Page 39 of Their Cruel Play
Fuck, I’m not usually the guy girls go to for comfort. I lift her in my arms and take her into the office across the hall, flipping on the light switch. I lower both of us to the leather couch.
She trembles against me and buries her head in my neck. I’m not sure where to put my hands or what to do. The fucker trapped her in the closet and told her he was going to rape her. He all but admitted it in front of us.
I run my hand down her back. “You did well.”
She laughs bitterly. “My stomach churned the whole time. I’m surprised I didn’t vomit all over them.”
I tip her face up to mine. Her wide brown eyes search mine, but she’s not crying.
“You definitely fed the gossip mill.” I rub my thumb along her jaw.
Her smile is small. “Yeah, that didn’t go according to plan. I should have stopped drinking.”
“We can’t stay back here long.” I glance toward the party. Even in here, the bass thumps. “I’m sure your ruin will be spread everywhere by the time we get back.”
She chuckles and plays with the button on my shirt. “I’m surprised they thought I was still a virgin.”
“It’s not like piercing your ears. No one knows unless they see you taking dick or you spill about it.” I massage her hip.
She sighs and rests her head on my shoulder. “It would be so much easier just to seclude ourselves back here.”
“Honestly, it would, but we have to go out there. We have to be present and show them they didn’t win.” My time is almost up. We need to show them we’re still in control.
She lifts her head and cups my jaw. “Thank you.”
She leans in and touches her lips to mine. I take over the kiss, testing her to see if she can meet my needs. Her lips open for me. She lets me take and take. When I break off the kiss, she looks up at me a little dazed.
“We need to get back.”
Harper
Caden keeps the drinks coming as I settle on the couch between him and Luke. I talk a little with Penny, but the girls wander away as the night grows later. They find other friends or guys to talk to until it’s just my guys and me on the couch.
Kenz has disappeared, probably with Brandon.
Caden keeps teasing that spot under my knee. It’s intense and pleasurable, but it’s not enough to push me over. I’m so ready to move onto the next part of our night.
I catch glimpses of Zach through the dark mass of people before me. Every time I see him, he’s watching me. Shivers race through me, and I’m not sure confessing my lack of a hymen was useful.
He doesn’t seem less interested. The alcohol mutes the fear.
If anything, I notice a lot more girls looking at my guys. Yeah, that was bound to happen sooner or later. The name calling will probably escalate. I’m just glad I don’t have P.E. this year. I’d hate to be in that locker room ever again.
Luke draws me onto his lap, guiding me to straddle his hips. His hands slide over my ass under my skirt.
“How do you feel, princess?”
I cup his face and stare into his icy eyes. Fuck it. I kiss him.
I’m beyond caring what anyone thinks. He draws me in close and takes over the kiss. I barely realize when he lifts me against him, and the noise of the party fades into nothing but strong footsteps and darkness.
I’m lost in a haze. Luke’s kiss consumes me. Lights turn on and a door closes. He sets me on my feet and backs away. I sway a little. I’m definitely buzzed, but I want this.
I want them.
“Strip, kitten.” Eli steps up behind me. His words brush over the nape of my neck and desire pools hot and heavy in my core. They’re all around me, hungry, waiting, anticipating. My breath catches.
The jersey slips over my head, followed by my t-shirt. My skirt flutters to the ground. I’m aware of the five sets of hungry eyes on me. They move with me, discarding their clothes until we’re all down to our underwear.
