Chapter 14
SEPTEMBER 17 – WEDNESDAY 8:10 AM
M yles
Mr. Martelli’s bad day was my gain. Class was canceled, and I was on the hunt like a bloodhound for my Snowflake. Spending the day in bed with her was just what the doctor ordered to make me feel better.
My father had blissfully been staying away until today. No clue if it was because Lawrence had him running all over the place or if it was because he was trying hard to find a way to get Devin back. Whatever the reason, I hadn’t had to deal with the insane bastard. My phone felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket, but it was going to be ignored for as long as possible.
Owen’s text summons were never a good thing, but the tone of his last text was more erratic than normal. I was leaning into the fact that I was supposed to have class all day, and he couldn’t come on the property and force me to leave. The beauty of being eighteen was that I could officially write a list of people who were not to be admitted. I’d marched into the office on day one and handed them my father’s name and a picture for good measure.
Dean Henry had taken the information with his eyebrow raised. He didn’t say a word before nodding. It was a small thing, but it meant that there was one place on this godforsaken earth where my father couldn’t reach me no matter how hard he tried.
“Hey man, what are ya doing,” I asked as Blake caught up to me at the elevator.
“Le cours de francais est annulé, j’ai donc pensé visiter Ren.”
“Ya want to say that again, but in English this time?”
“Oh merde, désolé. Class was canceled. I’m heading up to see Ren.” He narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously. “Why are you out of class?”
“My class was canceled, too. Huh, that’s kind of weird, isn’t it,” I asked and stepped into the elevator as the doors opened.
Blake shrugged.
“Maybe Ms. Costa and Mr. Martelli ate the same meal,” he said, and my brain conjured an image of Lady and the Tramp.
“Question, why haven’t ya used any of that smooth talkin’ French on Ren?”
He gave me the cockiest grin.
“Who says I haven’t?”
“Fucker…I need to up my game,” I swore as he laughed.
“I even sang to her in French.”
Annoyed, I crossed my arms.
“Okay, ya can stop now. Yer just showing off. No one likes a show-off.”
“Ren did.”
“Don’t make me toss yer ass out of the elevator,” I said, making him laugh harder.
Asshole. How was this jerk, my best friend?
“How are things at home,” I asked, wanting to change the topic, and Blake sighed.
“Weird. Ever since Theo and I found Lawrence there acting all shady, it’s felt like my mom is different. But I can’t put my finger on how. She is still baking up a storm and bugging us to have Ren come over for Thanksgiving this year. Lawrence isn’t holding his annual dinner. Something about being out of town. I don’t know. Maybe I’m reading too much into it and looking for something that isn’t there.”
I grabbed his arm before he could unlock the door to his room.
“Nah man, if ya think there is somethin’ going on, then listen to yer gut,” I said, releasing him.
He opened the door, and we both froze as we stared at Snowflake.
“Sweet Lord, thank you,” I mumbled, watching Ren’s bare legs swing.
She was lying on Blake’s bed, her earphones on, wearing only the blue lace underwear I’d gotten her and a matching tank top. She was watching something on her laptop while dutifully taking notes, and I had to adjust myself. It was impossible not to walk around hard half the day when I was thinking about her.
Blake quietly closed the door, and we snuck across the room. The same shocked expression on Blake’s face had to be on mine as we got close enough to see what was on Ren’s screen. There, clear as day, was some BDSM porno with a woman tied up in ropes and hanging from a metal grate. She had a ball gag in her mouth while the guy walked around her with a whip in his hand.
It wasn’t that Ren was watching porn, which was out of character, or even the type that was on the screen that made me smile. It was the fact that Snowflake was researching what Liam had told her to with as much seriousness as chemistry class. She scribbled fast across her notepad.
Peeling off my school sweater, I tossed it aside and inched closer to see an entire legend with multiple toys and positions sketched that even I couldn’t name. There was a giant X in the middle of her page, with a diagram outlining what each part was called and a list of sexual ideas as well as generic terms and questions.
“Now, this is research.”
Snowflake screamed and jumped like a scared cat. She slammed the laptop shut and leaped up so fast that I thought she would actually end up clinging to the ceiling. Her silver eyes were as wide as saucers, and her hands were up in a fighting stance.
“Myles…Blake…fuck,” she growled and slumped. “I might kill both of you.”
“Yer so fuckin’ adorable,” I said, plucking the headphones off her head and pulling her in tight to my body. Her eyes went from terrified to filled with desire with a blink. “I know a much better way for ya to study,” I growled, and her cheeks turned bright red under the healing bruises.
“Do ya want us to give you a little taste of what it’ll be like ta be caught by Liam?”
Sliding my hand up her back, she trembled under my fingers. There was nothing sweeter than my Snowflake responding to me like that. I grabbed her neck, and she sucked in a sharp breath that went straight to my cock.
“What do ya want to learn? How about a little degradation? Is that what ya want slut? Ta be our whore?”
“Um…a….”
Ren licked her lips as Blake walked around behind her. She glanced between the two of us and opened her mouth, but no words came out. Placing a finger under her chin, I made her look up at me.
“Is that a yes, Snowflake?” She nodded. “Say it. Say ya want us to use ya like the little slut ya are.”
“Yes. Show me.”
Blake nipped at the soft, sensitive skin on her neck, and Ren pressed closer to me. I’d grown used to seeing Blake touch her, and it now seemed second nature to have him in the room and fuck her. It even turned me on to see Snowflake’s eyes flutter closed as he toyed with her, his hand snaking up under her shirt to tease her nipples into hard peaks. His mouth moved up the side of her throat as he licked a line up to her earlobe. I gently kissed her lips, careful of her nose and the bruising still on her face.
“Get on your knees and take our cocks out,” I ordered.
She hesitated, with Blake still touching her. Grabbing her arm, I tugged her away and smacked her ass hard enough that she jumped and yelped.
“Yer not moving fast enough slut.”
Her eyes flared with anger that was mixing with her desire, and I’d just found my new favorite look.
“If yer not able to handle that little smack, Snowflake, then ya better back out now. Liam is going to tan yer ass until ya can’t sit down.”
“He’s right. I haven’t seen him in action, but Theo has come home after a weekend away looking like Liam dragged him behind his car. He usually stays in bed for an entire day. I know you really want to do this and feel it will be the thing to fix them, but what if you go through all of this and they still don’t work out,” Blake asked, and Ren chewed her bottom lip.
“Then they don’t work out, but at least I know that I tried all I could first.”
I glanced at Blake.
“Look, we’re happy to continue. More than happy, actually,” I said, pointing to the prominent bulge in my pants. “But why is Liam trying to top ya anyway? He has Theo for that, and you can be Theo’s bottom. I’m not understanding this.”
She lifted her hands and let them drop.
“He says that he needs to trust me and to feel as comfortable with me as he does, Theo. Even if the two of us on our own is not a regular thing.”
“Snowflake, it’s yer call. We’ll be here no matter what ya decide, but regardless of what Liam says, I think it’s a bad idea. So…what are ya wantin’ to do?”
She wore her determination like I would pull on a sweater, and she showed it again as she dropped to her knees.
“We continue. You didn’t tell me why you’re both out of class, though.”
“Sluts aren’t privy to that information,” I said, and I knew that there was a good chance I’d pay for that comment later.
Blake stood beside me, his expression silently asking how far I was going to take this. I lifted a shoulder and let it drop. As far as I was concerned, I’d push until she said it was too much. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t worry me what Liam would do to her alone in the woods. More importantly, what her mental state would be like when she got back. Liam believed in facing your demons and what that would look like…kinda terrified me.
SEPTEMBER 17 – WEDNESDAY 8:40 AM
Ren
Being called slut, whore, and bitch was enraging. It was taking all my willpower not to punch them both. Yet my body still loved their attention and betrayed me at every turn. I was equal parts livid and so turned on that I might combust with the throbbing pressure. They were far rougher than normal, and at first, I tried to shy away from the slaps against my bare breasts that stung my nipples. I was positive that I’d have permanent handprints on my ass from them both.
It also brought up images of being pulled over Nash’s lap, and that was another whole layer of issues that I had no interest in unpacking.
“Ah,” I cried out.
Myles had my arms pinned over my head and back against the wall with my feet forced as far apart as they would go, just like the girl in the video. He was driving me insane as he alternated between sucking and then pinching or smacking my nipples. The entire time, Blake was relentless with his tongue. Swirling it around my clit and teasing me with his fingers until I was sure that I was going to go insane with the need to release.
“Please let me come,” I begged. “Please.”
“Ya really think a dirty little whore like you gets to come before us,” Myles growled, and the tweak to my nipple sent a zing of electricity through me.
It was all I could do to stay on my feet, with my knees shaking uncontrollably. Somehow found the willpower. My body was soaked in sweat, and every muscle hurt from the constant pushing for more. They had me hold positions I’d never been in before, and the sheer roughness of their assault took my breath away.
Every single nerve ending was on fire, and just when I didn’t think that I could take anymore. Myles kissed my cheek.
“You’ve got this,” he whispered.
His amber eyes shimmered with mischief and pride. Digging deep, I nodded that I could continue and moaned as Blake sucked harder.
“Come on his face and be quiet about it. I don’t want to hear one filthy sound come out of yer mouth.”
Blake’s fingers pushed deeper, and I almost screamed but choked it off. Somehow, I didn’t even whimper as I came. Hips bucking, my pussy ground against Blake’s face. My legs gave out with waves of intense pleasure. Myles let my arms slowly go, and I crumpled in a heap on the floor, panting hard.
“Get on yer knees, and take our come like a good come slut,” Myles growled.
I didn’t think I could move, but I managed to push myself up on shaking limbs to kneel in front of them.
“Now open your mouth and leave it open.”
My boys groaned as their hands flew up and down their hard cocks, and impossibly my traitorous pussy tingled at the sight of them. They each braced a hand on the wall and towered over me, their eyes filled with a dark desire.
The guys and girl in the movie we’d left running began yelling as they came, and it set off a chain reaction.
“Fuck, yes,” Blake moaned, and the first jet of his release landed on my cheek. The second went straight into my mouth, and I swallowed it, smiling before opening it again for them.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Myles growled.
I jerked back as something hot hit me in the eye. It stung like I’d just been pepper sprayed and forced me to snap my lids and mouth closed.
“Shit, sorry, ahhh, I can’t stop,” he said as more rained down on me until it was as if I’d been coated in hot frosting.
It hung off my nose, chin, and lips while more slid down my neck. There were no words to describe what I was feeling, but there was no way they were ever doing that to me again. My eye hurt, which only added insult to injury.
“Shit, Snowflake, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get ya in the eye.”
“Washroom,” I said, gagging when my lips gummed together.
Myles helped me stand, apologizing non-stop. He turned on the shower and then guided me to the curtain. I stumbled my way in, holding the wall for support.
“Do ya want me to help wash it off?” I shook my head. “Snowflake, I’m so, so sorry.”
“I’ll be fine, but never again,” I said and stepped under the warm spray.
It kind of made sense that I’d end up with a swollen come eye to add to my broken nose and bruised cheeks. This was not my week.