Chapter 35
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
NOLA
“Stop staring at me,” I mutter to my best friend as she practically vibrates in her seat.
“I can’t.” She grins. “You two are just so damn cute!”
Sylas wraps his arms around me tighter, burying his face into my hair. I melt against him, loving every moment of his touch. I can’t get enough of them. It’s like I have to be touching one of them at all times.
They don’t seem to mind. Since yesterday, I’ve either been sitting on their laps, in their arms, or on their cocks. Honestly, life is pretty fucking perfect right now. Way better than I could have ever imagined.
They like to say they’re these big bad monsters, but other than their sexual preferences, they’re just big old teddy bears. Teddy bears that will kill you for just looking at me too long. But they’re nice to me, so that's all that matters.
I’m loving this side of them. They’re so different from the guys I’ve gotten to know from watching from afar.
It reminds me of the boys they used to be, before life swallowed them whole and tossed them into a messed-up world.
We’re sitting at one of the picnic tables having a bite to eat before our next class, with me sitting on Sylas’ lap.
After one of the most thrilling conversations of my life yesterday, we actually sat down and planned out how we’ll be shifting the attention of the Butterfly Killer over to the guy’s biggest rival, Roscoe Landry.
I didn’t know much about the guy until my men filled me in. I have no issue murdering women and pinning it on this guy. He sounds like a monster. He’s been known to brutally beat and rape women, some of them even ending up dead. He belongs in jail.
Yes, I know, I’m a hypocrite. Just weeks ago, I was out killing women who probably didn’t deserve it. But at least I didn’t torture them beforehand, I ended it as quickly as I could. And I didn’t violate their bodies in disgusting ways.
The worst thing I did was have a little bit of a dance party with Becky, but what's so wrong about a little bit of fun in the afterlife? I bet her ghost was watching every moment and loving it. I mean, hello? We were listening to Ashnikko.
“Give her to me,” Wesley demands, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Not until you get rid of that death stick,” Sylas argues.
“Nola doesn’t care about my smoking.” Wesley takes another drag. “Do you, Little Rabbit?”
“No.” I shrug. I’ve gotten used to the smell, kind of craving it when he’s around. It’s part of his scent, he wouldn’t be the same without it.
Jasper grabs my hips and pulls me out of Sylas’ hold while the other two argue. “Hi.” I grin up at him, this giddy feeling swirling around in my belly.
He glares down at me, and if anyone were walking by, they would think he hated me, that he was thinking about all the ways he’d want to kill me.
But they don’t know my man like I do.
He says nothing, grasping my face roughly as he places a hard kiss on my lips. I moan into his mouth, my core growing slick as I feel his cock harden under my ass.
While every time we fuck isn’t like the time in the cemetery, there is always a bite of pain. It’s dirty as hell.
And I love every second of it. Let’s be real, if I could have them inside me every moment of the day, I’d be in heaven.
When he pulls away, I’m panting heavily, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. “Mine,” he growls against my lips.
I’m grinning like a giddy schoolgirl as I shift my position so I’m sitting with my back to his front.
“Thought you two were about to fuck right here on the picnic table,” Callie giggles.
“We would have if I didn’t have to worry about someone recording us,” Jasper mutters.
Callie sighs. “I want this.”
“Want what?” Sylas asks.
“Someone to love me like you all love Nola.”
My eyes dart between the guys. They know I love them, but they haven’t said the words back. It’s okay, I can feel it when we’re together. I don’t need to hear the words. They’re not the kind of guys who express love in simple words anyway.
“You literally have me,” Garrett says from where he’s sitting next to her.
“No, she doesn’t.” Sylas glares at him. “I said to leave my sister alone.”
“You can’t tell me what to do and who to date.” Callie glares at Sylas.
When Callie came home last night, Sylas blew up at her since I let it slip that she knew who I was this whole time and was pissed for not telling him.
I felt bad because I didn’t want to come between them. Seeing my best friend showing how important our friendship was to her by defending why she kept my secret made me love her even more.
He doesn’t like the fact that his baby sister was caught up in all this murdering business. He’s going to be in for one hell of a surprise when he finds out she has a bigger hard-on for it than I do.
He’s going to lose his shit even more when he finds out she wants to join the Brotherhood. But that's an issue for another day.
“Does that mean I have a chance?” Garrett asks, his face splitting into an excited grin.
Both Callie and Sylas turn their glares on him. “No,” they say in unison.
“You’re both mean,” Garrett mutters, pointing a fry at the siblings before aggressively taking a bite.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Callie turns her glare on me.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back my smile. “I thought we were geeking out about how adorable we are with the men who are obsessed with us,” I tease.
“That’s it. I think you all are gross and cheesy and wish you all nothing but misery,” she huffs, getting to her feet.
“Hey, don’t be like that.” I giggle. “I love you!” I shout as she storms away.
“I’ll make sure she's okay.” Garrett gets to his feet, shooting us a wink before he follows after.
“Get back here!” Sylas shouts.
Garrett chuckles, flipping us off, and jogs over to Callie.
“You really need to accept your sister and who she loves,” I tell Sylas.
He swings his gaze to me, his lips parting as he gapes at me. “She does not love him!” he protests. “She hates him. You saw it with your own eyes.”
“I see sexual tension, denial, and dodging the inevitable,” I argue, laughing at how worked up he's getting. “You’re such a cute, possessive big brother.”
“Cute.” He blinks at me. “Baby, I’m a stone-cold killer, I’m not cute.”
I shrug. “You are to me.”
“You take that back,” he growls, and I burst into giggles.
“She’s going to ruin our street cred,” Sylas sighs heavily.
I get off Jasper's lap, ready to take Sylas’ when Wesley snatches me and pulls me into his.
“Where do you think you’re going, Little Rabbit?” he growls, nipping at the shell of my ear.
My body flushes with arousal, my nipples pebbling against my bra. “Nowhere,” I breathe.
“That's right. Your place is here.” He sucks on my neck, making me moan.
“Let’s go,” Sylas says, gathering the trash.
“Where?” I ask, blinking my hazy eyes up at him. “My class isn’t for another half hour.”
“I know. That gives us time to pump you full of our cum before sending you off to class.” Sylas shoots me a wicked grin. His words have my core aching and my clit swelling with need.
“Let’s go.” I try to get up, but Wesley laughs at my eagerness, keeping me in his lap.
“Our perfect little cock slut,” he chuckles. “So impatient. I fucking love it.”
“You look amazing.” Mom smiles as I come down the stairs.
“Thanks.” I grin wide, unable to keep the smile off my face.
It’s been a week since the guys and I have officially gotten together. At least in the eyes of the people around us. We’ve been together since we were kids in my heart, and that's what really counts.
Since then, I haven’t left their side for more than a few hours while we're at school, or the guys are working.
Knowing I don’t need Skittles to go out there and follow them is bittersweet. I mean, I could have him keep following the guys. What if something happened to them and they needed help? I need to know where they’re at, right?
It makes me wonder, though. Since finding out that Garrett was put on stalker duties for me and that he’s known who I was pretty much from the start, who do the guys have watching me now?
Are they doing it themselves, or do they trust I can take care of myself and don’t need anyone watching over me?
Should I be this disappointed at the idea that maybe they’re not trailing me? Are they not as obsessed with me as I am with them?
I want a stalker, damn it!
“Nola, honey, are you okay?” Mom’s concerned voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry,” I huff out a laugh. “Isn’t this dress amazing?” I smile.
It’s a simple burgundy satin dress with a sweetheart pleated neckline and a corset fit for the waist. The lower half hugs my curves, and there's a slit down the side.
I feel sexy in this dress, the same way I did with the one from the masquerade party.
This time, there are no masks involved. I have a smokey eye shadow look that Callie came over earlier to do for me, with a deep red lipstick to match. They look great with my long, wavy curls hanging over my shoulder.
“Can I take a photo?” Mom asks, looking between my dad and me.
Dad chuckles. “Yes, love, you can take a photo this time.”
Dad is dressed in a suit. “Get together, you two,” Mom instructs with a beaming smile.
“You look stunning, Lola,” Dad compliments me, kissing the top of my head as he wraps his arm around me.
“Thank you.” I smile up at him, happy he’s my date for tonight.
Jasper’s parents are having a party tonight. It’s crazy to think that it’s been eight years since the last time I was there.
I’m both nervous and excited. It’s a little bittersweet knowing that we’re too old to play in the maze anymore. If I knew the last time I was there, it would be the last time we would have been able to do that. I’d have made sure we played a little longer.
Mom snaps a few photos before we leave.
“What are you doing?” Dad asks.
“Getting in the car.” I point to his car.
He chuckles. “They live a few blocks down the street. There’s no point. Plus, parking will be crazy. It’s easier to walk.”
“Walk?” I look down at my heels. “You’re joking, right?”
Dad grins and crouches down. “Climb on.”