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I scoff. “My dad would’ve murdered the guy. We were in the mountains on an excursion. We snuck out of our tents.”
“Mmm, naughty. Did he make you come?”
I nodded, knowing it wasn’t really him. I’m pretty sure I blew that guy’s mind when we were together. Yes, it was like an exploration of how everything fits, but I’d been pleasuring myself for years before he showed up. I knew what I liked. I didn’t just let him have control. If I had, I never would’ve orgasmed. Instead, I rode him, and it was only a miracle that had me coming before him. Both of us were virgins, and he came so quickly the first time it was almost laughable. I was prepared for that though. I showed him right where to touch me, so that when I finally climbed on, I was already headed in that direction, all I needed was a little push, and he only needed two pumps more.
“Now you’re making me jealous,” Stone says, groaning as he moves me over his cock again.
It feels too good. Too tempting. “Things like that aren’t supposed to make my stepbrother jealous.”
He growls, sending a vibration through me. He takes my hand and places it on his cock. “Would a stepbrother be this fucking hard? Would a stepbrother want to tear your clothes off and fuck you until you screamed his name? Would a stepbrother fuck you so good you’d keep coming back?”
I squeeze his dick in answer, and he grunts, thrusting into my hand.
“Fuck,” he says, doing it again and again. He’s about to lose control when he rolls me off him. Instead of following like I expect, he gets up. He runs his hands through his hair. “Game over,” he grinds out.
He walks away, his shorts straining. I smirk at him retreating. He can use words like “game”, but I know that’s not what that was. It was far from it.
I lie back on the half-moon seat, sucking in air, my body electric. Usually, I’d sneak my hands under the hem of my waistband and rub my clit until I come, but that seems like a tragedy right now. It’s not like having his or Lucas’s hands on me. It would be a letdown, so I don’t even bother. I stare up at the sky, watching the stars until my body thrums lower. I’m still wired tight, but I don’t feel like I’m going to die if I don’t come anymore.
When Stone doesn’t show back up, I toss my father’s papers back into the plastic container and retreat to my room. The guys bought me a new book bag, so I transfer my school things over while looking through the assignments I need to do before tomorrow. There’s a short one, so I decide to settle down and finish that one to keep my mind off how huge Stone Jacobs’ cock is.
Because of course the biggest dick around has to have the biggest dick. It’s only natural.
27
The assignment takes me longer than I thought. By the time I’m done, I get ready for bed and lie down, slipping under the comfortable sheets. I gaze into the open closet. I put away all the clothes they purchased for me earlier. Here, in this room, I feel normal.
Normal’s such a boring word. Or at least I used to think it was. But, in reality, it’s nice to be normal. To not have to worry about little things. Like, if I interrupt my father while he’s studying his papers, is he going to get pissed at me? The man would be at his desk all day, foregoing food just as long as he got more time reading the same shit over and over again. I never knew what was going to set him off. I never knew where our food was going to come from when the cupboards ran dry. Reminding him, sometimes, sent him into a spiral.
He always had more important things to focus on.
I should be exhausted since yesterday was such a clusterfuck, but I can’t get my mind to wind down. It’s Stone’s fault, playing that game with me. I cringe at some of the things I told him, wondering if I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
I still don’t trust Stone fully. I don’t know much about him other than he’s an asshole and that he’s supposed to be my family’s natural enemy. The thing is, he didn’t feel that way today. Not at all. With a few swipes of his credit card, he’d given me more things than my father ever had...or could. Physical shit isn’t everything, but there’s a truth they don’t tell you. It makes things so much fucking easier.
My mind keeps spiraling, so I get up, throwing the sheets off me. The thin pajamas I brought from home suddenly don’t seem as cool as they once did. I want to karate chop myself in the throat. What happens when all of this is over? When we don’t find the treasure and Stone and his friends dump me, all I’ll have is a few clothes, some shoes, and a...longing for that brief moment in my life when I felt like a princess.
Yep. There it is. That’s why I can’t think straight. Whenever this ends, I’m going to be dropped right back at Saint Clary’s—or worse, just Clary’s—with only memories of being a part of something.
I grind my jaw as I turn left down the hall. My evil brain is telling me these awful things, but the truth is, haven’t these past couple of days only given me the incentive to go out there and want to have more? These guys have opened up a whole different world to me. A world where there is no struggle. No people calling me names.
Just because this life is easier, that doesn’t mean I have to think badly of my father and the way he brought me up. It tells me I can live differently, just like I always wanted.
I find myself outside of Lucas’s room. I only vaguely remember Stone telling me where each of their rooms were when he brought me here the first day. I haven’t been in any of theirs, but I’m hoping he’s here now. He, out of all of them, gets it. He won’t judge me for the thoughts bouncing around inside my brain.
The shades are down in his room already, so I don’t know if he’s asleep or if he’s in there at all, but I knock anyway, my heart in my throat. “Yeah?” he calls out.
“It’s Dakota,” I say.
Within three seconds, he’s pulling the door open, and then we just stare at one another for a moment. His hair is wild around his head. The lights are on in his room, so I know he wasn’t sleeping. His room is a mirror of mine. There’s barely anything in it, just the few simple yet tasteful pieces of furniture that match my own. A towel lies on the ground at our feet, and steam billows from the bathroom. He kicks the towel to the side. “Are you okay?”
Embarrassment creeps up my cheeks. I’ve literally never had anyone to talk to except for my dad and Dickie, and neither one of them were big on talking about feelings. I poured my feelings into the souls of books and they spoke back to me. I found the same thoughts and emotions I had murmured in words and phrases. It didn’t matter that the characters weren’t real. It let me know that I wasn’t some freak like I’d been told all of my life.
“Hey,” Lucas says, stepping closer.
My lips buzz, remembering his kiss. It was straight out of a fairy tale or chapter twelve of a romance novel. I’d never been so thoroughly kissed in all my life, but I knew what it was when I felt it because of the books I’d read. Those kinds of kisses don’t come but once in a lifetime, but now that I’m standing right in front of him, I’m freezing up. I don’t know what to say. Or what to do. I’m still in a cell of my own making.
Or was that my father’s making? It’s so hard to tell sometimes.