My mouth drops open. What do I even say to that. Talk about needing to be in control.
“Your pussy needs to rest and heal.” He strokes the inside of my thigh, making me want to straddle him and prove to him I don’t need to heal, just to be defiant. But I’m also sore, so I guess I should be grateful. At least this once.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
He squeezes my thigh. “No need to thank me, princess. I’m going to be pounding that pussy often and I want it in good shape to take me.”
He leans across and kisses me, cutting off my protest. Heat fills me, and I worry I’ll be the one to cross the sex prohibition line.
When he draws back, I nearly whimper at the heat in his eyes. This guy is an asshole, but I can’t help but crave him.
My door opens, and I turn to see Caden leaning in.
“My jersey. My little nympho.” He draws me out of the car and backs me against the side with his hands on my hips. The tip of his nose touches my neck, and he inhales. “My favorite smell is you and vanilla, little nympho.”
My knees go weak, and all the people walking around us to get to school fade into the background. I breathe out harshly as his lips taste my neck inch by inch, until he kisses my jaw and then claims my mouth.
I fall into the kiss and let him conquer me. I don’t think I’ll make it a day without having one of them inside me. They all key me up and make me need them. My body knows what it wants, who it desires.
He draws away an inch. I open my eyes to his darkened green eyes.
“I can’t wait to fuck you again, baby.” He brushes my hair off my face, and his forehead touches mine.
I breathe in his cinnamon scent mixed with my vanilla soap. He may have marked my neck, but I’ve marked him too. Both he and Luke smell like me today.
Caden grins as he tugs me against his side and puts his arm over my shoulders to lead me to the others. Sitting on the sign, Jack holds his hand out to me.
When I take it, he pulls me in between his legs. He tips my head back and gives me a devastating kiss. My fingers clench his thighs as molten lava works its way through my veins.
When he lifts his head, he rubs his finger over my lower lip. “Can’t wait for lunch.”
What the fuck is happening at lunch? Before I can ask, Eli turns me and presses me back against Jack as he takes my mouth. Every kiss from them is different, but they all make me ravenous for more.
“Behave, kitten, we have just the game to play tonight.” Eli tugs on the ring in my collar, pulling me into his hard body. The image of him naked above me, fucking me hard makes me ache. Fuck, I want to playthatgame again.
Jack strokes his hand down my neck, and a shiver ripples through me.
Nico taps Eli on the shoulder, like he wants to cut in on a dance or something. Eli smirks at Nico before he lowers his head and backs off. Nico draws me out of Jack’s reach and pullsme into his arms.
“Good morning, sunshine.” His kiss isn’t the shy, thoughtful kiss he first gave me. It’s a full-on nuclear meltdown now, making me clutch at his shirt and press my body against his.
“God, she’s such a slut.” The girl’s voice isn’t low at all, and her tone is disdainful.
“She’s nasty.” Another voice reaches my ears, making my stomach clench.
I draw away from Nico, tipping my chin down. He rubs my cheek as he glares over my shoulder.
“Fuck that noise, Harper. They’re just jealous.” Nico draws me in for a hug and engulfs me in his rain scent. I inhale and let him hold me and protect me from those insults.
The problem is, those words won’t be the last. It’s not a few girls who are mad or jealous today. I draw away, needing to stand on my own. I can’t always expect a horseman to be there.
“Thanks, Nico.” I smile, even though it’s only going to get worse.
“Princess.” Luke’s voice makes me take in a breath before I turn to find his hand outstretched. I step away from Nico and take Luke’s hand.
Just like the other days, Luke leads me into the school. The noise level in the hallway escalates as we walk through with the others behind us.
This is Nico’s first day at a new school, but he already belongs to the most popular group of guys. I’m hoping at least some talk is about him, and not how the horsemen displayed me as theirs all weekend at parties.
