Chapter 13 #2
About an hour and a half later, the doorbell rang.
Bram had hooked it back up after I’d told him it was fine.
Hearing it still made me tense up, but I trusted that whoever was on the other side would not get past Bram.
I rushed out of my room at the same time Mac came down the stairs.
She was dressed in ripped jeans with fishnet tights underneath.
The band of the tights rested higher on her stomach than the band of her jeans and the netting showed through the rips in her pants.
Her top was a cropped black tee and she’d finished the outfit with black, lace-up, block-heel boots.
Her thick brown hair with caramel highlights was down, ironed straight.
She’d gone full glam with her makeup, choosing dark colors to make her whiskey eyes pop.
Vivian was the one to answer the door. “You must be Lemon. Come on in.”
As Lemon walked inside, her eyes took in everything quickly before they landed on me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I greeted her as I eyed her pretty, berry-wine-colored, chiffon tie-strap minidress, which I knew had cost two thousand dollars, and cute black strappy heels that were seven hundred.
She was holding a five-thousand-dollar clutch.
Then I spotted the sparkle of black diamond studs in her ears. “Mac—”
“I’ll fix it like I fixed you,” she whispered to me before giving Lemon a smile. “Hi, Lemon. I’m Mac.” She hooked arms with her and led her to my room. “I really love this dress, but so will every drunk sicko we walk by at Noble’s.”
Mac was such a whirlwind. I shook my head as I followed them.
A half hour later, the three of us were finishing getting ready in my bathroom.
Lemon was sitting on the closed toilet as Mac worked on her hair.
I was standing in front of the sink as I added the last touches to my makeup.
My hair was done; thanks to Vivian, it had soft curls in it.
I had chosen my outfit instead of Mac. I was dressed in high-rise black leggings and a white crop top with long lace sleeves.
I was kind of going for a mixture of my old life and my new one.
“I guess you finally decided to stop torturing Roe and Wyatt,” Mac said as she finished pinning Lemon’s curled hair in a messy updo with a few tendrils left loose.
We had raided my closet, which included my old clothes Prue had brought over and my new ones Mac had bought.
We’d ended up picking a sleeveless brown bodysuit and light ripped jeans for Lemon to wear.
Both pieces were mine, but only thanks to Mac.
The top and jeans went well with Lemon’s strappy black heels and black diamond earrings.
“You were torturing the guys you like?” Lemon asked.
I sighed before going into detail about my relationship with Roe, Wyatt, and Reid up until a week ago.
“I didn’t mean to torture them. I thought I was doing right by them to take the time to figure out what I really wanted.
From them and my future. Roe worked so hard for his.
He’s dealt with the assholes at Kendry for four fucking years for it.
Me? My life was planned for me. Now it’s not.
For the first time, I can make decisions for myself.
“I thought I wanted art school. But now, I wonder if I just enjoyed having any pipe dream to fantasize about because my life wasn’t my own.
Would I be disappointed if I didn’t get in?
Yes. Or happy if I did? Also yes. But none of it mattered a few weeks ago because I wasn’t going to go there anyway.
I had to go to Brown or wherever else my mother told me to go.
Now I’m not limited to just one pipe dream anymore.
I could do anything. I don’t have to settle for just that art school in California.
I could live out of a suitcase and travel the world, drawing beautiful things I see as I go.
I could try to get a job at a gallery like Stewart’s.
I could create an online following and sell my art that way.
I could try to get into the art schools in Massachusetts near MIT, which is one of the schools Roe wants to get into.
Or I could go to that art school in California, which happens to be near Stanford, another school he’s hoping to get into. ”
“It seems drawing and art are your passion and what you want in your future no matter what. You’re just indecisive on the direction you want to go in,” Lemon said.
I nodded. “I haven’t had my whole life to think about the right path to take.
Drawing kept me sane. It helped me survive.
I need to have it in my life. This past week has been me trying to figure how I want to do that, and I wanted to make my decision without the influence of the guys.
I needed to know if I had to or could walk away from them so all of us could pursue our dreams.”
“So what did you choose?” Lemon asked, clearly wanting me to get to the point.
“She obviously chose them,” Mac said.
“As long as I have charcoal and paper, I can go anywhere, but I don’t want to go anywhere without the guys,” I said.
“I’m happy for you and envious at the same time,” Lemon said with a sigh. “I want three boyfriends.”
“Nope. Too many cocks for me. I’m a one-cock, preferably a big one, girl,” Mac said.
“But imagine the sex,” Lemon gushed.
“All I can imagine is multiple cocks flopping in my face demanding attention,” Mac griped. “Selfish bastards.”
I snorted, trying very hard not to laugh.
“I want to be worshiped, desired, and made love to. Not used for their pleasure like a sex doll,” Mac explained.
Lemon groaned. “That’s not how it works. The right guys wouldn’t do that.”
“Unless you wanted them to use you like that,” I added.
Lemon smiled. “It does sound kind of hot.”
Mac shook her head. “It sounds degrading.”
“Imagine being blindfolded,” Lemon said.
“You don’t know whose hands are on you or who’s fucking you.
You don’t have to do anything but take what they’re doing to you.
You get off on the experience. They get off on being able to do whatever they want to you, and if they’re the right guys, they want to get you off and watch you get off on what they’re doing to you.
The cock-flopping selfish bastards, as you call them, are the type who will only last thirty seconds or, because you gave them free rein, they’ll unimaginatively try to stick it in your ass. ”
“If you’re having sex with multiple guys at the same time, won’t one of them be taking you there anyway?” Mac asked.
Lemon shrugged. “I’ve never had multiple boyfriends. I’ve only read about situations like these.”
They both glanced toward me. I gaped. “Why are you two looking at me?”
“You’re the one with all the boyfriends,” Mac said with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. “I think it depends on what the girl is into.”
Mac’s smile only grew. “And are you?”
“Am I what?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Into it?” Lemon said. Both her and Mac were staring, waiting for me to answer.
I scratched behind my ear with my nail as I thought about it. “I’ve never done that before, so I don’t know.”
“Would you be open to it?” Mac asked.
I shrugged. “Eventually, after being together for a while, yes.”
They both giggled and made catcalls at me.
I rolled my eyes and looked one last time in the mirror.
As I went to wipe the corner of my mouth where my dark red lipstick was smudged, something behind me in the mirror caught my eye.
Standing by the door were Wyatt and Roe.
I froze as I took in them staring at me.
Wyatt smiled as he stepped into the small room. “Not to be a cock-flopper and rush things, but are you ladies almost ready?”
His voice startled Mac and Lemon.
“What the heck, Wy!” Mac yelled at him. “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”
Wyatt’s smile turned into a smirk and that was answer enough.
I felt a slight twinge of embarrassment, but it quickly disappeared and I fixed my lipstick. “I still need to get my shoes on.” I turned to head out of the bathroom.
Roe’s and Wyatt’s eyes followed me as I walked by. I grabbed black platform ankle boots with five-inch heels and some socks. I sat on the bed and glanced toward my boyfriends. “Will one of you help me put these on?”
Roe came over and knelt in front of me. He looked good. They both did. Roe was wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and boots. Wyatt had on black jeans, a dark brown graphic T-shirt, and a thin jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up.
Roe’s lip piercing glinted in the light as he put on my socks and then slipped my boots on. After he was done, his hands slid up my legs over my black leggings until he reached the sides of my thighs. He stared at me. “You look pretty.”
I smiled and almost leaned down to kiss him. Then I remembered my lipstick and held myself back.
The girls came out of the bathroom looking gorgeous. Mac looked from Roe to me. “Are we ready? ’Cause I need a drink.”
I grabbed my bloodstone necklace from where I kept it on the bedside table and put it on. “I’m ready.”