Luca walked away and raised his hand to beckon a blonde girl with huge tits. Stacey Carlton had the same blonde, curly hair and blue eyes as Alex. But where Stacey had more curves, Alex had the face of a model.
My brother would use Stacey to get back at Alex. And judging by the look on Alex’s face, his plan was working. She almost seemed sad, like she would have preferred Luca to use her instead.
As Luca walked away with Stacey, Alex rose from the floor, fixing her hair and unable to take her eyes off them.
My Pet was jealous.
Luca glanced over his shoulder at Alex before he left the room, grabbing Stacey’s ass. He did that to fuck with her. It was so obvious Alex wanted him, even though she hated him.
I knew Luca would think about Alex as he used Stacey’s mouth to get off… but Alex didn’t know that. Her simple act of defiance sparked something none of us saw coming. Alex’s intense hatred and desire for Luca only made her come running to Bastian and me much sooner than I had expected.
CHAPTER 8
DAMIAN
Sitting through my next class was unbearable. Even after smoking a blunt with Luca, I still couldn’t get my head on straight. Adrenaline flooded my veins like a shot of heroin working through my system.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone. I texted Bash with 911, telling him to meet me in the faculty bathroom, where we would have privacy.
He knew the drill.
Whenever I had urges, he fed my demons. We couldn’t have people see me lose control, so he did whatever was necessary to help me.
I got an instant response from Bash and slid out of my chair, shoving the phone into my pocket. The teacher knew better than to ask where I was going when I left in the middle of class.
When we first started school at Astor Prep, the teachers tried to control us. But one call from our father to the headmaster squashed that shit real quick. Losing our family’s money would be detrimental to this institution.
I power-walked down the hallway and rushed into the faculty bathroom. My hands trembled so badly I could barely flick open the button of my pants. Bastian entered the room seconds later with the same needy look in his eyes.
I tipped my head at the door.
He locked it and approached me as I whipped out my cock. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Same,” he agreed, breathing harder. “I’m popping her fucking cherry. I don’t care if Luca has a problem with it.”
Stroking my shaft, I focused on his mouth and how his lips parted for me. I reached out and put his hand around my dick. “This is for you, too, Bash. Not just Alex.”
He closed his eyes and jerked my dick harder, leaning forward to put his hand on the wall behind my head. “Sometimes, I really hate you, D.” His face burrowed into the crook of my neck with each stroke, his long fingers sliding up to the tip dripping with pre-cum. “But I can’t fucking live without you.”
We had a trauma bond, as the therapist called it. He said our parents’ deaths formed an unbreakable bond that made us codependent on each other. I didn’t know how to be with a woman without him involved.
I needed him.
We needed each other.
While he ripped a grunt from my throat, I unzipped his pants and jerked his dick as hard as he was yanking on mine. Like he wanted to break it. But fuck, I didn’t care what he did because it felt good. And I wanted to cum all over his hand.
My lips pressed against his earlobe before I sucked it into my mouth. His guttural groan pierced my eardrum. I loved the sounds Bash made when he was about to come. They made me feral, and before I knew what I was doing, I was on my knees in front of him.
He tried to push my head away, but I fisted his dick and sucked him into my mouth.
“Fuck, D,” he moaned, his hand falling to the back of my head. “I hate you so fucking much right now. Why do you do this to me?”
His words didn’t bother me. I was used to Bastian denying how he felt. It was his shame talking.
“You’re so good at that,” he whispered, gripping the ends of my short hair tighter. “Fuck. Why do you have to make me like this?”
I shoved down his pants and boxers without losing momentum. They lowered to the ground around his ankles, and now I had a better look at him. His dick was perfect. Thick, long, and big enough to fit in my mouth.
