Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #3)(64)

There are going to be hurt feelings, or at the very least righteous anger, one way or another.

But that’s a problem for another day.

“Just because I didn’t fuck my want for Bernadette into other girls, it doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.” Aaron smirks as he opens the package and tosses the box aside, spinning a black rubber item around on the finger that’s tattooed with the first letter of his name. With that expression on his face, it’s easy to believe that he’s the A in HAVOC. “I know how to use a cock ring, Vic. If the best you can do is mount her tits like a wild animal, then really, I don’t have a fucking thing to worry about.”

Aaron uses some of the lube to make the ring slippery before he slides it down the length of his inked shaft, groaning and letting his head fall back in pleasure. The moonlight coming in from outside brings out all the chocolate tones in his hair, making him look both feral and very pretty all at the same time. A beautiful beast, that’s what he is.

He moves back over to me, putting his palms on my ribcage and sliding his fingers down the deep curve of my waist and the generous swell of my hips. I’ve never been thin; a fact that Pamela always made sure to remind me about. But I’ve also never wanted to be. A girl can enjoy being a little thick, you know? And clearly, none of my boys seem to have a problem with it.

The way Aaron’s looking at me right now, I feel beautiful in his eyes, like a savage queen, undomesticated and uncontrollable. That’s why they’re only ever going to need one Havoc Girl; I’ll make sure of it.

Aaron turns the cock ring on, the slight buzzing of it making him groan and thrust against me in desperation. He doesn’t enter me though, just teases me, bumping my clit with the head of his cock and transferring that sweet vibration through my body.

“Do you still have that vibrator?” Aaron whispers, but loudly enough that Vic, who’s still smoking by the window, can hear. “The one we used to play with together?” I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting the sweetness of my own body on his lips. I’d almost forgotten that, how we’d use to lay under the blankets together, alternating touching ourselves with our hands and using the dinky little vibe I stole from the sex shop across the street from the Hellhole.

That was before we were brave enough to just do it, to let go and fall into each other.

“I have a much better one now,” I assure him, biting his ear as he moves his hips against me. “This time, I checked reviews online before I went in to pinch it.” Aaron chuckles, and even the sound of that vibrates through me, making me writhe. “When we finally get my stuff from Pam’s, I’ll let you test it out on me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Victor growls, climbing back on the bed with the cigarette still in his mouth. His jealousy is a tangible thing as he slides up alongside us. “Stop gazing at each other with goo-goo eyes and let’s get back to fucking. Hey, princess, you ever let a guy do you in the ass before?”

“God, I hate you,” Aaron snarls back at him, teeth clenched. He holds me with a fragile possessiveness that I just know is going to eventually shatter. When it does, Aaron will likely try to use a jagged piece to cut Vic’s throat open.

“Well?” Vic asks, ignoring him.

Aaron very gently turns my head back to him, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth, letting me know that he’ll put me first, no matter what. And that’s why Victor owes him everything; I could not handle Vic without Aaron to temper him out. Sometimes, you just need someone to hold you and stroke your hair back and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

“Yes,” I respond honestly, and Aaron smiles against my lips. He knows I’ve done it because he was the one to do it. The smug look he tosses up at Victor has our leader bristling. “But let’s try it again.”

Aaron moves to the side, and I adjust myself, turning to face him, falling into his arms. My hands trace the slight stubble on his cheeks as I hook a leg over him and he scoots forward, finding my opening with the head of his cock and sliding in. The vibration from the cock ring is just enough to spread delicious heat through me.

“Look at me while he enters you,” Aaron growls, biting my lower lip. “Just look at me.”

Victor hears him, using lubed fingers to tease me from behind, the scalding press of his body making me sweat and undulate against Aaron’s cock.

“Nice one, Fadler, very nice,” Vic snarls right back, slipping one of those fingers inside of me. My vision flickers with white splotches as pleasure overwhelms me. Is it possible to die from too much? If so, send me to that sweet, hot early grave, baby. I am ready to go.

My fingers dig into Aaron’s wavy hair as my eyes close and Vic pleasures me from behind. I can feel his finger and Aaron’s cock inside of me together, a very thin wall of flesh separating them. When that second finger is added, the intensity is almost unbearable.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” I choke out, shaking and trembling between the two of them. “You guys might be too big for this.”

“Honey, if you want me to stop, call out our safety word, yeah?” I can practically feel Vic grinning behind me. “Mare’s nest should work, don’t you think?” He snorts again and removes his fingers. The lube is cool when he applies a generous amount to my ass, working it in nice and good before he puts the tip of his cock against me. “Last chance.”