Page 92 of Depraved Desires

“Then why are you still out in the hallway?”

My molars grinded against one another as I fought the urge to snap at him. It felt like he was invading my head. Instead, I blew out a breath and made my way toward him, sending myelbow into his stomach once he’d shifted position to allow me entry. The bastard didn’t even react aside from a sexy laugh that made my knees weaken.

Collin and Hunter didn’t even have the decency to put on shirts, opting to sit on the bed, smoking cigarettes in nothing but sweatpants.

The door clicked shut, announcing Myles’s departure. For some weird as fuck reason, I wished he hadn’t left. Not when the alternative was these assholes.

Hesitantly, I moved forward, sinking down into the empty seat that had been positioned to face the bed. Tension filled the room instantly, but that was probably more one-sided than anything. At least…I hoped. Both of their solid bodies were slick with sweat, which would have turned me on under any other circumstance. This time, it repulsed me. Knowing that they fucked her so hard that they were drenched from it pissed me off.

My hands balled into fists within my lap as I directed my attention anywhere but their direction. Hunter’s room was a little messier than the last time I’d seen it, decorated in mostly gray. Empty liquor bottles surrounded the bed along with some that were half-filled.

“What was her name again?” Collin asked, the question obviously not meant for me, but it made my ears twitch all the same. I knew who he was referring to.

The girl they just had over.

“Peyton,” Hunter replied, taking a long drag from his cigarette. The smoke billowed out around him, making him look even more sexy. I hated that he was attractive. Why couldn’t he be ugly? That would certainly make things easier for me.

I pulled out my phone, glancing down at the screen. If they thought I was eavesdropping, they probably wouldn’t keep talking in front of me, and I wanted to know what Collin wasabout to say about thisPeytongirl. Was he interested in her? Was me screwing Myles a dealbreaker for him? How did that even make sense? He was off fucking Madison without even knowing what I’d done. My head spun with all these thoughts warring inside my brain. Life was easier when my guard was up. Somehow, he'd wormed his way through it just a fraction, and made me feel things I’d never felt before. Just to turn around and be a complete piece of shit the following day.

“Mind if I get her number?” he probed, the desperation in his voice making me nauseous.

My hand tightened around my phone and heat spread through my already hot body. Fuck him. He could have her. I was nobody’s side piece, and I wasn’t about to let him come and go as he pleased. I wasn’t Madison.

Hunter’s smooth laughter filled the room, which equally bothered me. I hadn’t connected with him like I had Collin, but there had beensomethingbetween us. Or so I thought…

“If you want. She’s in my history class.” The amusement was still evident in his voice. “You trying to finish what we started?”

“Fuck yeah. We got interrupted right when I was about to cum again. She was tight as hell.”

Ouch.

The heat in my body spread to the area behind my eyes. I kept my head bowed; afraid they’d be able to notice it. I’d think they were doing this on purpose if it weren’t for the fact that the fan was blowing, and they were keeping their voices relatively low. Almost like they were trying to prevent me from hearing them at all.

I’d experienced heartache before. When I lost Avery, I was broken beyond repair. But this was a different kind. Glancing down at my phone screen, I debated on who to text, knowing I couldn’t stay here any longer. The pain was too raw and therehad been no time to process before being thrown headfirst into the lion’s den.

Monroe and Rocky weren’t an option. They’d already done so much for me, and they’d specifically warned me to stay away from these assholes.

I clicked on my contact icon before carefully reading through them. A small, watery smile graced my lips as I saw the guys names added, knowing it had been Myles’s doing, and I was eternally grateful for it right now. A lone tear slid down my cheek, burning the very skin it sat against. I quickly swiped it away, hoping it hadn’t been noticed.

The urge to let out all of these pent-up emotions was becoming crippling. I needed an outlet but had nowhere to go. Myles had seemed like he was in a hurry to be anywhere else, and I was sure that a psychopath probably wasn’t the best place to turn. That left one other person. He might not have been ideal, but it was much better than being here. Anywhere was better than here right now.

I clicked on Foster’s contact and quickly began typing before I chickened out.

Aspen

Hey. It’s Aspen. Can I stay with you tonight instead?

I blew out a loaded breath, placing my phone on my lap as I anticipated his reply. Within seconds, my phone vibrated, and I urgently picked it back up, reading over the new text message.

Foster

On my way.

Relief flooded through me, and I immediately rose, not wanting to be in here a second longer. They guys looked at me with varying looks of confusion.

Clearing my throat, I lifted my chin, hoping they wouldn’t see right through me. I’d never been one to run from my problems, but this was something I couldn’t handle. At least not right now, anyways.

“Where are the clothes that Myles brought in?”

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