Chapter 22
Briggs
I’m still angry at her little deadbolt stunt when we pull up in front of Carter’s house. The driveway is already packed with cars, so I park on the street instead.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior. Don’t embarrass me in front of my friends,” I warn.
“What does that even mean?” She folds her arms across her chest, clearly uncomfortable being here.
“It means do as I say and don’t be a fucking prude.” I unbuckle her seat belt before I do the same to mine. “Let’s go, little bird.”
I open my door and climb out of my truck, surprised when Wren does the same without being asked twice. My bird is learning, good. We meet at the hood of the truck and walk side by side toward the house.
Only when I’m not heading for the front door and instead to the side of the house, does Wren speak up. “Where are we going?”
“Back of the house, where the pool is.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Wren freezes. I take a step forward without her before I come to a halt myself.
I look back at her over my shoulder. “What now?”
“You didn’t say anything about a pool.” Wren takes a tiny step back and, for a moment, I think she is about to make a run for it.
“It’s a pool party, so yeah, there is a pool.”
“I don’t do pools,” Wren says, all matter of fact.
I raise my eyebrows at her. “Why? Can’t swim,” I joke. Only Wren isn’t laughing and the shocked look in her eyes tells me I’m spot on.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Wren tries to change the subject.
“You don’t need a bathing suit here. We usually go naked.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m not joking. Do you see me wearing swimming trunks?” I point to my dark blue jeans. “Now you can either walk with me back there, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and throw you into the pool. It’s your choice.”
“I’m not a good swimmer,” Wren admits, fear and worry written all over her face. “I really don’t want to go into the water at all.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you drown.” I wink at her.
“I don’t believe you.”
I put my hand over my chest as if I’m hurt by her words. “Who would I have to torment if you were gone?”
“I’m sure you’d find someone else,” she quips.
“There is nothing as satisfying as tormenting you. No one could measure up.”
“I’m flattered.” She rolls her eyes.
“Roll your eyes at me again and see what happens,” I warn. “I’m not in the mood today.”
“I’ve noticed. Are you out of weed or something?”
“Is that what you want? To get high?”
“I want you to get high. You are nicer to me when you are stoned.”
“’Cause that’s the only time you are bearable,” I say. “Sorry, we are not getting high tonight. I want you fully lucid while we are doing this. Now, last chance to walk on your own.”
“Fine, I’ll walk.” She takes a deep breath before making her feet move once more.
She follows me past the house and into the lavish backyard with a large infinity pool. As I anticipated, her step falters again once she sees naked people walking around and inside the pool. I take her hand and hold it tight so she can’t make a run for it.
The closer we get to the pool, the more I have to drag Wren along. As we get nearer, moans and grunts meet my ear, and when I look past the pool, I see Carter bending Lacy over a lawn chair, fucking her from behind. Other people are in the water, kissing and grinding against each other.
“What the actual fuck?” Wren murmurs from beside me. “What kind of party is this?”
“The kind where you get naked and fuck each other,” I explain, as I drag her closer to the edge of the pool.
“I’m so not comfortable with this!” Wren whisper-yells.
“Why do you think you are here? I knew you would hate this.”
“I fucking hate you!” She whisper-yells again, as if it would matter if anyone would hear her.
“Good.” I smirk. “I want you to hate me the same way I hate you… and that’s quite a lot.”
“You didn’t have to drag me here for that to happen,” Wren mumbles, while I grab the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head and discard it in an empty chair.
“Take your clothes off,” I order as I unbutton my jeans. “You can do it, or I’ll throw you in the pool with your clothes on,” I add, while pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs.
My threat gets her moving. She quickly strips out of her shirt and leggings, leaving her in her mismatched bra and cotton panties.
“Looks like even your underwear comes from goodwill,” Tiana yells from across the pool, making everyone look over at us.
Some people laugh, others are too busy fucking.
Wren ignores the comment and so do I. I don’t find it particularly funny, even though I probably should.
Instead of feeling joyful, something unfamiliar stirs inside of me.
Something like pity. I shove that feeling down quicker than it arose.
Wren doesn’t deserve me feeling bad for her.
The opposite—her misery should satisfy me, though for some reason today, it doesn’t.
I blame that mysterious note from the car. I told Wren I wasn’t worried about it, but in reality, the more I thought about it, the more concerned I have become. Would someone really take it as far as killing her? At this school, I’m not sure.
Wren quickly discards her bra and panties, as her face and chest are a hue of red.
While I’m completely comfortable naked around others, I can sense how apprehensive and uncomfortable she is.
However, she tries not to show it. With her head held high, she tiptoes to the edge of the pool.
If I wasn’t so close to her, I would miss how her shoulders shake and her knees wobble.
Wren uses the steps to walk into the pool while I simply lower myself from the side where it’s deeper. She quickly gets into the water and comes over to where I am waiting for her. We both can still stand, though the water is only going to my chest, while it’s up to her shoulders.
I take a few steps further into the deep until the water is up to my shoulders. “Come here and wrap your legs around me,” I demand.
Wren shakes her head. “I’ll stay where I can stand.”
“Why do you waste your time on her?” Tiana swims up to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders from behind. Her tits press up against my back as she whispers into my ear. “Come over here with me and let’s have some fun.”
My eyes are glued on Wren, who stares daggers at Tiana with her jaw tightening. Wait, is she jealous? I smirk. It appears to be so.
I turn my body slightly, and Tiana takes that as an invitation to wrap her legs around me until we are face to face.
Her long, braided hair sits in a giant bun at the top of her head.
With the pool light, her dark skin takes on a blue shimmer.
Her deep brown eyes look at me with lust and anticipation.
She licks her lips like she is about to kiss me. I immediately pull away and look at Wren, who has turned away from us as if she can’t stand to watch.
“I appreciate the invite, but I have some unfinished business with Wren,” I explain as I shove Tiana away from me into the water.
She pouts in disappointment before shrugging and swimming away.
I turn my attention back to Wren, who is clinging to the side of the pool. I walk up to her until my front is pressed up against her back, making her shudder. Leaning down, I whisper into the shell of her ear, “Did that make you jealous, little bird?”
“No,” she lies. “You can do whatever you want with whomever you want.”
“I know I can, but how do you feel about it? A bit left out?” I suggest.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she mumbles.
Grabbing her hips, I grind my hardening dick onto her ass cheek. She squirms in my hold.
“Turn around and wrap our legs around my waist, or I’ll go fuck Tiana on the other side of the pool, where you can watch.”
Wren gasps, as if she can’t believe what I just suggested, before she turns in my hold, wrapping her legs around me like I instructed. I grin from ear-to-ear.
“You can wipe that smug smile off your face.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m only doing this because I don’t want to be alone in the water.”
“Right,” I say slowly while taking a tiny step backward, away from the pool’s edge.
“Plus, you refuse to use a condom with me, and I don’t want to catch some disease because you are fucking around.”
“Is that so?” I say, taking another step further into the deep end. Wren is busy looking around at the other couples that she doesn’t notice me moving us at first.
“What are you doing? Go back!” Wren urges when she realizes we are up to my neck in the water, and she can’t stand where we are.
Panic fills her features and her casual hold on me turns into an iron-like grip. Both her arms and legs are wrapped around me like a spider monkey, holding onto me like her life depends on it. I guess in a way it does.
“I told you I wouldn’t let you drown. Now loosen up and grind your pussy against my cock,” I order.
“I’ll loosen up when you take me back where I can stand. I told you I’m not a good swimmer,” she whispers, so only I can hear.
“You mean you can’t swim? Admit it.”
“Fine, I can’t swim. Now take me back,” she pleads.
“I think I’ll like this, you helpless. Depending on me.” I like this very much, actually. “Grind your pussy over my cock, and I’ll take you back.”
“Ugh!” Wren groans softly before carefully shimmying her cunt over my dick. She gasps when she feels how hard I am already. “Now take me back, please.”
I do as she asks simply because I want the leverage of the wall, anyway. I walk us back to the side of the pool. Once we reach the edge, Wren loosens her grip around my shoulders a little bit, but her legs remain hooked around me like steel bars.
“Better?” I ask with a smirk.
“I would be even better back at my dorm room, but this works,” Wren quips.
“Where would be the fun in that?” I cage her against the wall. With my hands on her hips, I guide my cock to her hot opening.
Wren’s gaze wanders around the area, and I don’t like how I don’t have her full attention. “Eyes on me, little bird.”