“I don’t know,” I admitted.
Jett stared at me and then rolled his eyes. “Queeny, I can’t tell you who to suck face with — just make sure whoever it is, youwantto be doing it.”
“What about us?” I asked him in a whisper. “The Devils?”
“The group?” Jett shrugged. “We’re friends, it’ll be weird, but it won’t change anything between me and you, at least.”
“You’ll still be my bestie?” I asked playfully, hoping he didn’t see the need I had to make sure he would never leave me.
“Always. There isn’t anything you could do to change it. C’mon, I’m starving.” Jett punched my shoulder as he passed me, and I grinned as I followed him to the kitchen.
* * *
Quinn, age sixteen
“How much longer you going to string him along?” Gray asked me, his hard stare boring into mine.
“I’m not stringing him along,” I snapped back at him. Why did he have to be so close to me? All I could smell washim.
“Yes, you are. You’re being a prick tease. He wants to fuck you; do you want him to fuck you?”
“I’m not being a prick tease!” I shoved at his chest to get him to stand back. “Fuck you, Gray. What happens between me and Ash is betweenmeandAsh.”
“What happens between you and my cousin happens toallof us. Why the fuck are you playing with him?” Gray moved back into my space, and I stared up at him. I was almost five eight now, but Gray was still taller.
“I’m notplaying, I like him,” I told him defensively, even as my heart raced as he stepped closer to me.
“Yeah, youlikehim?” Gray’s eyes narrowed as he smirked at me. “That why you let him stick his fingers in your cunt last week?”
Gasping at his vulgarity, I stepped back and hit the wall behind me. “Don’t be such a dick,” I hissed at him as my eyes filled with tears.
“Gonna spread your legs for Ash,Queeny?” Gray pushed his chest into mine as he glared down at me. “That what you want, so desperate to be aDevilyou’ll let him fuck you?”
My hand stung, and I realized it was because I slapped him. Slowly, his head turned back to face me, revealing my handprint on his face, and I chewed my inner cheek as my body stilled, waiting for the eruption.
Jett was fiery but fair. Ash was lighthearted and laid-back with a temper that rarely let loose. Gray . . . Gray wasfury. He always seemed to be moving, as if he could barely contain the wild energy inside him. The smallest thing would set him off, and usually Jett or Ash needed to haul him back.
“That was stupid,” Gray murmured as he dipped his head. “Always knew you were stupid.”
“I’m not stupid, you fucking dick, I just don’t fucking like you when you’re being a prick.”
“Liar.”
My retort was swallowed when he kissed me. Not soft and gentle like Ash had kissed me. Gray was unrestrained, his mouth dominated mine, his kiss was savage like him, and his tongue tasted every inch inside my mouth. Hazily, I realized I was kissing him back just as eagerly. His hand was tight in my hair, his other hand already cupping my sex as he ground his palm against the small bundle of nerves that throbbed for him.
As quickly as it began, it was over. Gray pushed me away from him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fucking make up your mind, but stop being a fucking liar,” he snarled at me before he turned and walked away from me.
I was still crying when Jett found me, and thenhegot pissed off when I refused to tell him why I was crying, which only made me cry more.
* * *
Quinn, age seventeen
“I don’t want to go to the movie,” I snapped angrily as I looked at Ash. He’d had another growth spurt over the summer and now was standing proud at six-four. My own height had stopped at five-ten, much to my disgust. I’d been hoping to be closer to six feet so I didn’t have to always look up to the Devils, but my DNA had other ideas, and instead of filling me upward, I had filled outward. Last summer, my boobs became more generous than they had been before, a fact my boyfriend, Ash, was very grateful for. My once stick-thin legs now had shape to them, and my hips were intent on keeping any morsel of food that I put in my mouth straight on them.
I watched the guys devour any food in front of them like aswarm of locusts and still look like needles. I looked at the amount of carbs they ate, and I could feel my stomach bloating. But I ran with them in the morning, I worked out with them in the evening, and I kept myself fit and healthy, at first so I could keep up with them and then because I genuinely enjoyed it.
“I don’t mind staying in, if you want,” Ash said with a grin as he lay back on my bed, his hands tucked beneath his head as he watched me with expectation.
