Page 94 of Gilded Fake

“No,” Colt snapped. “I’m asking what you want from us.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that,” Cotton said, pulling a chair over by the door and sitting down. He crossed his ankle over his other knee and set a pistol on his thigh. He was wearing old man pajamas, a long-sleeved button top with matching pants, and boat shoes. I stared at them as I waited, frozen, for whatever terrible thing came next.

I was used to my body being used. Yeah, usually it was just the Dolces, but there were three of them, and Cotton was just one. And yeah, he was a total creep who liked to slip a little something into girls’ drinks at parties for whatever reason guys did that shit, but did it really matter who he was? I didn’t think he’d hurt me. He’d probably just want me to play dead or whatever fucked up things he was into. It couldn’t be worse than what the twins did to me, and it couldn’t hurt worse than taking Royal’s monster cock.

I couldn’t freak out. That was not going to help. What I needed to do was figure out how to use whatever happened to my advantage, how to get something out of it. For every man that used me, I used him back. Yeah, the Dolces got to fuck me whenever and however they wanted. But after a year of enduring them, their father gave me a scholarship this year. And not just me—he gave one to both my sisters and my brother too. That was going to get us into good colleges, far away from Faulkner, Arkansas.

I just had to stay on top. I was runner-up for Prom Queen last year, and I’d win for sure this year if I played my cards right in this moment. If I agreed to whatever Cotton wanted and he didn’t rat us out, colleges would see those things on my application. Cheer scholarships would be given, and they cared about those things. It wasn’t about a high school crown. It was about Yale, my future. It was always about the future.

How could I have risked it all for some dick, even good dick?

Cotton made a lazy gesture with his hand. “Oh, you can go ahead and pull out. I already saw everything from out there. I’ve been sitting in a chair by the pool watching for a while. I saw the light on from the house and came out to see who broke in. Didn’t expect a live sex show starring the head of the cheerleading squad and the school outcast, but hey, I’m not complaining. I came before either of you.” He chuckled and linked his hands behind his head, his gaze slithering to me like a snake.

“As far as wanting a turn, fuck no with an extra hell no on the side. I wouldn’t touch Royal’s girl if you held me at gunpoint. Not that I blame you, cuz. When she reached behind and spread her pussy open with both hands… I almost blew my load before you even got started. Though I thought you were going to fuck her ass. That would have been hotter.”

“Shut up,” Colt growled.

“No, really, pull out,” Cotton said. “Then I want you to do that again, Gloria, so I can see the creampie he left.”

“Fuck you,” Colt said, trying to pull the blanket out from under me so he could cover us.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing onto the blankets and shaking the hair off my face. “If you get to see that… Will you keep your mouth shut about this?”

“Mm,” Cotton said. “If you give me that… And your car.”

I gaped at him in shock. I would never give up June Bug to a reckless douchebag like Cotton Montgomery. He wouldn’t care about her, wouldn’t see how special she was.

“I can’t,” I said. “That’s my uncle’s car.”

He smirked at us and fished his phone out of his pocket. “It was your great uncle’s car,” he said. “And he left it to you when he passed away—god rest his soul—which means it’s yours. Or more accurately, it’s mine… Unless you don’t want me to take a picture and send it to our fine neighbors down the street.”

“Okay,” I said quickly, thinking of how fast the D-boys would be here to murder both me and Colt. “Put the phone on the floor. Colt, pull out and let him see what he wants. And you can have my car. But you have to promise you will take this to your grave.”

Cotton set his phone down and sat back, smiling as he pretended to zip his lips.

I glared my hatred at him as Colt pulled out slowly, dropping my skirt to cover as much as it could.

“Ah, come on now, don’t be shy,” Cotton said. “Lift your skirt and spread it open for me like you did for him.”

Grinding my teeth together, I pulled up the skirt, then reach back with both hands and obeyed his command. Both men gaped at me like a couple of hungry dogs salivating over a single steak.

“Fuck yeah,” Cotton groaned. “Keep it just like that until I finish.”

He reached into his pants, pulled his dick out, and started jerking it. Colt was still staring, watching his cum trickle out of me and drip down my pussy lips and onto the bed. After a minute, though, he must’ve registered the sound of Cotton beating off behind him, because he whirled around.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he thundered, lunging across the room at Cotton. There was a loud crack as the chair hit the floor, and both men went tumbling across the hardwood. But my mind narrowed in on something else—the quieter clack I heard just before the chair crashed down. I was off the bed and across the floor in seconds, my cheer shoes silent on the smooth surface. I bent and snatched up the gun while the boys were busy throwing punches like a couple hotheaded assholes.

They were about to see how much more effective cold calculation could be.

I checked the gun, clicked off the safety, and stepped over them. “Stop fighting,” I ordered. “I’d obey if I were you. You both have your dicks out, and I’ve got a gun.”

“What the fuck,” Colt said, staring up at me from where he was hammering Cotton’s ribs with a fist.

“You’re not going to shoot,” Cotton said, giving me a look that took either a whole lot of balls or a whole lot of stupidity, considering I was holding a loaded gun.

I raised it and shot out one of the panes of glass on the front of the pool house. Glass rained down on us and the tiles outside. “I’m not?” I asked, quirking a brow and lowering the muzzle towards them.

“What the fuck?” Cotton yelled, jumping to his feet. “Dad’s going to have to replace that. Do you know how much shit we’re in now?”

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