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Chapter Eighteen

Jolie

True to his word, when we returned home last night, Kai had a bubble bath waiting for me. I’m not sure who he convinced to help, but my bathroom was set up with candles and a hot bubble bath. It also didn’t take as much convincing as I thought to get Kai to join me. We hopped in, still in our clothes, and washed away the paint. Things went to second base, but I didn’t want to pressure him to take it further. So instead of kicking him out, he spent the night in my bed with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I woke up half an hour ago and have been lying here watching him sleep ever since. He kicked the blankets off five minutes ago, but he looks peaceful. Boredom sets in and I run my hand down his stomach slowly, which earns me a sleepy groan. Kai isn’t a morning person, but I don’t think he’ll object to waking up for this. My hand slowly slips beneath the waistband of his boxers, and his hard cock throbs awake against my hand.

“I’m sleeping,” he murmurs.

“Not all of you is asleep.” Moving his boxers down to release his cock, I lick my lips at the amazing sight and slide myself down the bed. Running my tongue from the base to the tip, I moan quietly as I lap up the small bead of pre-cum that has formed on his crown.

“Shit,” he hisses. “I’m awake now.”

I chuckle before taking his head into my mouth, lowering myself down as far as I can go. Kai’s hands twist into my hair, and he pumps his hips up as my mouth and tongue work him closer to an orgasm.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Stop... I want you to ride me.”

“Are you sure?”

“One thousand percent.”

Rolling over to my bedside table, I pull a condom from the drawer. A few boxes of them were waiting on my bed when I came home one day. More than likely a present from Brennan, because as much as he refuses to talk about us having sex, he still looks out for me. I rip it open with my teeth and spit the plastic wrapper from my mouth, sliding the slippery sucker out of the packaging and slowly unrolling it down his shaft. Once he’s fully sheathed, I slip my underwear off and throw my leg over Kai’s narrow hips. He lifts the oversized shirt of Marlow’s that I wear to bed every night, asking permission to take it off. I raise my arms in answer to his silent question and help him remove it from my body, then he tosses it onto the floor.

“You’re a work of art, Princess,” he says, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers, making my breath hitch.

I grasp his cock and run my thumb over the tip, and he hisses at the contact. I slide his tip up and down through the wetness of my pussy lips a few times before lining it up and sliding down slowly. We both groan as I take him inch by inch until he is fully inside me, then I still for a moment, giving him a chance to breathe.

Kai moves his hands down my waist, settling them with a firm grip on my hips. I lean back, putting my hands behind me and grasping onto Kai’s legs to hold myself up, as I arch my back further. Then I slowly move.

“Fuck,” he whispers, watching as he re-enters me, seeing his cock slick with my arousal.

Kai sits up, his arms wrapping around my waist to bring our chests flush against each other. Immediately, I move my lips to his neck, kissing and sucking the sweat from him, making him moan.

Grinding faster, his hands find my hips again and guide me to match his thrusts. Our lips fuse, devouring each other’s moans. My clit rubs against his pubic bone and an orgasm starts to build. I pull away from his lips and push him back to a laying position, leaving my hands on his chest. Looking down into Kai’s eyes as I ride him, I move sinuously until my orgasm has my pussy clamping around his cock, milking him for everything he has. He lets his release go, and I can feel him swell inside me as he comes, my name like a prayer on his lips.

Utterly spent, I flop forward and rest against his body. We’re both covered in sweat and need a good shower before school.

“That’s just round one,” he whispers, rolling me to my side so he can slip out from beneath me and removes the condom. “Time to shower and face the firing squad.”

I laugh at his dramatic statement. “Chester and Creed would have just barged in if they had an issue with this,” I say, getting myself out of bed. We’re both naked and it seems so natural.

“I’m talking about Boston and Case. Boston isn’t pleased about us being part of your harem and Case just hates my guts.”

I shake my head, following Kai’s tight ass into the bathroom. Damn, what a nice sight. He leans in and turns on the shower taps, sticking his hand under the spray until he deems it warm enough to jump in.

“They’ll get over it; this is new for everyone. We have better things to do now, like figuring out how to take down Mr Z. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out the guys are alive—that is, if he doesn’t know already. It puts us all in danger.”

After quickly scrubbing himself down, Kai reaches out and grasps my hand, pulling me into the shower and against his soapy, wet body, then turns us so that I’m under the spray.

“Blah, blah, blah.” He rolls his eyes. “How about we talk about how you plan to seduce Trace?”

Slapping at his chest, I huff. “I’m not going to seduce him. He will come to me when he’s ready. I’m not going to force a relationship with anyone. For this to have any chance at working, it has to be a natural progression. Besides, it’s not like I’m lacking dick.”

“No, you’re not,” he growls, pushing his hard-on into my stomach.

“Why, hello there.” I giggle, biting my lip.

“Well, hello to you too,” comes a voice from outside the shower.

I wipe down the door to reveal Creed standing in the middle of the bathroom, a smirk on his handsome face.

“Fuck off,” Kai snaps.

“No can do. Chester and Boston may just kill each other this morning. Might be worth coming to fix that first before you come... again.”

“Creed, were you listening in?” I ask incredulously as I load up my shower poof with body wash and give myself a quick clean.

“Maybe... With all the fucking going on, I just naturally gravitate towards it,” he admits with a shrug.

“Yeah right,” Kai mutters, moving around me and climbing out of the shower. He snatches the towel Creed has in his hand and wraps it around his waist. “You can sense her mood, dickhead. You gravitate towards the feelings she gives off when she’s fucking.”

Creed just shrugs again. “If she feels good, so do I.”

“Look at me winning! I managed to give Jolie an orgasm, and you get off too.”

I snort at Kai as he leaves the bathroom. Creed holds out another towel for me to step into and wraps me up.

Once we leave the bathroom, I can hear the arguing already echoing up the stairway. I race downstairs, still wrapped in my towel, my soaked hair dripping down my back.

I scan the kitchen and see Davis, Case, Trace, and Laughn seated at the table, spectators to what’s unfolding. Chester and Boston are chest to chest, glaring at each other.

I wedge myself between them and push them apart just as Brennan steps into the kitchen. I raise a brow at him in a silent plea to help me out, but he just shakes his head and moves to the coffee machine. Asshole.

“What the fuck are you two fighting about now?” I shout. Both men have taken a step back, giving me some room.

“I’m pretty sure it’s just a dick measuring contest to see whose is the biggest,” Laughn says with his mouth full of Vegemite toast.

“Seriously?” I fume. “Newsflash, it’s neither of you.”

Both of their murderous gazes turn to me, though their anger fades a little. I can tell they’re trying to figure out who is the biggest of them all. Honestly, you would think they would know the answer since they’ve been together for so long and have most likely seen each other naked. As one, all their eyes turn to me with raised brows.

“What?”

“Are you going to enlighten us, Little Angel?”

I sigh. “It’s Davis.”

Everyone turns to look at Davis, who just shakes his head. Laughn reaches over and high fives him.

“Case is the fattest, Creed has the most bling, Brennan’s is the prettiest damn cock I have ever seen. Do I need to keep going? They’re dicks. So long as they bring me orgasms, I really don’t care.”

Boston steps up behind me, his hand grabbing the back of my neck. Chester makes to move forward, but I hold out my hand to stop him.

“I didn’t make the list? Do I need to remind you of how much you loved my dick?” he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

“We remember it very differently then. I remember you crawling into my bed, wanting to be held.”

I’m pushed forward and stumble into Chester’s arms with a chuckle as Boston storms from the room. “He’ll be fine. This is just how he does foreplay,” I joke, making everyone laugh.

“Jolie, maybe you should get dressed,” Brennan says with a pointed look down at his watch.

“Yes, Dad,” I throw back.

“You can call me daddy anytime you want,” Chester adds, releasing me.

I blow him a kiss and head back upstairs. Creed is still in my room, lying on my bed.

I walk into my closet and pull out underwear and my uniform, quickly throwing them on and giving myself a once-over in the full-length mirror. When I go back into my room, Creed looks up at me from his phone with a smile on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for school, Mr Taylor? Make sure you wear a nice tight pair of slacks today so I can check out the goods in class.”

“Don’t tempt me, Tenshi. I will bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of everyone.”

“Promises, promises,” I say, sitting at my vanity and rifling through the tray of makeup.

Creed gets up from the bed, and I watch him in the mirror as he stalks towards me. He leans in so his lips are close to my ear. “It wasn’t a promise, it was a threat. Nothing makes me harder than an audience.”

“The fuck you will,” Chester snaps, walking into the room in a pair of black slacks and a business shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His tie hangs untied over his shoulders. “Can someone fix this fucking thing?”

Creed stands to his full height and walks over to Chester, pulling the tie into place and tying it with ease. Fuck, I want to see them in action . I may have already been the meat in that sandwich, but they never touched each other. Which is a damn shame. Creed’s head snaps to me and a devilish grin crosses his face, obviously picking up on the direction of my thoughts through my emotions. I quickly avert my gaze back to the mirror again and continue putting on my makeup.

Ten minutes later, we all head back to the kitchen. This time it’s only me and Team Zeus—I’m not sure where everyone else has disappeared to. I walk over to the island and find a hot mug of coffee waiting for me. Brennan steps up beside me, settling his hand on the small of my back, which sends a shiver up my spine.

“Pretty, huh?” he murmurs with a raised brow. My eyes widen in disbelief at the thought of him wanting to talk about his dick. Maybe we have turned a corner.

“Very. It’s also perfect, not too big or too small, a perfect girth. The perfect dick for sucking.”

He makes a strangled noise from beside me and has to adjust himself in his suit pants. I chuckle and walk around the bench that separates the kitchen area from the dining table. Trace is perched on a seat and his tattooed legs are resting on another as he ties up his shoes.

“I really think I need to complain about the teachers’ dress code at this school.”

Trace’s head snaps up to mine. He knows I’m talking about him and his tiny-ass shorts.

“What’s wrong, jealous?” he asks, motioning for me to come closer.

“Extremely, and I don’t like it.”

He takes my coffee and places it on the table before he grabs me by the wrists, pulling me closer until I’m forced to straddle his legs.

“Star, you’re it for me, always have been.” My breath hitches at the nickname. “I have a thing with faces, and when I close my eyes I see you, right down to the tiny freckle in your hairline. No one has ever come close to the love I have for you, unless you count those dickheads, but trust me, they’re not allowed to touch what’s under these shorts.”

Kai laughs from behind us. “Aww, come on, Tracey. Let me tickle your balls.”

Trace flips Kai off, making him laugh even more.

“Well, I can’t promise that I won’t poke anyone’s eyes out if they stare too long. This...” I say, leaning forward, “belongs to me.” The top buttons of my school blouse are undone, giving him a bird’s-eye view of my cleavage while I grasp his hard cock over his tight shorts. “And I don’t mind leaving the lipstick marks behind to prove it.”

Trace swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and his hooded eyes fill with lust.

“Let’s all leave before a mass orgy breaks out,” Creed jokes, but stops to think about what he just said for a moment, then shakes his head sadly. “Nope, no time.”

Today is going to be a long day, but as we walk out of the house, I can’t seem to wipe the giddy smile from my face at the thought of how I’m Trace’s Star again.