need.” Her arms fell to her sides as she waited for him expectantly.
I watched in confusion as he followed her out of the cafeteria, wondering where the hell they were going to talk.
“They’re going to end up fucking,” Foster whispered, reading the confusion that was probably written all over my face. “It’s what always happens.”
My stomach plummeted at his admission. Why would Hunter continue to put himself through that? It seemed…like self-sabotage to me. Then again, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. As long as he kept her away from me, I didn’t give a shit.
Foster grabbed a fry off his tray and offered it to me, making my heart race wildly in surprise. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. He was never nice to me. Reluctantly, I took the fry and bit off the tip. The salty substance burst along my tongue, and that just pissed me off even more about my own food.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Paisley shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as she glanced around our table. There was no way I’d be offering her a seat. As far as I was concerned, she was just as fucked up in the head as the two girls she’d befriended.
“Want to get out of here?” Foster asked me, surprising me again. What the hell has gotten into him today?
I hesitated, trying to weigh out my options. I could stay here and watch Madison and Collin rub up against each other or leave with Foster and avoid this whole shit-stain of a situation. My gaze found Myles’s, who was watching us with interest. He nodded in confirmation, having heard us and was ready to leave too.
“Okay.” I breathed out.
Foster removed his hand from my thigh and stood. I wasted no time, standing too. This had been an absolute disaster. Foster grabbed my can of soda from the table that I’d left there, and he offered it to me with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Confusion flooded through me as he popped the tab and took a long drink. Once he had his fill, he dumped the contents all over Madison’s head. The dark soda seeped into her blonde hair, splashing on both her and Collin. She let out a surprised screech, her eyes widening in complete shock.
I slapped a hand over my mouth, a laugh bubbling up from my throat. I didn’t know why he did this for me, but there was no point in asking. Foster shot me a genuine grin that had my stomach fluttering.
“Come on,” Myles urged, looking at us with amusement in his dark, blue orbs.
We followed him outside, the sun beating down on us instantly. The fresh air was a nice reprieve from the stuffy, tension-filled cafeteria. It didn’t take long to reach Foster’s room. We all shuffled inside, and I sank down onto the foot of the bed.
“Are you still hungry, Little Dove ?” Myles asked me, using that same damn nickname that used to have fear coiling within my gut. Now, I kind of liked it.
“I’ll live.”
“That’s not what I asked,” he growled. His features darkened and he took a step toward me. A shiver rolled down my spine at the intensity of his words in which he’d said them.
I glanced over at Foster who was busy fixing himself a glass of whiskey, and then my gaze darted back to Myles.
“A little bit,” I admitted.
I’d barely eaten before my food ended up all over the floor. If it weren’t for Foster dumping my drink all over her, I’d be sulking and planning my own revenge.
Myles pulled out his phone and started swiping across it, leaving me even more confused than before. After a few seconds, he looked at me again.
“Pepperoni okay?”
A small smile graced my lips, and I nodded. I didn’t know why they were being less assholish today, but I wasn’t complaining. After what happened in the cafeteria, the last thing I needed was more bullshit on top of it.
Foster offered me a glass filled to the brim with whiskey. Either he was trying to get me drunk off my ass, or he knew I really needed it right about now. I graciously took it from him and pressed it to my lips. The smooth liquid cascaded down my throat, setting my chest on fire.
“Do you like him?” Foster pressed, settling in beside me on the bed.
A surprised laugh fluttered past my lips. “Who?” I took another drink, not bothering to wait for his reply. I was fairly certain I knew who he was talking about anyways.
“Collin.”
I shrugged. My feelings were all over the place lately. Yes, it made me jealous when he wrapped his arms around Madison like she was his long, lost lover. Yes, there were times when I desperately wanted to jump his bones. And yes, whenever he was near, my heart rate seemed to skyrocket. Did this mean I liked him?
Blowing out a breath of frustration, I closed my eyes. “I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. Does it?” Nothing ever seemed to go my way, and I’d be damned if I acted like a pathetic little bitch over it. If he wanted her, he could have her. There wasn’t a future for us anyways. He was still on my shit list. They all were.
“Food will be here in about forty minutes,” Myles said, slicing through my thoughts. I pried my eyes open and took in the muscular guy leaning against the dresser.
I brought my glass to my lips again and took a long swig. It burnt less going down this time, but still felt good regardless.
“Collin’s an idiot,” Foster said from beside me.
I snorted in response. That was an understatement. “Why are you not being a dick?” I countered, unsure on how I felt about this new change in him.
“Would you rather me be a dick?”
I shook my head. “Honestly…I just want to forget about everything that happened today.” My gaze dropped down to the amber liquid within the glass before I tilted it back and downed the rest of the contents. My lungs burned in protest and my stomach tightened. Heat spread through my body like an inferno as the substance started to trickle wildly through my veins, leaving me dizzy in the aftermath.
I licked the excess from my lips, Foster’s gaze following the movement. The sight had my stomach tightening all over again for different reasons.
“We could arrange that.” Myles smirked, pushing away from the dresser he’d been leaning against.
Behind him was a pocket knife, the blade already open and ready to be used. My teeth sunk into my lower lip as a sadistic idea sprouted within my mind. A little bit of alcohol wasn’t going to make me forget all of the horrible stuff he’d done. Even if it was getting harder to think clearly by the minute.
I stood, determination racing through me. My pulse thundered in my ears at what I was about to do, knowing this would probably sign my death warrant all over again. He stabbed me; it was only fair that I returned the favor.
Fuck .
I was absolutely insane.
Myles watched me with curiosity, probably thinking I was coming to him. A twisted smile crossed my face as I side stepped him and he tracked my every movement.
My hand curled around the knife, and I held the blade up in the air. It was sharp. That was for damn sure. It probably wouldn’t kill him unless I stabbed him repeatedly with it, but his life wasn’t what I was after.
“Think very carefully of what you’re about to do,” Myles said with a hint of amusement slithering through his words.
He didn’t think I’d use it. That only made me want to do it even more. I turned to face him, excitement sparking to life inside of me. I made my way toward him, closing the distance between us. I lifted the weapon, pressing the sharp end of the blade to his throat. His skin turned white around it, his pulse point moving rapidly along the side of his neck.
“I could slice your throat,” I said casually, pushing the knife in even more. A small bead of blood pebbled around it, trickling down his Adams apple. “Just like you did to Raven.” That thought spurred me on and I sliced downwards gently, making sure not to injure him just yet. More blood followed, but not a lot.
His hands dropped down to my waist and he pulled me against him tightly. “You could,” he admitted.
I smiled wickedly, using the knife to tilt his head back. Rising on my tiptoes, I swiped my tongue along the blood that had dripped to the lower regions of his neck. A shuddering gasp expelled from his lungs and heat swirled within his eyes. He was enjoying this.
With his attention otherwise occupied, I dropped my arm, and took a small step back in order to create a little bit of distance between us. He watched me curiously as I twirled the knife between my fingers before plunging it into his side in one, swift movement.
He grunted, stumbling backwards. His hand moved to his side, and he dropped his gaze in surprise at the blood coating his fingers.
Foster rose abruptly, concern twisting his features. But Myles held a hand up to stop him from coming near us.
“You stabbed me,” he said in disbelief.
“You’ve stabbed me before.” I shrugged. He pried the knife out of my hand and closed it before throwing it in Foster’s direction.
His hand latched onto my throat—the same one that had his blood all over it. He barely winced as his side strained with the movement. Fear skittered down my spine along with excitement. He was either seconds away from murdering me or fucking me. It was hard to tell with him.
I pried his fingers from around my throat and to my surprise, he let me. Maybe it was the sadistic glint in my eye. A slow smile stretched across my face as I took a step forward, closing the gap between us once again. His chest rose and fell rapidly between us, and I loved that I’d gotten a rise out of him for once.
Balling the front of his shirt up in my hand, I jerked him towards me. His eyes widened a fraction from the unexpectedness of it, but before he could react, I smashed my lips against his. He froze instantly, but that didn’t last long. His arms wound around me, hand hands cupping my ass tightly as he pressed our fronts together firmly.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but this was something I’d never experienced before. Excitement flooded my system until it was consuming me completely.
“You do realize that this is my room, right?” Foster huffed.
Neither one of us acknowledged him, our tongues sliding together forcefully as we fought for dominance. My hands ripped through his hair before I settled on a single spot and pulled, making him growl out in approval. His teeth sank into my lower lip, pain splintering through the piece of meat as he drew blood.
His hands drifted upwards until he reached the top of my jacket. He tugged the leather off quickly before tossing it to the floor.
“Seriously?” Foster continued, talking to us like we were disobedient children.
Myles pulled away, leaning his head against mine. We both worked to catch our breaths for a moment, my head spinning with alcohol and lust. My mouth was beyond bruised and swollen without a doubt.
“Say it,” he said breathlessly.
He didn’t have to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant. “I want you.” My arms wound around his neck in a firm hold.
He shook his head. “Not good enough.” His hands toyed with the hem of my shirt, like he was seconds away from ripping it from my body if given the correct answer.
I was too far gone to even consider changing my mind. He might have been a sadistic piece of shit, but I wanted this so badly it was bordering on painful. I’d have to ask for forgiveness later.
“I want you to fuck me, Myles. Please ?”
His gaze darkened and a growl rumbled through his chest. He pulled my shirt off in quick precision, discarding it the same way he’d done my jacket. He dropped his head, digging his teeth into the top of my shoulder as he worked to unclasp my bra. The pain sent a thrill through me and I buried my face in his chest, taking in his musky cologne that I always loved on him.
My bra loosened and the straps fell down my arms. I pushed away from him and let it fall to the floor, leaving my upper body completely exposed. He bent, taking my nipple between his lips as he flicked his tongue over it. A shiver rolled through me from the sensation, making my toes curl. I didn’t even care that we had an audience. This felt too fucking good. His teeth grazed along the pebbled bud as he sucked the tender skin surrounding it.
I placed a hand to his chest, pushing him back a step. He watched me hungrily with a rising chest. I knelt, unzipping my boots and stepping out of them before hooking my fingers in my waistband. My pants pooled around my ankles in which I kicked them off to the side, standing before him in nothing but my panties.
He tore his shirt off, revealing the hard planes of his torso and the many, many tattoos that coiled around every inch of his skin. Next, he moved to his pants, ripping them off just the same. His legs were bare of ink to my surprise, but that seemed like a personal choice.
Myles stalked toward me, scooping me up in one movement, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The skin on skin contact made me hotter as he carried me toward the bed and dropped me down right next to Foster.
“Fucking Christ,” Foster muttered.
Myles hovered over me, my legs hanging off the foot of the bed. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs, throwing them off to the side. I bit my lip hungrily as he did the same to his boxers, his massive dick springing to life. My heart palpitated from his mere size alone.
He centered himself between my legs before kneeling on the floor. Before I could comprehend what was happening, his mouth was on my bundle of nerves, sending sparks of electricity through me. A moan tore from my throat instantly as he pushed his tongue inside, swirling it around expertly.
“You’re washing my bedding,” Foster grumbled, making me laugh through the intense pleasure.
I looked over at the blonde sitting beside me, his gaze pinned on Myles who was buried between my legs. His pupils were dilated with hunger despite his commentary and that sent a new thrill spiraling through me.
My back arched as Myles hit a sensitive spot near the back of my clit, forcing another moan from my throat. Heat pulsed around my center with every flick of his tongue, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Before he could bring me to the brink of exploding, he stopped his movements and rose once more, not wanting me to come just yet apparently. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me so that he could move me further up on the bed before he positioned himself on top of me.
“Hurry up,” I growled in frustration, needing him inside of me.
A huff of laughter left him, and he pressed his cock to my entrance. Instead of easing inside like most guys did, he slammed into me with brutality. My body jostled off the bed as a gasp tore from my chest, the pain of not having him worked in consuming me.
He groaned as he fully seated himself, his arms on either side of my head. “So fucking tight and wet,” he gritted out through pants. His hips rolled, bringing forth a pleasure to add to the pain he’d just inflicted.
I felt so incredibly full. My hands drifted along his biceps, my fingers cutting into his flesh. He pulled out to the tip before slamming back into me. A pleasure-induced scream left me as my back arched.
“That’s it. Scream for me, Little Dove .”
My chest rose and fell and I turned my head, meeting Foster’s eyes. Something dark flashed within his gaze before it vanished and he crawled further up on the bed out of sight. My hands were immediately jerked over my head, excitement burrowing inside me as I looked up to find Foster there, holding them in place.
Myles increased his movements, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room. My body slickened with sweat; the pain long gone. My pussy fluttered around him, making him moan out in response. The sound was beyond erotic and only turned me on more.
Foster situated a leg on either side of me, before pulling me up. The motion forced Myles to slip out of me, but he didn’t seem to mind. He placed my head on his crotch for support, his hard length too potent not to notice it.
Myles shot him a knowing smirk before he moved up too and resumed his position. This time, he placed his legs beneath my own and grabbed my thighs, jerking me down onto his length. My tits bounced from the movement, and suddenly, I didn’t give a shit who Collin or Hunter were fucking.
Foster released my hands, reaching around me and tweaking one of my nipples between his fingertips.
“Fuck.” I breathed out.
Foster’s other hand gripped the column of my throat, tilting my head up to look at him. A fire blazed within his eyes as he peered down at me with hunger. My body continued to jostle against him from every thrust Myles descended on me. If he wasn’t so against sex, I’d invite him to join us.
“I want you too,” I said without thinking, my breath coming out short and husky.
A small smile curled the corners of his mouth. “I know.” His grip tightened around my breast, massaging it in his palm.
“Either fuck her, or stop distracting her,” Myles grunted, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze bored into mine as he jerked me down on him again and again.
Foster carefully moved from around me, placing my head gently down onto the mattress. I figured he was taking Myles’s hint and was going to find something else to do, but I quickly realized that wasn’t the case when he leaned down and planted his lips to mine instead.
I quickly reacted, coming to life beneath his touch. My mouth moved against his softly, scared that if I made one wrong move, it would shatter this moment completely. His hand gripped the edge of my jaw as he held me in place, slipping his pierced tongue between my lips. I moaned into his mouth, savoring the taste of him.
My core tightened from the feeling of both of them touching me. A fire sprouted within my abdomen as Myles kept up his pursuit, fucking me hard and deep before a sexy groan escaped him. My breathing labored as I clenched around him, exploding completely. I couldn’t stop the scream even if I’d wanted to, but it was muffled by Foster’s mouth, so I suppose that helped.
In a couple more thrusts, Myles spilled into me, the warmth of his liquid filling me.
“What the fuck?” A familiar voice called out, slicing through our intimate session. I hadn’t even heard the door open.
Myles pulled out, his chest glistening with sweat. His dark hair was plastered against his forehead, and his cheeks were rosy. He looked like an animal. A glorious, miraculous, sexy beast sent here to devour me and test all of my boundaries. My gaze skipped down to the wound I’d inflicted, blood smeared along it from his body being pressed against mine.
As expected, his blood was smeared along my abdomen. Foster shifted from beside me, tearing away completely. My heart beat wildly in my chest from what had just happened and I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes finding Collin’s from across the room. His jaw was coiled tight with tension, which confused me. Weren’t these guys into sharing? Plus, Madison had just been all over him.
“Figured you’d be off doing Madison,” Myles commented, reaching down and snatching up his clothes before climbing into them.
Foster adjusted himself inside his jeans before rising too. He walked around the room, grabbing my clothes and bringing them to me. Surprise flickered through me at the gesture. The last time we’d been intimate, he’d turned cold soon after. Then again, he’d only really kissed me this time and touched my breasts. Maybe that was progress.
I hurriedly got dressed, the ache between my legs potent. Myles hadn’t been gentle. Then again, what else did I expect? He was ruthless in everything he did. Why would sex be any different?
“The pizza is probably here,” Myles continued when Collin hadn’t responded. His eyes traced over me, a glimmer of something dark and heated swirling within them. “I’ll be back.” He turned, stalking across the room where he shouldered past Collin and disappeared out into the hall.
It felt slightly easier to breathe with him out of the room. My head raced at what had just occurred. Why had I given in? His presence was so dominating, and I liked the way he enjoyed being cut. It was a turn on like nothing I’d ever experienced. What the hell did that say about me?
My head throbbed as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol this time, though. Not when I’d only had a single drink.
“Get your fix?” Collin’s words were harsh as they echoed through the room.
Now I was really confused. It wasn’t even that long ago when I woke to Myles between my legs and Collin lying beside me, encouraging it. Was he bipolar, or something? Or was he only okay with it as long as he was in the room, too?
Annoyance flared to life inside of me. I’d forgotten just how fast he could switch. One second, he was the nice, golden-retriever type, and then the next…he was as ruthless and cruel as the rest of them.
“Did you?” I snapped back. His bitch of a girlfriend, or whatever the hell she was, threw my food on the floor and he didn’t do shit to stop it. Gia and Raven had been right. Madison was the girl he’d always run back to.
He shrugged, running his hands through his light, brown hair. My gaze followed the muscles in his neck and my heart sank at what I found there. Two purple bruises coating his golden skin, just above the collar of his hoodie. No wonder it took him so long to get over here. He hadn’t bothered to follow us. Instead, he went back to either his room, or hers. He was a fucking joke.
Foster followed my line of sight and shook his head, clearly just as displeased with what he found there as I was. “You’re a goddamn idiot,” he muttered, shaking his head again. He moved across his room and reached into his top dresser drawer, where he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
Why had I thought for one second that Collin actually felt sorry for what he’d done to me? This was a prime example that he didn’t give a shit. I wouldn’t make the same mistake again. I’d already come out looking like a fool once because of him. There wouldn’t be a third time.
“What was that?” Collin growled, pinning his golden eyes on Foster who was in the middle of lighting his cigarette.
I stood and made my way over to Foster. He looked at me for a moment but didn’t even need to ask what I wanted. It was probably written all over my face. He grabbed another cigarette out of his pack and handed it to me. I placed it between my lips and Foster held the lighter out, igniting it in an orange flame. I inhaled, my eyes staying pinned on his as smoke bellowed out of the stick in my mouth.
“I asked you a question, Henderson,” Collin pressed with an edge to his voice.
Foster rolled his eyes before giving him his attention. “I said you’re a fucking idiot, Walker . I don’t recall stuttering.”
The tension in the room thickened. I didn’t understand why Foster was angry with him. This was a side to Collin I’d witnessed before and hoped had changed. Instead, he’d just proven to me why it would be stupid to trust him. I sucked in a large breath of smoke before blowing it out into the air again. The nicotine burned my chest in the best way, giving me the smallest reprieve from what was happening around me.
Collin snorted a humorless laugh that sounded almost deranged. “Why?” he countered. “Myles made it clear that Aspen was untouchable until he got what he wanted. I have needs.” Pain sliced through my chest, and I dropped my attention to the floor, not wanting either of them to see the hurt on my face.
I could feel Foster staring regardless of my attempts to hide it, though. Heat spread through my body from the unwanted attention. I glanced up just in time to see Foster rounding on his best friend with a deadly look in his eyes.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room,” he enunciated slowly.
Collin looked over at me, and for a second, he almost looked guilty. Finally, he let out a scoff and turned to exit the room, letting the door slam behind him.
Silence enveloped us soon after and relief rolled off my shoulders. Why did he have to be such a dick? He was just like every other guy. Nothing but a fuckboy with a pretty face and smooth words that didn’t mean shit.
“You good?” Foster asked, startling me.
I glanced over at him cautiously, wondering why the hell he was being so nice to me today. “Why do you care?” I pressed, asking the question that had been rolling through my brain on repeat since the cafeteria.
He took a drag of his cigarette before shrugging. It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was definitely better than Fuck off . Like I said before. Progress.