Chapter Thirteen
Captain Floof's entire demeanor changes the instant he hears Wests' voice. Gone is the giant cuddly bear I had spent the night with. In his place is a playful puppy, great booming barks echoing from his chest as he bounds this way and that, always heading towards the car but not in a direct line. His tail is whipping like a helicopter, and his fur is bouncing with his playful lunges.
West opens his door and crouches down for Captain Floof to barge into him. I am frozen, mouth agape, as I witness something I never thought I would. West is smiling . Not the wicked side smirk he often seems to have reserved for me, but an actual, wide, eye-crinkling, face-changing s mile . I am in awe at the change such a simple facial expression can have. A small dimple has appeared on his cheek and his teeth are white and straight.
If I thought his cold and calculated look was hot, then this … I had no words to describe how utterly and impossibly gorgeous this young man was .
Scratching Captain's ears, West glances up at me. Instantly he is scowling, eyebrows puckered near the bridge of his nose.
"What?" he demands.
I give myself a mental shake and force myself to appear casual and not at all shaken by his sudden change in character, not to mention my body's unforgivable reaction to it.
"You had a bit of something on your face," I say. "I think it was a smile?" I add sweetly, letting myself grin in what I hope is mocking, though it feels gentler.
West grunts. He whistles, and Captain Floof jumps past him and into the Mustang, making himself at home on the pristine leather passenger seat. Traitor! West lowers himself in next, closes the door, and looks me over.
"Get in," he demands.
"Excuse me?"
He rolls his eyes. "I said, get in. You want a ride to school or not?"
Captain Floof is watching me from the passenger seat, tongue lolling and tail lazily flapping.
I clear my throat. "Trent is picking me up." I mean, I think he is picking me up. I haven't heard from him since yesterday when he abandoned me in the car park for the Dukes' to play with. Oh boy, did I have words for him.
"He's not," West says, hitching an eyebrow up. "I was coming to get you this morning anyway. Chaos just happened to be an unexpected side effect."
I scowl and look at my feet, considering my options. I could call Trent, and tell him there had been a change in plans and that I would, in fact, be needing a ride. I could call East, but no doubt her driver is under strict instructions from West to decline my request. An Uber was an option, but how long would it take for one to reach Double Bay? Because hell no would there be a local Uber driver. I am loathe to ask Mr. and Mrs. Deeptol. They have jobs enough as it is.
Captain Floof lets out a deep woof, and my eyes shoot up. He has moved into the back seat and is staring at me like, ' What are you doing? Just get in the car so I can lick your face.’
I can't help but smile at the big dufus. "Ah, fuck it." I grab my bag and race around the car, trailing my fingers along the deep blue hood. Cars were so not my thing, but I knew what a handsome car looked like, and this was it .
West
My cock has been painfully hard since yesterday. I could almost still smell her sweet pussy juices on my fingers. Hell, the sweet and spicy scent that is all her is cloying at my senses as she sits beside me in the car.
Frustrated, both sexually and not, I slam my foot down on the accelerator before she has buckled her seatbelt. She shrieks, arms pinwheeling to grab onto something solid as if her fucking life depends on it. One of those solid somethings being my upper arm. I tense impossibly more as her fingers dig sharply into my muscles. How I craved to have her gripping me exactly like this, but from beneath me with my cock deep inside her cunt and my name on her lips.
Fuck!
Roe hastily removes her hand, muttering something about impatient assholes . With her seatbelt finally clicked in, she relaxed back into her seat, eyes roaming over the interior of my Mustang, subconsciously nodding with approval .
Coming to the end of the driveway, I take a quick peek and see that the road is empty before putting my foot down again and skidding onto the road.
"Fuck ya!" Roe screams, gripping the 'oh shit' handle. "Do you always drive like this?"
I smirk but don't deign to answer her. There are only three things that can keep me grounded and make me feel in c ontrol : driving fast, football, and sex. Seeing as the last two are currently off the table, testing my car's limits it was.
My smirk turns to a scowl as Chaos leans forward and gives Roes' cheek a sloppy kiss, then rests his head on her shoulder.
"He's a terrible driver, hey Captain Floof?" she says, petting him gently above his eyes.
"The fuck you just call my dog?" I look at her and Chaos out of the corner of my eye. He is a fucking traitor of a dog, that is for sure. The only people he has ever shown this much affection to are East and myself. Everyone else either receives indifference, like Law and Brett, both of whom have tried their darndest to receive some loving from him, or wary aggression, like my father .
"I'm so glad you bought this up, actually," Roe says, turning her body to face me fully. "What in the hell kind of name is C haos ?"
I scoff, "Well, it sure as shit sounds better than Captain Floof . That makes him sound like a fucking teddy bear!"
"Not like Chaos is much better! Do you want people to think he is a feral beast?" she turns back to face the front. "Forget I ask that. It is extremely obvious that that is exactly what you want people to think."
She is halfway there. I mean, I was 15 when I bought him, and at that age, all I wanted to do was impress, impress, impress; my father, the remaining Elder Dukes why not name it after himself to compensate for the tiny size of his penis. I knew of the franchise, of course. Mazzuchelli's was the biggest, most exotic, and expensive hotel franchise in Australia. Not that I had ever had the pleasure of visiting one.
"I used to dumpster dive at the one in Perth," I say. West looks at me like I am crazy. "Don't look at me like that, Mr. My-Daddy-Owns-a-Big-Business! I was homeless, and they had the best pickings! They only served the best in their fancy-ass restaurant, which meant their bins were full of food that was not only edible but also fresh! Anything slightly burnt was chucked. Bread, cake, biscuits, bacon, hell even chicken and steak that looked a little too charred to serve to the pretty rich people. My friends and I used to joke that they could open a homeless shelter with all the goods they got rid of so carelessly."
I wait for West to laugh in my face or scold me for stealing from his family because, hey, guilty as charged. What he does say instead shocks me.
"That's actually a great idea." He rolls his eyes at my gaping mouth. "What? You don't think I have a heart?"
"Well, no, actually," I scoff. "You are still you at the end of the day. I thought opening a stripper's lounge would be more your style."
"That's Laws family's specialty, actually," he smirks.
I groan. "I am completely unsurprised by that."
We are silent as we roll into the school parking lot. West screeches to a stop in his usual spot and turns off the engine.
"What about Brett?" I ask.
"What about him?"
"What does his family do?"
He stares at me. His stupidly beautiful eyes weredoing horribly pleasant things to my stomach .
"I don't think you are ready to hear that story," he finally says before climbing from the car.
I blink. "Well, that's not ominous at all," I whisper to myself, undoing my seatbelt and collecting my bag.
The door opens before I can get to it, and there's West, holding it open like the so not gentleman he is. Brett and Law are standing a few paces away, a set of stunning Asian twins hanging off Law. Holly and Sherry are also standing with them, hands on their hips and identical scowls on their faces.
I smirk. Guess it's not every day Baby Duke not only arrives at school with a girl in his car but also takes the time to open the car door for her? Oh ho, the jealousy is so thick in the air I can taste it. It tastes fantastic.
Keeping eye contact with the girls, I lean into West, shimmying my way between him and the still-open car door at my back. The feel of his body against mine is enough to make my pussy clench and, if I am not mistaken, I do believe West's stiffening cock might have twitched against my belly.
I turn my gaze to him and run my hands along his chest.
"Thanks for the ride, Baby Duke," I say huskily. Loudly.
I hear twin scoffs from the blondes but ignore them, once again drowning in West's eyes. I freeze. The way he is looking down at me… hell, he wants to own my body. Completely and thoroughly. My breath stutters at the promise in his eyes.
"You’re drooling, Princess," he says.
I push away from him. "Whatever."
"Baby girl, you look absolutely exquisite this morning," Law hollers, sliding out from between the twins. "Please tell me you have reserved some of whatever that was for yours truly?" He holds his arms out wide as if expecting me to run into his arms for a good old snuggle.
"Keep it in your pants, Law," I say, petting him on the shoulder as I pass. And what a firm shoulder it is. "Good morning, Brett."
Brett, ever silent and serious, just nods as I pass.
My skin prickles in excitement as I walk through the halls, my eyes catching on the locker from yesterday afternoon. I bite my lips as I continue, holding back the secret smile that threatens to split my face in two. As I make my way past gossiping students, I realize that everyone is watching me. I make eye contact with a few people, who instantly turn their backs on me.
Assuming everyone is just scandalized over my walk of absolute no shame yesterday, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and continue on .
I spy Trent as he hurries towards me, eyes wide and alert.
"What is it?" I demand as he reaches me.
"I, uh…" he stutters.
"Well? Spit it out?"
He looks down at his hands, where a stack of papers I hadn't noticed before sits. I grab the one off the top and flip it around.
My stomach plummets to the floor. Hell, it digs itself beneath the floor until it is six feet under.
It's a photo of me. A shitty, blown-up, and blurred photo, but it is definitely me. And West. And Law and Brett. My leg is notched up in Law's grip, my hands high above my head as Brett holds me firm. West is there, knuckles deep inside of me. And my face. My face has been captured right at that moment of time-shattering bliss. My lips are parted, my eyebrows pinched, and my head thrown back. But my eyes are glued to his. West's.
I scrunch the paper up immediately.
"Where did you get this?" I whisper.
Trent clears his throat. "They're everywhere. Taped to lockers, doors, and windows. Roe, I am so sorry. I have gotten as many as I could, but there are just too many. I don't know how many I have missed. "
I feel violated. Sick. This is how I should have felt after the incident occurred yesterday, but my hussy body was blissed out, completely sated and satisfied. I had even heard the closing of a door after it had happened. Why the fuck hadn't I looked for the person who'd witnessed it? The person who had photographed me at such a personal moment.
I swallow down the bile in my throat. I can't show my weakness in front of these people. These spoilt children .
"Roe? Are you ok?" Trent asks, resting a shaking hand on my shoulder.
"The fuck is this?" an imposing voice booms from behind me. I don't need to turn. I know who it is. I know what he is seeing. But I turn anyway. I turn and face the monster with the face of an angel. The bully who just this morning tricked me into believing he had a heart.
He is holding a page in his hand, his fist slowly crumpling it as his anger practically vibrates the air around him. Brett and Law, his ever-present shadows, stand at his shoulders, wearing equal measures of anger.
I step towards them.
"You did this," I whisper. The hall is silent, so I know they heard me, but I repeat myself anyway, hysteria creeping into my tone. "You did this! "
Law shakes his head like a desperate puppy. Brett's scowl softens. But West. He just stares back and says nothing.
"You're a right, fucking jerk, you know that?" I scream. "A grade-A asshole!" I stab my finger at his chest. "Daddy would be so fucking proud."
He flinches, but I feel no satisfaction. Hell, I want to slap him across his stupid face and leave my hand imprinted on his sharp cheek for hours. I am ready to do it, too, but a commanding voice cuts through the painful silence.
"Roe."
He does not yell. He doesn't need to.
I turn to Mr. Foster, who is standing at his classroom door. He tilts his head, the message loud and clear. Come .
Fuming, I turn back to stare down West for another moment before relenting and stomping past the teacher and into his room.
"Argh!" I screech once the door has clicked closed behind us. I throw my bag against the floor and kick a table in my fiery passion.
A warm hand lands on my shoulder, and I freeze, chest heaving.
"Roe," Mr. Foster says. "Are you ok? "
Refusing to meet his searching gaze, I keep my eyes down, furiously swiping at the few tears that have managed to breach my eyelids.
"No," I say stiffly.
Mr. Foster sighs heavily. "Come sit by my desk."
He squeezes my shoulder gently before heading to his desk. I take a moment to gather myself before grabbing a seat and dragging it to sit opposite him. I fall ungracefully into the seat and fold my arms across my belly, an insecure attempt to shield myself.
Mr. Foster grabs his bag from the floor and places it gently onto the desk. He removes his laptop as I watch him in silence. Next, he pulls out a lunch box. Opening it, he looks up at me and pulls out some sort of chocolate cake.
"Brownie?" he offers, holding it out.
I eye the cake. "Unless it’s a weed brownie, I'm not interested." Lies. Give me the fucking cake.
Mr. Foster looks back to the door as if to confirm we are, in fact, still alone. His gaze slides back to mine and he smirks, his face turning boyish and sly. "Like I said, would you like a brownie, Roe?"
My mouth pops open. Is he saying it is a weed brownie? Hell, who cares if it is or isn’t? It’s fucking chocolate, and my body needs some sugary emotional support right now .
I snatch the slice from his hand and take a very un-lady-like bite. Holy mother of chocolate titties! I groan. "This is the best thing I have ever tasted," I groan, eyes shuttering closed. When I open them a moment later, Mr. Foster is watching me intensely, all hints of his softened face disappearing under the sudden sharpening of his features. He looks furious, almost. A nerve in his sharp cheekbones ticks incessantly. I gulp my mouthful down.
"Uh, Sir? Is everything ok?" Hell, if he didn’t want me to eat the damn brownie so badly, he shouldn’t have offered it in the first place.
He blinks, eyes softening to their familiar warmth. "Everything is fine, Roe. I apologize. You just have some chocolate by your lips. Here," he reaches forward as if to wipe it off with his fingers. Slightly uncomfortable and 100% embarrassed, I hurry to raise my own hand and wipe my mouth.
"That's ok, Sir. I'm bound to make more of a mess before I'm finished anyway." I take another ungodly mouthful, knowing full well I have smudged it around my mouth again. I smile at him through the chocolaty goodness.
Mr. Foster, who had dropped his hand hastily, blushes and awkwardly shuffles some paperwork on the side of his desk .
We sit in silence for a moment as I polish off the brownie in record time, my limbs feeling weightless as my mind calms and wonders. Yeah, there was definitely marijuana in that slice. Good shit, too, if my current state is anything to go by.
"Was it consensual?"
I stiffen, my high easing somewhat at his words. I know what he is talking about and it is not the photo. I play dumb.
"Did I consent to have my photo taken during such an intimate moment? No," I say, brushing crumbs from my uniform.
"Video," he says.
"What?" my heart stutters. "There’s a video too?"
Mr. Foster stiffens. "I apologize. I do not know for sure if there is a video circulating as well, but the quality of the photo tells me it is a screenshot, not an original photo. I can't see why the person who's spreading these images of you would use a bad-quality screenshot over an original."
My stomach is in knots all over again; my high completely evaporated. Someone recorded me. Someone made a video of me getting finger fucked by Baby Duke while the other two had their hands on me. A video is so much worse than a photo .
Before I can say anything, the door slams open, and a furious East storms in.
"I'm going to rip their tits off!" she seethes.
"It could have been a guy, E." A slender, athletically built boy follows close behind East. He carries a drink tray with three Styrofoam cups. His fingernails, I notice, are painted pitch black, and his eyes are shadowed with a thin layer of black eyeliner. His left eyebrow is pierced as well as the bottom corner of his lip.
"Then I will rip their balls off!" East frowns.
Reaching me, she grabs my hand and pulls me unceremoniously to my feet. "Mr. Foster," she says without looking at him, tugging me along.
When she pauses to grab my bag from where I had thrown it earlier, I take a second to look back at Mr. Foster's easy smile and raised eyebrows.
"Thank you, Sir," I say over my shoulder. "For… well, everything."
He nods, smile in place. "I'll see you in class, Ms. Nixon."
East storms at an unforgivable pace, which I am forced to match. The cute emo boy follows a few steps behind.
The cafeteria is mostly empty, seeing as classes are about to start, though a few people linger at the coffee shop. We stop at the table that we had seemingly dubbed ours and I plonk into my seat with a deep sigh.
East stares at me, mouth opening and closing as she goes to say something, then thinks better of it. In the end, she just growls something indiscernible and puts her face in her hands.
The emo boy clears his throat at this. "I'm Felix," he says, holding out his hand to shake with a kind smile.
I shake his offered hand with a smile of my own and go to introduce myself back to him when he cuts me off.
"No need. I know all about you, Roe Nixon. The feisty new girl who likes picking fights with the Dukes. With the face of an angel, the temper of a demon, and the body of a siren, you, Roe Nixon, are the talk of the school."
I blush under his scrutiny and compliments. "Good to know my reputation proceeds me," I say with a wink. "So, Felix, why has it taken so long for us to meet?"
"I was on holiday with the 'rents and they decided to stay a few extra days, soak up the Fijian sun a little longer, you know?"
I snort. "Nope, I do not know. I have never been overseas."
"Girl, E and I are planning a world tour after she graduates, and you are on the guest list! "
"As long as you take me to Disney Land, I’m all yours," I smile, reaching for one of the coffees that have been sitting forgotten on the table in front of us.
East breaks her silence with a short laugh. "You have got three Dukes following you around like lost puppies, and you want to claim another guy? Not going to happen, sister." She takes a sip of her bitter brew. "Besides, Felix is gay."
Not really surprised in the least, I hook my arm through Felix's. "All the more reason to keep him," I say with a grin, pulling him close.
Felix soaks up the love. "E's just jealous," he says with a wink. "Don't worry, Easterly, you're still my number one girl."
East rolls her eyes. "Enough chit-chat. Why the fuck are there photos going around of you being finger banged by my brother?" she gags. "And why the fuck was he finger-banging you in the first place?"
Felix groans. "To be finger banged by a Duke…" he sighs dreamily.
I snort out a laugh.
"None of them are gay, Felix," East says with a smirk.
"Shoosh, girl, let me dream!"
I lean in close. "He was rather good at it," I whisper .
East and Felix groan in unison; one in disgust, one in desire.
"Ew! That is my brother we are talking about!"
Felix and I giggle, clutching each other close.
I sober up quickly, though. "I don’t know who took the photo. Or video, rather."
"Bitch, say what?" East exclaims, mouth agape and eyes wide.
"There's a video too?" Felix asks, his features arranged similarly to East’s.
I sigh and scrub at my eyes. "Mr. Foster had a theory. A logical one at that."
I tell them about what the teacher and I had discussed, both look worriedly at each other.
"This isn't good, Roe," East says, biting her lip.
"No shit," I laugh humorlessly. Someone has a fucking video of me with my legs spread.
"She’s right, Roe," Felix adds. "They, whoever it is, have leverage now. They could blackmail you or some shit."
The siren rings at this moment, but I am stuck in my own head. What the fuck have the Dukes gotten me into?