FUCK!
Look away, bro. Look. Away.
Bri throws her head back as she reaches lower, and I can only imagine the way she pushes her fingers inside her sweet pussy, the way her walls would contract around them, the way they’d contract around me.
My hand moves slowly as I watch her, stroking up and down my thick length, feeling like a fucking perv, but she’s doing the impossible—making me think of something other than Colby Jacobs and what he did to my sister—and for that, I can never thank her enough.
She picks up her speed and I match her pace, more than ready to explode the second she does, and knowing her body and exactly what she needs, she tips herself right over the edge not a moment later, coming hard and muffling her cries so Jensen down the hall doesn’t come looking.
Unbelievable pleasure rocks through me, and I come with her, spurting hot cum into my hand like a fucking tween coming for the first time. I’m hot and heady, panting and desperate, and without even knowing it, she’s got me right where she wants me.
I’m fucked, but one thing is for sure—I will be visiting her room again tonight, and this time, I’m taking things to a whole new level.
Chapter 12
BRIELLE
That fucking asshole. I’m going to kill him. I’m really going to kill him, and damn it, I’m going to enjoy it. I’ve never hated anybody like the way I hate Tanner Morgan.
Humiliation sweeps through me as I stare at the mirror across my bedroom, taking in the words written in black eyeliner as my cheeks flame. Waking up yesterday to realize he’d been in my room is one thing, but now this … fuck.
NEXT TIME, YOU CUM ON MY FINGERS.
I might as well dig a hole and fall into it. How the hell am I supposed to face the day knowing he watched me getting myself off last night? Hell, how the fuck did he even get in here? I made sure the window was locked, plus the door too. I was careful. The blinds were drawn and all my bases were covered. He shouldn’t have been able to come in.
But those fucking blinds. I’ll be replacing those fuckers the first chance I get.
How could I be so stupid? I suppose I’m lucky, I was mostly hidden beneath the blanket. He couldn’t have seen anything, though how can I ever be sure? Does the asshole have cameras in here? I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s got a sick mind.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why couldn’t I have just gone to town on myself while I was locked away safely in the shower? I had to do it in bed, had to do it right by the window that I know Tanner Morgan likes to look through. I’m an idiot, no doubt about it.
Trying to put it to the back of my head, I throw my blankets back and get ready for school before grabbing some wet wipes and trying to get the eyeliner off the mirror. It’s one thing for someone to walk in and see his other message in lipstick, but this one … no. I’d die if anyone saw this, especially my mom.
Making my way downstairs, I find Mom and Orlando in the kitchen while Jensen sits at the breakfast bar, helping himself. “Morning, honey,” Mom sings as she busily goes about her morning, today wearing a pristine cream pantsuit that probably costs more than my car. “Are you hungry? I made pancakes.”
My stomach rumbles but seeing the pancakes over by Jensen, I’d rather starve. “I’m okay. I wanted to get to school early,” I say, secretly happy that Jensen seems to be giving me space. “My English teacher wants me to write an essay to get a feel for where I am academically, and I wanted to get a start on that before I get lumbered with more homework.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Orlando says, turning to face me with a heavy scowl. “Your mother has slaved in the kitchen to prepare you a nice meal. Now take your seat and eat your breakfast. You can work on your essay this afternoon.”
I gape at him before flicking my gaze toward Mom, who watches me with a cringe, and without a doubt, I know she’s not going to have my back on this. I barely resist scoffing at her. There was once a time where nothing was more important than my schoolwork. Mom wanted me to succeed, push myself and get the hell out of Hope Falls to create a better life for myself, but now, what her filthy rich sugar daddy wants, her filthy rich sugar daddy gets.
“With all due respect, sir. You may have offered up your home, but don’t be mistaken. You are not my father, and you certainly don’t get a say in how and when I tackle my schoolwork. I appreciate that you have paid my tuition to a fancy private school, really, I am. However, I didn’t ask for this. I was taken from the home that I loved, from the school where I grew up, from my friends, and thrown headfirst into this life that more than likely comes with an expiry date. My education comes before … whatever this is.”
“Brielle,” my mother gasps, feigning surprise despite having seen it coming a mile away. “Apologize right this instant.”
“No, don’t Brielle me, Mom. Do you know you’re his third or fourth girlfriend to have moved in here over the past two years? TWO YEARS, MOM! Do you not see how messed up that is? This is all an act. You have literally never cooked me breakfast on a school day, like ever. This is all a show for your new boyfriend and his pervert son, and it’s all for nothing because in a few months, he’s going to be done with you, and we’ll be right back where we started, only you’ll be broken and hating yourself for falling for his charm.”
“You are out of line,” Orlando demands, rage burning through his features as Mom presses her hand to her chest, gasping in horror for my terrible behavior. “My son is not a pervert. He is a respectable young man with a promising career at his fingertips. How dare you make such an allegation.”
“I said what I said,” I tell him, holding my ground, almost feeling guilty about it. “Though I’m curious, have you disclosed the fact that your son attacked a girl on school grounds last year before you asked my mother to move herself and her eighteen-year-old daughter into your home, or did that just slip your mind?”
Orlando’s face turns bright red as his son sits back and watches the show with an amused smirk playing on his lips, as though he’s never been so entertained in his life. My mother looks absolutely horrified and sick. “Jensen was not charged with any wrongdoing. That girl was out to get him. She confessed to lying out of sheer embarrassment for getting caught, and I ensured that she was charged appropriately.”
“Orlando,” Mom gapes, her gaze shifting to the sick bastard in question as a wave of confusing emotions crash through me. “Is this true? Did he attack a minor?”
“No, certainly not,” Orlando says. “This is all just exaggerated school yard gossip.”
“Right,” I laugh, wondering if maybe I’ve judged the guy too soon. Maybe he is just weird and that’s all there is to it. Maybe the rest is only schoolyard gossip, but how will we ever really know? Orlando is the best at what he does, and I wouldn’t put it past him to intimidate the girl into a confession. “You keep telling yourself that while blatantly ignoring the fact that he constantly leers at me like I’m a fucking meal. Real nice, Orlando. You must be so proud.” I fix my bag over my back and check the time, making sure I have enough time to grab something to eat on the way to school. I go to leave when I turn back to find my mother staring at Orlando as though he’s some kind of stranger. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, Mom, but we’ve only been here for a few days and you’re already a stranger to me. I miss my real mother, and I hope to God that she comes back to me.”