Page 2 of Did They Break You

“So fucking wet, pretty baby.”

I try to press my thighs together, but his hand is there. “Cortland,” I manage to whisper. “Should we be?—”

“Oh, too late for that now,” Chase says, his words causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. “And it’s not just going to be him, Remi.He’s going to share you.”

Pressure builds behind my eyes.

I keep them closed.

Cortland drags his fingers out of me, up along my stomach, beneath my shirt as he shifts his arm, grabbing my hip instead. His other hand continues its path upward, fingers slipping under my gray bralette, circling my nipple.

I take a shaky breath in.

He slides his hand out of my shirt, presses his finger to my lips, tracing my mouth.

I can taste myself. Earthy. My face flushes red, and I’m thankful for the night.

“Let me fuck you, baby,” Cortland pleads, hand tightening around my hip, my jeans to my knees. I couldn’t run if I tried.

Not without falling on my face.

He kisses my neck again, sucking my skin between his teeth, pushing his finger into my mouth.“I deserve it.”

A flash of indignation and something else twists in my core as he nearly gags me with his finger down my throat.

A month. We’ve dated since graduation. Fooled around in his truck in Hyde Park. He’s had his hand up my shirt. His lips on my mouth, tongue down my throat. We’ve seen each other a handful of times, when my stepdad is away for work.

We went to West River together for two years, since he moved from West Virginia to Ellicottville, North Carolina. Star quarterback, I was the quiet cheerleader. We rubbed elbows, talked a lot. But he waited until graduation to ask me out.

Why didn’t I see this coming?

I start to shake, even with my fists clenched at my sides.

Another hand comes to my jaw, and it isn’t Cortland’s.

Chase’s words are in my ear as he forces my head up, my neck arching while Cortland’s head dips down, his mouth along my breasts.

“Let us fuck you, Remi, or we’ll just…” Chase’s fingertips dig into my jawline, and I feel the inside of my mouth pressed painfully into my molars. “Make you.”

Unbidden warmth churns in my gut.

“Be careful.”Storm Leary’s voice chills my bones. Storm is quiet, brooding darkness. When he speaks, people listen, but I’ve always done my best to stay away from him.

Now, though, no one is listening.

And I heard it, even underneath his warning. Something like desire. A perk of being the quiet one is hearing the things peopledon’t say.Even with my mind spinning, my brain stalled, I heard it.

He’s going to do this, too.

I whimper again as Cortland tugs down my tank top with his teeth, his mouth over my nipple, biting and pulling at me.

My stomach flips.

Brinklin laughs, a soft sound. “She’s not saying no,” he seems to taunt me.

Then he’s closer.

I sense him, and his fingers come to my underwear, pulling them down. A second later, he must be on his knees because his mouth caresses my thigh.

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