Did Kenz say she was grounded, or was it just that day? Fuck, I used to know Kenz inside and out, and lately we barely have time to talk.
“You should.” She picks up her fork and takes a bite. She arches an eyebrow. “Which one of the football players is on the outs?”
I blow out my breath and shake my head. “All of them? None of them? I don’t even know anymore.”
“Harper, you can talk to me, but it sounds like you need a girlfriend right now. Let me call Kenz’s mom and explain what’s going on. Maybe we can get around the trouble.”
That makes me feel slightly better. My mom is my hero. “Thanks, Mom.”
She waves it off and talks about her work the night before. She’s always careful not to name names of people who come in, but that doesn’t stop her from telling me about the crazy shit that landed them in the hospital. By the time we do the dishes, I feel marginally better. I head up to my room and work on my homework.
The doorbell rings, and I tense. Which dick has come to pick me up? I’ve barely heard from them tonight. Luke dropped me off after the exchange, but he was in a hurry to get back to practice.
My bedroom door opens, and Kenz walks in, closing the door and dropping her overnight bag in the corner.
“What’s up, my bitch?” She holds her arms wide, and I tackle hug her. She laughs, rubbing my back. “Miss me? I mean, I just saw you with the Cheermonsters so…”
A sob rips from my throat as the tears I pushed back all day flow down my cheeks.
“Oh, H.” The sympathy in her voice makes me cry harder. She leads me to the bed, and we sit on the edge. She hands me the box of tissues, and I grab a few, trying to wipe the tears away. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t even know where to start.” I shake my head.
“Can you name which asshole is being a dick, or is it the whole lot?” Kenz takes a tissue and presses it to my face. Her worried look has me holding back a fresh wave of tears. I love Kenz and don’t have to worry about her loyalty. It will always be me she chooses.
Taking a breath, I tell her about last night. How Nico’s mom outed Tanner is my partner in art, and Nico didn’t back me up. Then how angry Caden was, and the sex. Fuck, the sex.
“Holy shit, H.” Her eyes are big. “I mean, it sounds… it sounds…”
“Hot?” I laugh. “I mean, I’m happy to come as many times as they want me to, even when it hurts a little. If they were aiming for punishment, they missed the mark.”
Kenz touches her lips. “I mean, yeah, but one after another?”
My pussy pulses in memory of the slide of their cocks inside me. It was like having a never-ending erection. I blow out a breath and shake off the memory.
“Jack says I went into subspace. I need to look that up tonight.” I haven’t had a chance yet. My cheeks burn remembering the need, the craving. “I couldn’t get enough.”
Her eyebrows raise as her doubtful gaze drops to my lap. “How’s the vajayjay today?”
“Sore, achy. And then Eli fucked me hard at lunch in the closet.” I close my eyes, remembering his words and the way he touched me, like he knew my body better than I did. He made me want it.
They all do.
“At school?” Kenz shakes her head. “You know about the betting pool, don’t you? I just found out about it.”
“Yes, Grant Perkins. I’m surprised no one has claimed it yet. We haven’t been that secretive. I mean, there was the whole study session at the coffee shop.” Maybe I did the exit wrong and should have made a circuit of the shop, giving everyone high fives.
“You’d think someone would catch on.” Kenz rolls her eyes. “Grant’s a prick.”
“It’s the horsemen claiming a virgin. Anything they do calls attention to them. It probably didn’t help they stuffed underwear in his mouth.” I smile. They did it because he harassed me, but maybe I’m looking at it with rose-colored glasses. In reality, it was probably to maintain their power or solidify their claim on me.
My smile falls. Everything they do is for them. I need to remember that. I bury my face in my hands. “What am I doing, Kenz?”
“Having the fucking time of your life.” Her grin is obvious in her tone.
“Am I?” I flop back on the bed. “Is it really better than hiding?”
“Hell yes, it is.” She lies down next to me on her side with her head propped on her hand. “H, you can go to parties, dances, study sessions. You don’t have to live in fear of the guys realizing you exist.”
