"Ah, Zeke?" Oliver says with a chuckle.
"He's stubborn." Caine adds, "but he'll come around."
"Hold on." I cut in. "Are y’all holding open auditions for spots in our relationship?"
"No." Caine growls and it's the first look of jealousy I've seen yet. "Zeke is our brother and trust me Ma Petite, we see how you both look at each other."
"Or how you kiss each other." Oliver says with a smirk.
"I'm going to bed." I shake my head.
I can't think about these things right now, I already have enough shit going on. Besides, my body is worn out from the abundance of sex and my head is swimming with worries.
“Tomorrow is the last day of school before the holiday break, why don’t you go up and get some rest for tomorrow. Everything will work itself out.” Oliver wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple.
“Ma Petite,” Caine calls out as I turn to leave the kitchen. “We already feel like Zeke is one of us.”
I don’t know why his saying that calms my swirling stomach, Zeke doesn’t want any part of this.
I hate this fucking house. I hate everyone that’s ever lived in it and that includes myself. Every room and every corridor reminds me of a childhood memory and none of them good. The front foyer, where I watched my father beat my mother for the first time, the family room, where I watched him fuck a woman that wasn’t my mother, and my room, where my mother laid a pillow over my face but then changed her mind. Just to name a few.
Walking through this house also reminds me of Kailey. She’s made memories in here too but I can’t seem to think of any right now. I can remember one of her running out of my pool house into the night when she caught Georgie and I fooling around. I can remember coming up here to the main house later and hearing my brother laughing along as a guy described her giving blowjobs in the forest.
I dragged Georgie back into that pool house and we lost our virginities that night. I was saving that for Kails but she ruined it by being a slut. Was she a slut then? I’m not sure. I grab my hair in both of my hands and pull. She says Lance and Justin defiled her, ruined her against her will. Did they? I don’t know.
Is she a slut now? Yes. She opens her legs and gives what’s rightfully mine to multiple guys each day. It was meant to be mine from day one and she so easily gave it away. But that’s what everyone around me does, they disappoint and they shatter any illusions I have about their decency. So, do I believe Justin and Lance raped Kail? I believe they were capable of it as is anyone else.
This house is a mess, I haven’t permitted the cleaning staff in here for the last three months and my parents won’t be around until I graduate. They’ll want to show face and then my mother will fly back to her boyfriend in the Caribbean somewhere and my father back to whichever mistress he chooses. When Justin was killed they came home and buried him. They told everyone there was a terrible car accident and disappeared again, leaving me here to parent myself.
No one but me has been here for three months and it works because every time my brothers come looking for me, the house looks deserted. Justin was the only one that shared my blood that cared. My only true family and he was killed because of the accusations made by a girl who loves to spread her legs.
My room is dark and cold, like me. I throw my sweater to the side and watch as it misses the chair and hits the floor in another messy heap. My room is a maze of messy heaps and I can’t bring myself to care.
It takes a lot of energy to care and since I misplaced my prescription, I don’t have the energy. Besides, I don’t even need it. I was only taking it to calm those around me and to maintain my position. If people knew what my diagnosis was, they would run in the other direction. I have a firm grip on the Monster and he’s not getting out unless I let him.
I lay on my bed and grab my phone. I open the app I’m looking for and suddenly Kails’ room is playing on my screen. It takes me a minute but finally I understand what I’m watching, Kails is being choked and fucked by none other than Mr. Ballon. I thought this was more Caine’s thing but I was wrong.
I watch as he tightens his hold on the strap around her neck and rethink everything I thought about him. I thought this one was the meek one, the one that stayed on the sidelines and didn’t disrupt the dynamic. I can admit when I’m wrong but this shit, this is aggressive and Kails looks nothing like a victim of rape. I watch as she comes on his dick all the while trying to fucking breathe.
I throw my phone to the side and slip my hand into my pants. The Monster is growling and scratching at my skin but I shove him back, Kails being fucked by one of her many men will never bother me. I let that girl go a long fucking time ago.
I stroke my cock and tip my head back at the sensation. I can’t help it, I envision Kails riding me and moaning as I stretch her wide. She’s been my only fantasy from the very first time I popped a boner. Seventh year, my birthday pool party. She walked out of my house in a white bikini and my dick decided she was what he wanted.
Now as I leisurely stroke my cock, I envision her sinking down on top of me, her pussy so wet and the juices running down over my balls. She arches her back and her hair brushes my thighs as she begins to move. Small rotations of her hips, my hands grabbing her tits, and her moans sounding throughout my room.
She picks up the pace, my balls saturated in her wetness, and her pussy clenching around my cock, pulling the orgasm forward. I try to hold back, keep the momentum going, but it’s been a while and I can’t stop the jerk of cum that squirts from my cock. The ropes of white land on my stomach and I groan at the warm feeling.
I think it’s time for Kails and I to have a face to face.
School is the same shit it’s always been, but the past few months, people don’t bother me and the hounds stay firmly away. Without their bitch leader, they tend to just run in circles and try to catch their own tails.
Being connected to the Golden Four has its own set of problems. Now, everyone is trying to be polite to me but I can see how shallow it is and as soon as the guys are out of sight, I’m back to being nothing. I will admit, being nothing is a lot better than being hated and I thoroughly enjoy a clean locker.
The parking lot is bustling this morning as Cooper parks his Wrangler. I look around and see Caine’s truck parked beside Zeke’s motorcycle. I smile when I see them both look at the Wrangler, I’m glad Zeke is here and he’s not avoiding me.
I know Oliver is already here, he’s faculty so he comes in an hour before the bell and he stays away save for our bi-weekly meetings. Speaking of, I have one of those meetings today and I can’t help the excitement I feel when I think about it. Sitting in a small office, the door unlocked, and the risk of being caught heightening the arousal. I’m waiting for when we give into the temptation and rip each others clothes off.
“Zeke seems alright.” I murmur to Cooper.
“Don’t think too hard about it, Sha.” He grabs my hand and places a sweet kiss to my palm.
We get out of the Wrangler and Cooper takes my hand as we walk over to Zeke and Caine.