Chapter 40
The Trap
Luke
Slow isn’t working for me. Not when every day our girl chooses to torment us with flashes of skin and color on her already gorgeous lips. It makes me want to escalate things and soon, but I know I shouldn’t.
It’s a matter of control and I’m supposed to have it, but Harper shreds it. Every time we kiss, I need more from her. Yesterday in her room, when I had her spread on my lap, I could have eased my cock into her and she wouldn’t have complained.
I’m not sure how well that would have gone over with the guys, given our plans, but at least one more boundary would be gone. The biggest one, her virginity.
I glance up at the clock. It’s almost the end of third period. Almost time for lunch, and I don’t have a plan. Our girl is frying my brain. And I’m not the only one feeling the effects.
The other guys feel it too. We need a plan for this weekend. We need to make her ours fully. She’s had enough time to adjust to us. She’s amped up for us too.
I need to punish her and make her walk around in that short skirt without her panties on. Or I can give her another choice. A more pleasurable option, or take something away.
The bell rings. I grab Eli on the way to the cafeteria. “We need to punish her.”
“Fuck, man. She hasn’t done anything wrong.” Eli shakes his head, but he gives me a sly smile. “I’m all for punishing her, but she has to disobey us.”
“Then let’s find something she’ll refuse to do.” I rub my hands together.
“Cafeteria?” Eli nods down the hall.
Harper hates the cafeteria. She hasn’t been in it all week. She’s always spooked as hell to even enter it. It’ll be perfect to catch her disobeying.
“What’s the plan?” Eli asks as we head for our table.
Those who sat near our table scatter. By the time we’re all seated, more people will be in the cafeteria knowing that the horsemen and their girl will be in attendance. They haven’t had a show all week. But today…
Caden and Jack follow our girl in, their eyes focused on her ass in that small skirt. She’s gone from invisible to a fucking tease.
“I don’t have a plan yet.” I watch her, waiting for her to meet my eyes. Those brown eyes lift to mine. I can’t resist smiling at her, and she hesitates with her next step. Her eyes widen. Not so cocky now. Caden doesn’t stop. He wraps his arm around her to bring her to our table.
She’s been so obedient. So careful not to get punished, especially after Monday.
Caden sits beside me and tugs Harper down on his lap. She starts to move to the side, but he holds her hips.
“Stay.”
She glances over her shoulder at him and that defiance flashes in her eyes for a hot second before she shrugs. She takes out two sandwiches and two bags of chips and scoots one set toward Caden.
“Thanks, little nympho.”
Eli offers Harper an apple. She takes it and glances at me. Her eyebrow goes up, as if she’s trying to figure out what I’m searching for. Can she tell how much I want and need to punish her?
Jack sits back and watches all of us like we’re a play put on for his amusement. I glance around the cafeteria. Most people are chatting quietly while everyone tries to keep an eye on our table without being too obvious.
I have to decide whether or not I want to put on a show. I’m all for punishing Harper, but it’s also nice that she seems more comfortable with us. We just got that back. I don’t want to break the trust that’s building.
The guys and I talk about the game tomorrow. Eli glances over at me now and then, probably wondering what I plan to do. The problem is I don’t want Harper uncomfortable because of all the people watching. I want to push her comfort levels with us and only us.
Which means Plan B: get rid of the grounding myth.
Lunchtime is almost over when I say to Jack, “Take Harper home after school.”
Jack grins like he’s won a prize.
“After practice, we’re meeting at Caden’s house.”
Harper looks over at me, trying to seem uninterested.
“Sorry, princess, you’ll have to sit this one out since you’re grounded.” I give her a smile and look at the table of girls near us who are all trying to get our attention. The few I allowed to sit with us on Tuesday keep looking over here longingly. “Though you could help us out.”
Eli’s brow raises as he follows my gaze.
“Since you’re detained this weekend, you can choose a girl from that table to take your place.” I steeple my fingers against my lips and gesture toward the table of willing females. “Any of them can do what we require of you. Since we won’t be putting our cocks in their cunts.”
Harper’s eyes flare as she looks over at the girls. “And what exactly would you have me do?”
I lean my elbows on the table and stare into her eyes. “Things we can’t do at school. Things you should get more comfortable with. Things any of those girls would willingly do for us.”
I don’t look at the guys. They don’t know this is a bluff. Harper won’t want another girl touching us. She likes having us to herself. I’ve seen the jealousy in her eyes when she mentioned the girls at our table.
But I want the lie of her grounding gone. I don’t want to wait over a week to have her on her knees before me.
“Only me. That’s what you swore.” She leans in, giving up any pretense of the mild little virgin. “You won’t touch or fuck another girl.”
“But you took yourself off the field when you got grounded. So you can send in a substitute.” I look over at the table of girls. “Don’t worry, we’ll just play a nice game of spin the bottle, but we won’t be kissing each other’s mouths.”
Harper’s lips purse and her cheeks redden, but I know it’s that temper she keeps in check. That bit of defiance she tries so hard to fight. So afraid to get punished. Probably because she likes my hand on her ass.
She glances over at the table and, as if the girls know we’re talking about them, they all turn to face us. They look like hungry she-wolves as they take us in.
“Fuck no. It’s against the rules.” Harper tries to stand, but Caden holds her hips down on his lap. “If you do this, I’m out. One hundred percent. You can pick one of them yourself to be your little fuck toy.”
“Then show me your texts with your mother.” I hold out my hand calmly.
Her fingers curl around her phone, pulling it toward her. Her gaze drops to it and she bites her lip.
“Kitten.”
Her head jerks up and she meets Eli’s eyes as he shakes his head. She stops biting her lip.
“Shit,” she says under her breath.
“Either show me the texts from your mother about being grounded or be punished.” I put my hand down and glance at Eli. That bastard looks smug. I’ll have to ask him about that later. “Five, four—”
“Fine.” She stands, and I figure she’s going to hand over her phone. “Punish me. You want my panties so every other guy in this school can try to get a look at my naughty bits, go right ahead.”
That was a little loud. Sure enough, guys are paying attention and checking out our girl.
If she wore this type of outfit before this year, she never would have made it to senior year as a virgin.
One of us would have claimed her, or some fucking lowlife would have snapped her up and had what’s ours.
“Would you like me to take them off here in front of everyone or would you rather corner me in a bathroom stall?” She arches her eyebrow at me and there isn’t an ounce of fear in her eyes.
A smile pulls at my lips slow and steady. She’s just told me her grounding is a lie. Her willingness to be punished is all the evidence I need.
I stand and approach her. She holds her ground until I crowd her into the wall. When I press against her and smell her sweet vanilla scent with that undercurrent of her arousal, I feel victory course through my veins.
I dip my head down so only she can hear me. “I have all the information I need, princess.”
Her fingers clench and she huffs out a breath. Her dark eyes snap up to mine. “I’m not picking out a whore for you to use.”
“I never wanted you to.” I put my hand around her neck and squeeze lightly. “You’re the only toy I want to play with, and tonight you’ll be joining us at Caden’s.”
Harper
Fuck. My. Life.
Eli warned me not to bite my lip, and I’ve been diligent not to do it in front of him. And Luke’s endgame was to get me to admit I wasn’t grounded after all. Sure, I never said I wasn’t, but the fact I was willing to take a punishment instead of showing him the texts was proof enough.
I’m fucked.
Jack is quiet on the way to my house. When we pull into the drive, he clears his throat.
“We wouldn’t have.”
My eyebrows furrow as I look at him. “What?”
“Fuck.” Jack presses his hands against the steering wheel. “We made a pact with you. None of us will touch another girl. We meant that shit. I meant it. I mean it. Right now, I swear to you even if Luke takes this game too far, I’m not down for that.”
Huh?
“He was bluffing the whole time anyway.” I shake my head. “He just wanted me to admit to not being grounded.”
“Don’t underestimate Luke. If he’s willing to bluff something, he will go through with it if push comes to shove.” Jack reaches over and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. “We’ve known since that first night you lied.”
“What? How?” Maybe Luke did install something on my phone.
“The shopping bags, sweetheart. Moms don’t generally let you go shopping for new clothes when you’re being punished.” Jack smirks.
Luke was in my room that night. The receipts and all the bags were right there for him to see. Jack knew what clothes I had already.
“Why did you guys go along with it then?” I’m so fucking confused when it comes to these guys.
“You needed time.” Jack slips his hand behind my neck and pulls me to him.
“Time to get used to the idea of you guys fucking me? I don’t think a week and a half is long enough.” I stare into his blue eyes as he focuses on my lips.
“Maybe.” His lips take mine, and I open up beneath him. I can’t seem to help myself. Kissing is still new and the way it makes me feel is indescribable.