Page 18 of Die for You (Diamond Devils #4)

Aurora

Damien is going to kill me. Once he finds out I’ve stolen his keys—and technically, his car—he’ll flip.

But it’s for a worthwhile cause. They can’t give me another driving lesson while they’re at hockey practice, and I need to figure this shit out so I can drive myself to class and to work.

Not sure how I’ll afford a car with the cash in my meager checking account, but I’ll have to figure it out.

What I really can’t afford is to keep walking around alone with Jeremiah out there.

I keep the windows rolled down, a breeze keeping me cool as the sun heats the dark interior of the SUV.

Without the Devils here to talk me through it and distract me, my nervous breaths come faster.

Even in an empty parking lot in the quietest corner of campus, I make stupid mistakes like signaling in the wrong direction and hitting the brake when I mean to hit the gas.

The same way I am when I play music in front of an audience, but this time, it’s the lack of an audience that keeps me screwing up.

When another car glides into a spot in the parking lot, I grit my teeth. Really? Of all the places they could go, it has to be here ?

At least it’s not Jeremiah’s car. I don’t think I could escape him even with a getaway vehicle. I’d hit a barricade and render the SUV useless before I could get far enough away from him.

I hit the brake at the end of the lot and practice a few deep breaths. I’ll drive the SUV back to the athletics building where I found it before the Devils’ practice ends and Damien even realizes his car was gone.

When I finally gather up the courage to press on the gas, the passenger door swings open and I scream.

Damien slides into the seat, slamming the door shut behind him. I brace myself for him to shout or berate me for stealing his car. As if he hasn’t done his share of fucked-up shit since we met, like hiding cameras to spy on me and abducting me off the sidewalk.

But instead of glowering at me, he’s smirking. “Taking a joy ride, angel?”

I shrug, heart still hammering from his sudden appearance. “You said you wanted me to learn how to drive.”

“Yeah, but the learning part requires a teacher.”

“Or three.” Knox swings open the back door and slides in behind Damien with his usual grin.

Finn opens the door behind me, and now I’m surrounded by the three of them. Again.

But my stomach doesn’t churn with fear the way it does when I’m alone with Jeremiah. Instead, my heart skips and my thighs clamp together.

With all three of them in the car, I’m a confusing mix of calmer and tenser. Reassured and on edge. “You’re not mad at me for stealing your car?”

“You need a car, don’t you?” Damien slumps back in his seat, legs sprawled apart. He dwarfs every seat and chair he ever sits in. “Keep it.”

Keep it . As if he can afford to just hand over the keys to a vehicle he just purchased a few weeks ago to replace the one he was driving the night of the accident. “I was planning on giving it back after I practiced a little. I figured you guys were busy with your hockey shit.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Damien’s hooded gaze rakes over me. “We can share.”

“Yeah, you’re used to sharing,” I grumble, smacking the turn signal as I turn right into the next row of parking spaces.

“Tell me you don’t want to be shared,” Damien drawls.

I strangle the steering wheel. The words fly out of my mouth before I can think better of them. “I don’t want to be one of the puck bunnies you fuck for a night and get bored with the next day.”

The crackling air between us shifts. I wish I could pull the words back into my mouth. I should’ve said no, I don’t want to be shared . Instead, I had to go and confess the fear I’ve been trying so hard to deny even to myself.

“That wouldn’t happen, Rory.” Knox bends forward between our seats, his head by my shoulder.

I snort. “Why should I believe that?”

“We haven’t gotten bored yet, have we? We’re still here,” Damien reminds me.

“For now. Once the chase is over, you’ll lose interest. That’s what you do. Why should I believe it would be any different with me?” I’ve fallen for a walking red flag before. I wasted years with him. I won’t do that again.

It was one thing to be rejected by one man—but three? I won’t give them the chance to hurt me.

“You’re special.” Finn’s voice rumbles behind me, too close.

“We’ve never met a girl like you, Rory,” Knox confirms. “Or a girl who wanted all three of us for more than a good fuck.”

“What makes you think I want more than that?”

All three of them stiffen. A sore spot. I regret the words the second they’re out of my mouth. Here I am, afraid of them rejecting me, afraid of the hurt it will cause, and that’s exactly what I’m doing to them.

For a moment, I’m worried Damien’s going to command me to pull over and get the fuck out. That they’re done with me. Done trying. And why wouldn’t they be? I’m surprised they’ve lasted this long. Whatever debt they believed they owed me, they paid it a while ago.

“You wouldn’t have stolen my car if that’s all you wanted,” Damien growls. “You want our attention. You want us around. Besides, if you just wanted us for a good fuck, you’d be sitting on my face already.”

Something bursts in my chest at the thought of Damien flat on his back, my thighs straddling his head as his fingers dig into my thighs and keep me in place, Finn and Knox looming over me as I switch between sucking and pumping their cocks?—

“If you want our hands and mouths all over you, all you have to do is say the word, angel.” Knox’s cocky grin is accompanied by a glint in his eye. A dare.

I could deny it. Tell them to fuck off.

I don’t.

“Left,” Finn orders simply. I make a turn at his command without a word of protest.

The three of them give me orders and praise as I weave through the parking lot, then venture around different parts of campus.

This time, my foot is steadier, the muscles in my shoulders relaxed, and no one grunts in pain.

There’s something soothing yet electrifying about them giving me instructions. Walking me through every step.

A static tension hums between us. My blood buzzes with the rush of adrenaline. Flashes of them tugging me into the backseat and tearing at my clothes, unsheathing their cocks and stuffing me full cycle through my mind. I can’t chase them away this time.

“What a good student,” Knox purrs from the backseat. “Wonder what else we can teach her.”

“Absolutely nothing—” But my protest is cut short by Damien’s hand sliding over my jeans.

Every cell in my body freezes.

“I think she’s ready to learn how to drive while distracted.” His enormous hand stops at the button on my jeans.

I try to scoot away from him, but there’s only so far I can get from him. I’m already slick between my thighs. “What are you?—”

“There are lots of distractions while you’re driving.” Knox leans forward, sultry voice close. “Lights, noises, people. You have to be able to focus on the road, no matter what.”

A hand rough with calluses brushes against my neck, making me jump as it circles my throat and squeezes.

“Finn—” I gasp.

“Shh.” Even his low hush sends a shiver down my spine. His hand squeezes the sides of my neck. “Focus.”

As if that’s at all possible right now.

“Right turn up here,” Damien commands as he pops open the button on my jeans.

“You’re all crazy,” I blurt, breathless.

I could stop them. I could slam on the brake and jump out. I could protest and tell them to get their hands off me. If I commanded it, they would.

Despite every logical thought racing through my brain that tells me this is a very, very bad idea, that tells me to put an end to this now before it gets out of hand, my mouth stays glued shut.

I can’t deny it anymore, even to myself. I’ve wanted their hands on me since the night I met them.

Damien tugs down the zipper on my jeans with a purr while Knox’s hand travels to the buttons on my blouse, popping each of them free with deft, deliberate fingers. “Eyes on the road, beautiful.”

I gasp when Finn’s hand tightens on my neck. Damien slips a finger into my jeans, stroking over the cotton of my panties. The only layer separating us. I hiss at the contact, the pressure from his touch. That bundle of nerves is on high alert, more sensitive than ever after all this buildup.

Damien’s low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “She’s already soaked for us.”

Knox groans, and Finn hums deep in his throat.

The second Damien tugs my panties to the side and flicks my clit, I yelp and accidentally slam on the brake.

None of them give a shit.

“Careful, angel,” Damien teases. “Don’t get distracted.”

“You’re making that impossible,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“This is part of your lesson.” Knox pops the final button free on my blouse and slips a hand into my bra, his callouses scraping over my nipple. I whimper, clit throbbing. “Now be a good girl and do what we tell you.”

“Faster,” Finn murmurs in my ear.

His hand joins Knox’s in my bra, both of them scraping their palms over my nipples and squeezing my tits, massaging.

A spike of adrenaline shoots up to my scalp, and all I want to do is collapse back into the seat, release the wheel, shut my eyes, and bask in the salaciousness of everything they’re doing to me.

Nothing has ever felt as good as the Devils’ hands on me.

Damien’s finger brushes against my clit, and I can’t contain myself anymore. A moan breaks free of my throat, and I squeeze the life out of the steering wheel.

But Damien doesn’t relent. He slides his finger down, gliding through the wetness waiting for him, before he dips inside.

I bite down the whimper. The heel of his palm grazes against my clit as his finger slides in deeper, inch by inch. I’m about to beg him to go harder, faster, when he draws his finger back out. And slams inside.

I cry out as the heel of his hand collides with my clit, grinding against it as he thrusts his finger viciously, stretching me.