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LENNON
My naked body sinks into the bed beneath me. Kellan softly runs his fingertips up my side. I turn my head to face him, loving the way he smiles as he leans in to kiss me. It’s nothing too intense, but gives me a taste of what’s to come.
As we break the kiss, a hand comes to rest on my cheek and pulls my head to the other side. Colby bites his lip before coming closer. The way he kisses me is different. More demanding. Less gentle. And I’m enjoying every second of it.
The two of them fight for my attention while both pleasing me at the same time. Between the way Colby rubs circles over my clit and Kellan kisses my neck—I’m in heaven. I can’t imagine there is anything better than having the two hottest guys I know in bed, with their only mission being to make me feel good.
“Tell us what you want, babe,” Kellan whispers.
I let out a shuddering breath. “I want both of you to finger me, at the same time.”
They both glance at each other and smirk, but just as they move to do it, they pause. Their brows furrow and mouths open, only for an ear-piercing pulsing beep to come out.
What the fuck?
I’m pulled out of my dream and into the harsh reality that I’m not currently in the middle of a hot-ass threesome, and I’m still looking at being a virgin for the next hundred years.
Okay, so maybe I’m being a little overdramatic. But can’t a girl just finish a sexy dream without being forced awake? Is that too much to ask?
My door opens, and Melani comes in, holding my breakfast. The housekeeper smiles sweetly at me as she brings the tray over to my bed.
“Good morning, Lennon,” she greets me in the English accent that has never seemed to fade. “Happy Birthday.”
Right. My birthday. I almost forgot, that’s today.
“Thanks, Mel.”
She lays my school uniform out on the chair in the corner of my oversized bedroom and heads for the door, leaving me to eat my breakfast in peace. Once I’m done, I take a quick shower—trying not to let the dream I was rudely interrupted from fester in my mind—and pull on my uniform.
My dad is sitting at the kitchen table when I get downstairs, reading the newspaper in his perfectly tailored suit. His dark brown hair is cut short on the sides and longer on the top. It’s slicked back with gel, making him look like the well-kept businessman he is.
“Hi, sunshine.” He smiles at me. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
I sit down at the table and start to take out my phone when a small box in silver wrapping paper catches my attention. The pink bow sitting on top tells me exactly who it’s for.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” my dad asks.
Nodding, I take the box into my hands and gently pull off the paper. Once I get it open, my breath hitches. Sitting inside is a key fob. The Mercedes logo on it immediately brings my attention to the front door. My grin widens as I jump up and head outside, my father hot on my heels.
The second I open the door, I see it. A white Mercedes Benz, topped with a giant pink bow that matches the smaller one from the box. It’s beautiful, and everything I would want in a car, if I wasn’t terrified to get my license.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe.
My dad places his hand on my shoulder. “Beautiful car for my beautiful little girl.”
I press the unlock button and check out the inside. The beige interior is gorgeous and makes the car look as light as I feel. I take a moment to admire the sight from the driver’s seat, but the bliss quickly dissipates.
The thought of driving this thing down the street makes me more nervous than it does excited. It’s not a fear I can explain. You’d think I was involved in a traumatic car accident or lost someone important to me because of one, but that’s not the case. I let my friends drive me around, have no problem being in a car, but driving one is a whole different situation.
“So, I was thinking sometime this week we’ll get you behind the wheel. Teach you how to drive this baby.”
This conversation isn’t a new one. My dad has been trying to get me to drive since the day I turned sixteen. While most girls were excited to get their permits, I insisted I was just fine with Francois, the chauffeur, driving me everywhere. It’s what we pay him for, right? It worked for a little while, but the longer I go without driving myself everywhere I need to go, the more my dad seems to press the matter. He says that Francois is his employee, and he needs him during the day. Whatever.
“Sure, Dad. Sounds great.”
I’m lying. The thought of getting behind the wheel of any car is enough to send me into a panic, but it’s not like he wants to do this right now. I’ll pacify him long enough for me to think of an excuse. Until then, I have school.
FRANCOIS PULLS UP TO Haven Grace Prep—my home away from home the last four years. I’m only two weeks from graduation, and trust me when I say, it cannot come soon enough. It’s not that I don’t love it here—I just have a serious case of senioritis. Summer vacation, here I come.
The front of the school is filled with students, and the public school across the street is no different. I walk through the crowd of people as I head up the stairs and inside. Conversation fills the hallways as I navigate my way toward my locker. The second I turn, however, I stop. A huge smile spreads across my face.
Wrapping paper and balloons cover my locker, with a big “Happy Birthday Lennon” sign hanging above it. The culprit, who also happens to be my best friend, stands beside the display. She’s looking down at her phone—probably texting her boyfriend—and her long, brown hair is tied back into a ponytail. It looks like she rushed out the door this morning to make sure she’d get here long before me.
“I take it this was your doing?”
Tessa jumps and drops her phone. “Don’t scare me like that, brat.”
I chuckle and pull her into my arms. “I love you. Thank you.”
“Happy birthday!”
Carefully, I rip a little hole in the wrapping paper to reach the lock. I put in the combination and open it up. Confetti streams out, and Tessa laughs as I roll my eyes. Everything inside my locker is covered in glitter. Clearly making the outside of my locker look like a party wasn’t enough, so I have to walk around looking like I just came from a strip club.
The feeling of someone pressed against my back grabs my attention and makes me breathe in their scent. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is. His hands find my waist, and his face nuzzles into my neck.
“Hey, you.”
Kellan hums. “Happy Birthday, babe.”
I turn around in his hold and look up at my boyfriend. His chiseled jaw is sharp enough to cut glass, but his smile could melt it. He’s the hottest guy in school, and while self-esteem isn’t something I struggle with, sometimes I’m surprised he’s with me. It took two years of me crushing on him before he finally got a clue and asked me out. Now, it’s been two months of being official, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Thank you.”
Stretching up on my tip-toes, I press my lips to his, and he smiles into the kiss. Tessa mocks disgust with a groan and laughter breaks Kellan and me apart.
“You know,” I say to her. “You were a lot more cheery when your boyfriend was our teacher.”