Chapter 27 The Battle With War
The Battle With War
Caden
While I’m not happy about the constraints Luke puts on us, he does put on a good show. Fuck, my little nympho in the shower is my new favorite thing. Jack talking about fucking her. Shit, would watch.
Harper is pouting because Luke went to take a shower and left her on his desk. She unbraids her hair as she sits cross-legged on her bed. Eli’s in bed with his book. Jack works on his computer. I know he has us on one screen and on the other, he’s typing away.
Harper sighs as she runs her fingers through her wet hair. It’s past midnight, but none of us seem ready to go to sleep.
When I tap my finger on my desk, she looks up at me expectantly. I give her a half smile and her face softens. I’ve never had a girl look at me like Harper does. Like I’m a big teddy bear and not a ferocious beast hell-bent on making everyone pay for their transgressions.
She makes me lunch and doesn’t fuss when I manhandle her. In fact, I think she likes it when I manhandle her. Her big brown eyes look at the other screens where the other two are busy and mouths what?
I just wanted her attention. I don’t know what to do with it now that I’ve got it. Holding up a finger, I lift my phone, texting her directly.
Me:
Bored. Wanna play a game?
Her eyebrow lifts at me as she reads my message.
Harper:
What game?
Me:
Strip Rock, Paper, Scissors
She laughs, and Eli and Jack both look up at us for a second before returning to their work.
Harper:
You can’t make every game strip
Me:
Yes I can
Harper:
Besides, I have like 3 items on and you have 1
Me:
Your point?
She smothers a laugh and shakes her head.
Me:
Fine, winner owes the other a kiss on Monday
Not a peck, but a no-holds-barred kiss
Harper:
Best two out of three?
Me:
Sounds good. Prepare to go down, Davidson
Harper:
Bring it, Ross
She sets her phone to the side and puts her hands into the classic rock, paper, scissors position: left hand flat with right hand fisted above it.
I put my hands in the position and nod to indicate we’re starting. I tap my fist against my hand to the beat of rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
I throw rock and she throws paper. She holds her arms up in the air in victory. I’m not minding her victory as her breasts shift beneath her camisole and her midriff shows. I can’t wait to get my hands on her bare skin.
Harper mouths again.
We tap our hands and both throw paper. I give her a smile and fist my hand. She follows, and we do it again. This time we both throw rock.
I lift my eyebrows. She narrows her eyes. But then we fist our hands and start again.
I chose scissors and she throws paper. I smirk at her.
She shakes her head and fists her hand. We do it again, and she throws rock and I throw paper.
Chuckling, I reach for my phone.
Me:
I win, little nympho
Harper:
Technically, we win either way, right?
Glancing up, she winks at me.
Me:
Can’t wait to move those boundaries. To play with you more
Her eyes widen and she bites her lip as she reads my message. Is she wanting to play with me too? Fuck, I hope so, because I need that pussy in my life and Harper is a fucking bonus to it.
Me:
You ever sexted, little nympho?
She shakes her head.
Me:
Want to practice?
I raise my eyebrow. She glances around the screen again, but both Eli and Jack are still busy. Luke is probably jerking it in the shower after holding back while having Harper touch herself. He didn’t let her play though.
Asshole.
She hasn’t masturbated. He told us that, but damn, I could have watched that for hours. The only thing better than watching her get herself off would be me getting her off. Because I seriously want to get Harper off. With my fingers. With my tongue. With my cock.
Harper:
I don’t think we should
Me:
Why not? Scared?
Harper:
No, but it seems like a first, and after the way you guys acted this morning with Luke and me sleeping together, I figure I should save my firsts for all of you
She gives me a sad face, and I give her a half smile.
Me:
Fine
But just so you know, I’d watch Jack slide his cock in and out of your wet pussy any day of the week
She blushes.
Me:
While watching, I’d prefer you to be sucking my cock, while he takes you from behind
Then we can switch and I can slip my hard cock into your tight wet pussy while Jack takes your sweet mouth
Harper:
Caden!
Me:
What? You aren’t participating
I glance up at her and wink.
Me:
Then, when you’re soaking wet, I’ll stand with you wrapped around me. My cock buried in your cunt
Jack will come up behind you and ease his cock into your tight asshole
We’ll take turns driving in and out of you until you come so hard you drench both our cocks in your juices
She sets her phone face down on the bed. Her face is red as she glares at me. It’s kind of ruined by her dilated eyes and her heaving breasts. I chuckle.
Me:
Want to watch me get off or should I go use the shower like Luke?
I jerk my head toward her phone. She shakes her head.
“Come on, little nympho. Aren’t you curious?” My voice attracts the attention of Eli and Jack. Luke drops into view with his hair standing up and his chest bare.
Harper bites her lip. “No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are. Maybe I should read aloud what I wrote to you.” I lift my phone and scroll back. “That way, the guys can decide whether you should read what I last wrote.”
She glares at me and lifts her phone. She reads my text. “Use the shower.”
I smirk. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”
“Read his texts, princess.”
Harper balks at Luke’s voice.
“Out loud.”
“Fuck,” she whispers. “Fine.” She glares at me one more time. “Caden. Bored. Wanna play a game?”
“Too far back, little nympho.” I lean back on my elbows. My hard cock strains against my boxers. “Start with ‘I’d watch Jack slide his cock in and out of your wet pussy any day of the week.’”
She presses her lips together and those angry eyes focus on me.
“Then I said, ‘While watching, I’d prefer you to be sucking my cock, while he takes you from behind.’ Do you want to continue from there?
Or should I keep going?” I chuckle at the daggers her eyes throw at me.
“‘Then we can switch and I can slip my hard cock into your tight, wet pussy while Jack takes your sweet mouth.’ At that point, you cried out my name—”
“I did not. I was trying to get you to stop.”
“So I said, ‘Then when you’re soaking wet, I’ll stand with you wrapped around me. My cock buried in your cunt. Jack will come up behind you and ease his cock into your tight asshole. We’ll take turns driving in and out of you until you come so hard you drench both our cocks in your juices.’”
Her dark eyes flash murder at me, and I revel in it. I’m not a teddy bear. I’m fucking War.
“She almost didn’t read my question of whether she wanted to watch me stroke it or if I should use the shower, but you answered, didn’t you, little nympho?
” I scratch beside my lips. “Though I’m guessing you actually would have liked to watch me again, but I’ll take you at your word.
” I stand. “Oh, and don’t forget about our kiss on Monday.
I guarantee it will be downright filthy. ”
Harper
I watch Caden the asshole walk offscreen.
Fucker. I knew better than to put my trust in any of these assholes, but I got sucked in by his poor little rich boy act.
That sweet kiss on Thursday meant nothing.
It’s a reminder that they’re toying with me.
The only reason they want me is because I’m the last and they’ll do anything to push the boundaries until I have nothing left to give them.
His words coated me in heat and swamped me with desire. He left me here with the other horsemen still watching me.
“I’m game,” Jack says, throwing me a wink. That’s all I am to them. Holes to use.
Fucker.
Luke watches me carefully, like he’s trying to dissect my every mood. Well, fuck him, I’m not a fucking science experiment. I’m more than a sex object too.
I get up and go into the bathroom. I need a break from them before I go off and get myself more punishment.
Taking my time, I braid my hair into side braids and use the facilities, which I wasn’t about to do with the computer in the bathroom. I have some boundaries no matter what they claim. I’m not theirs.
I cross to my bed, pull down the covers, and climb underneath. Luke’s scent wafts up, but I ignore that spark it lights within me. Without glancing at the screen once, I pick up my book and read.
I get a page in before Luke clears his throat. I almost chuck my book at the screen. Of course he can’t leave it alone. Instead, I put it down on my lap and turn to meet Luke’s eyes.
“Does talking about sex or the idea of sex embarrass you, princess?” Luke’s eyes search mine.
I’m not sure what he’ll find over video. Besides, there’s not really a reason to lie. Though it may give them ammunition to use against me in the future.
I stop to think about it. “What he wrote about the act.”
“Did it turn you on? Reading it? Hearing him say it out loud?”
Eli’s gaze lifts from his book and meets mine. Why does this always feel like therapy sessions? Like they’re trying to dissect me and get me over my perceived hang-ups. These boys go too fast for me to keep up with.
“Yes, it turned me on.”
“Reading or—”
“Both. They both turned me on. Not that I can do anything about it,” I add bitterly. Touching myself in the shower, I’m sure I could have gotten myself off.
“Of course you can, princess. Just say the word and we’ll come over and make sure you come as often as you like.”
My mouth opens and closes like a fish. Not exactly what I want, but I could imagine them willingly coming over to get me off. Unfortunately, I imagine they’ll expect the same in return. Would they stop with just hands? Or would they keep pushing me until I give in?
And then what? What do they do once they get their prize? Do they become assholes again? Do they just keep taking from me?
“I’m good,” I finally get out. No need for horsemen to infiltrate my room and get me off, however they plan to do it.
“Of course you are, kitten.” Eli sets his book to the side. “You’ve never even had an orgasm, so you don’t know what you’re missing.”
His dark eyes take in my hardened nipples beneath my camisole. A pull reaches inside me and grabs the strings of desire they’ve worked so hard to build up. Just a word or a look is enough to make me want more.
“I’d prefer to go slow,” I bite out. I’d prefer to find a way off this crazy ride, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen.
“Until you don’t.” Luke smirks.
“Meaning?”
“The first day we kissed, had we been anywhere but at school, we could be past this beginning part. We could be buried inside you as often as we want. And believe me, princess, we want and often.”
I press my thighs together at the ache welling between them.
“We own you. And if we want to tell you, in detail, what we want to do to you, you’ll listen. Have you thought about how it will be that first time, Harper?” Luke’s voice spins around me like it always does, weaving his web until I’m helpless to resist him.
“All four of us touching your body. Playing with your breasts. Sucking on your nipples. Our fingers between your thighs, parting you, entering you, stroking you. Our lips on yours, fucking your mouth with our tongues while our fingers and tongues fuck your pussy, until you are so dripping wet our cocks will slide into you over and over again, until you scream our names from coming so fucking hard.”
Swallowing, I look down at my hands. I can imagine it. I’ve thought about it. It terrifies me how badly I want it. Want them. It shouldn’t be this easy for them. They’ve stormed into my life and decided I’m theirs.
They own me.
With no consideration for what I want. Want to stay a virgin until college? Nah, we have a scorecard to check off and you’re the last box we need to tick. And this will be no simple tick. Not just one guy. No, I have to take four because they say so.
Because they’ve decreed it without a single thought about who I am or what I want.
Can they make me want them? Yes. Who doesn’t want the guys who rule the school to notice them and want them? But they don’t give a shit that it’s me, Harper Davidson.
I’m just holes to fill for them.
I turn away from the camera and turn off the light in my room. They can stare at the back of my head for all I care. They want to own me for the year and control my every movement.
But they only care about my body, and that might be enough for me to hold back that horny bitch inside me because even she has standards. They want a placid little doll they can fuck. I wanted to make it through senior year without them.
None of us are going to get what we want.