Page 58 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

EvanAnn

This year is definitely not going as expected. I’m at my locker, but I can’t seem to focus on what books to grab.

I slept in lacy panties with the guys, who wore their boxers. I was surprised they stayed over on a school night. While Hawk mentioned making me sit on his face, he didn’t because I was exhausted by the time they finished coming on me.

My neck and breasts. My stomach.

Tingles chase through my system. Why does it feel good when their warm cum hits my skin? Marking me as theirs? I’m curious how sitting on Hawk’s face will feel, since it’s already amazing when he goes down on me.

My problem right now is that my curiosity is running away with my thoughts.

I want to feel them inside me. Not just their fingers. Virginity isn’t special to me. I just haven’t had sex with anyone before. There’s a little fear of the pain some women feel, but the bigger fear is what they’ll think if they find out I’m a virgin.

It’s not a guarantee they’ll even notice. But if they do...

Will they treat me differently? They treat me like their whore, and honestly, I like being their whore more than I ever liked being Chase’s girlfriend. I scrub my hand down my face. This is crazy.

Last night, I almost fell asleep in the shower as they washed me afterwards. Damon didn’t make me suck his cock while we slept, but Cam’s mouth was on my breast the whole night, making me keyed up in the morning.

I don’t know what to think about last night as I put my books in my locker.

I lost count of the times I came. The feel of their warm skin pressed against mine as I woke up wrapped around Cam, with Damon pressed up against my back.

Cam’s mouth on my breast. Damon’s finger in my pussy. I shattered for them with a cry.

Even though I masturbated in the past for stress relief, this is a whole new level.

They’re going to fuck me. It’s only a matter of time and my consent. It would have been so easy to say yes to Damon last night, but I’m not quite ready to be “open for business.” I can’t get enough of them as it is. I’m afraid of falling behind in classes because I’m too wrapped up.

We haven’t really discussed their desires yet, and maybe that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m supposed to be open to exploring, but I haven’t even done the basics yet.

“Hey, babe.” Chase crashes back against the locker next to mine. I jump a little. “New skirt?”

My face blooms with heat.

“Um, yeah, the old ones are all a little too short now. Mom got me a new one.” I almost put on a whole new uniform, but instead just opted for the skirt.

It might have been too suspicious if I wore a whole new uniform and anyone noticed the BMW I’m driving.

My old skirts were worn and way too short.

Though apparently not too short for Damon.

He stood behind me while I brushed my teeth and tsked the length of my skirt.

He wanted me to roll it up at the waist, but I ignored him.

He did lift my skirt to make sure I wore the new panties he got me. And slid his hands beneath to cup my ass cheeks. When he asked if I enjoyed the butt plug, I didn’t lie. It felt good. Different. A little weird, but good.

I close my locker and look up at Chase. If I didn’t know he was probably fucking someone else last night, I would have been ashamed to face him after what the Devil’s trio did to me. Instead, I feel relaxed and ready to face the day.

I didn’t get back to my homework though, so I’m a little behind where I want to be. I’m already ahead, but things tend to get harder as the performance draws closer. I’m going to have to mention to the guys that homework needs to come first.

The problem is I can’t tell Damon I need to do schoolwork, because he’ll just mention fucking my pussy or ass, so I can do other things while they use me.

A shiver goes through me. I don’t think he understands how distracting they all are. There’s no way they can fuck me and I can just work on my homework. Maybe after a while, but how long are they really going to keep this up? When will they get tired of me?

“I like your skirt.” Chase smiles. His fingers brush my hair, bringing me back to the here and now. “How are you feeling?”

I blink up at him. What is he talking about? And then I remember... the cold. I cough slightly and rub my throat. “A little sore, but I’m getting better.”

He frowns and reaches into his backpack. He pulls out a bottle of vitamin C tablets and offers me one. “I’d kiss you, but it’s not worth the risk, babe. Guess we’ll have to save all our loving for this weekend.”

“This weekend?” Chewing on the tablet, I walk toward my first period and wonder where Mia is.

Chase falls into step with me. I can only hold him off from kissing me for so long.

But what’s the worst that happens? Chase kisses me and then Damon punishes me.

I don’t even know how he wants to punish me.

Spanking? Orgasm denial? Those just make me more curious.

“Party at Olivia’s house.” Chase stays close to my side. “It’s always a blast. We can spend some quality time together, if you know what I mean. Saturday night. You and me.”

“And Mia.” I manage not to grimace at the thought of him touching or kissing me. I’m not planning on going anywhere alone with Chase. Even though I’ll eventually have to kiss him again, there’s no way I’m letting him touch me any more than he already has.

Again, it’s acting. I can pretend to like Chase for a night.

“Yeah, sure, we’ll bring Mia.” Chase runs a hand through his hair and smirks. “People are going to think we’re a throuple.”

I narrow my eyes at him. Yeah, I’m not cool with him even making jokes about fucking my friend. Not when I know he’s probably had his dick in at least a few of the girls we just passed in the hallway. I don’t know what I’d do to him if he touched Mia.

He chuckles, thinking I’m jealous.

“I don’t need anyone but you, babe.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “See you in second.”

What a fucking liar.

He wanders off. When I turn to slip into my class, I catch Damon watching us. He leans against the wall, talking with some other guys. A girl stands close to his side, but his sharp blue eyes are on me. My breath catches. He turns and walks down the hallway.

Is he worried I’m not being truthful about my interactions with Chase?

Fuck him. I shake my head and go into the classroom. Like I want to do anything with that lying piece of shit. The only reason I’m still dating him is because Damon told me to. If I had my way, we would have broken up on Saturday night.

Maybe Damon, Cam, and Hawk like fucking me right under his nose.

Maybe I like it a little too much too. I don’t know what their timeframe is, but I’m not looking forward to the end. I need to start getting information on Chase. Figuring out why he holds onto me.

It’s certainly not for our sex life.

“You doing okay?” Mia slips into her seat next to me.

“Just tired.” I smile. “It’s going to be a long month.”

“Yeah, I’ve looked at the schedule. Between classwork and the play, I’m so booked. I can’t imagine what your schedule must look like.” Mia rests her chin on her hand. “If you need help, put me in coach.”

I laugh. I wish it were that easy. I’m the only director and the only one the Devil’s trio can play with. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Damon

I take my seat next to Olivia in first period. She leans my way with an inviting smile.

“You’re coming to my party Saturday, right?” She bats her thick eyelashes at me. “I was sad we couldn’t party before school started. We need to make that right.”

“We’ll be there.” I turn my gaze to the front of the classroom. Weekend parties are the places to be seen and fuck girls. Though now I have Evan, so I could just stay home and fuck her all night. If she’d fucking let me.

It’s only been a weekend, but fuck, feeling her cunt kiss my cock makes me want to bury myself deep inside her until she comes all over me. She’s tight and always so wet for me.

“Megan said she saw you with EvanAnn on your motorcycle yesterday at lunch time.” Olivia is fishing. I don’t even bat an eyelash.

“We have history class together. A group project. Mia Lewis was on Hawk’s bike.

” I need to downplay this shit because Olivia gets territorial even though she has no right to be.

She’s scared off girls I wanted to fuck before.

I’ve never laid a finger on this chick, and she wants me all to herself. Fuck that.

The only girl with a claim on me is Evan. I just need to fully claim her.

There’s no world where Evan wins a bitch fight with Olivia. Olivia would bury her.

“I know I said EvanAnn is probably a virgin, but I could be wrong. She probably puts out, but only to certain guys. She’s too good for most guys.

” Olivia taps her nails on her desk and glances toward the front of the classroom.

Is she trying to say Evan is too good for me?

“I don’t think you’ll get what you need from her, but I’m more than willing to take care of any pressing concerns. ”

She puckers her red lips. She wears too much makeup. Not like Evan, who barely wears any. I like her scrubbed clean and aching for an orgasm.

“It’s a class project.” I turn to her. “What makes you think it’s anything more?”

“You don’t let anyone ride on your bike with you.” She pouts. “I’d be more than happy to ride with you.”

Fuck. “That’s why I chose Evan to ride with me. She has a boyfriend. If I’d let Mia ride my bike, she might get the wrong idea.”

Olivia nods and looks thoughtful for a moment.

“The new girl is making waves.” Olivia’s eyes narrow. She must have heard about Liam and Fletcher.

“Not interested.” It was bold of Mia to go after two guys after a week of school. She’s not familiar with our gossip mill around here. Nothing is off-limits, especially a girl being slutty. But maybe she doesn’t care. She was hardcore flirting with Hawk.