Page 8 of Veiled

“Thank you, sugar lumps,” I rubbed her head and gave her a kiss while she preened at the attention.

With only seven hours to go, it was going to be a better drive. I grabbed food and coffee from a drive-thru and kept going, only stopping for gas and more snacks for me and X. I turned up the music and sang along to every rap song I could, until I pulled into the University town, where I rolled my windows down to enjoy the nice summer air. It was about three in the afternoon and everyone was walking around the town. It looked cute; lots of stores, cafes, a movie theater, a bowling alley, and what looked like the cutest retro skating rink. There were even a few bookstores, I squealed at that;nothing like a good book to make shit better. Luckily, being here early gave me a couple of days to explore before I settled in to have to work out. I drove another fifteen minutes or so and pulled up to a large gate tucked seemingly into the forest. I showed my identification to the very attractive guard, scratch that, downright mouthwatering sex symbol, and he directed me to the side of the drive with a roll of his eyes, muttering about rich magic kids. Well, there goes that attraction and my tongue.

“Uh, all that shit doesn’t mean I’m deaf, asshole. I’m also not like these other dickheads who go here. I’ll gladly drink a beer with you or kick your ass. Your choice, bitch.” Then I drove off leaving him with his mouth hanging open as X rolled down the back window and growled. I laughed at her while rolling my eyes at the warm welcome, I rolled to the side of the road, following until making a sudden right onto another road that had a no trespassing sign. I felt the tingle of magic as I drove onto the driveway; ah, it was shielded! Well, that makes sense. I finally arrived after about a fifteen-minute drive and I shook my head. Of course, Daddy would have the apartment fifteen minutes away from the school and all forms of civilization. Asshole. But when I glanced up from my GPS, my jaw dropped. Yeah, what should have been an apartment was a huge house. God, he was such a pretentious fuck. I have to give it to him though, it was beautiful. I sighed. “Sucks I would have this fucking place to myself,” I grumbled, but it is what it is. At least I had X. God knows how roommates would react to my lion familiar. When they probably had little shitty ones.

The house was all grey and black brick on the outside, a gorgeous patio in the front, with swings! A perfect reading spot. The red door was the perfect touch to the small three step staircase leading to the door. I spun around taking in the small fountain in the center of the driveway and the huge trees around the property, the house was nestled into the forest with what looked like a well-worn path near the side, probably for running. X bounded out of the car and ran for the trees, probably to hunt and use the bathroom too.

“Be careful, X. Come back soon. Don’t kill anyone!” I snickered when she roared back. We can talk telepathically, not very well but I could get general impressions of what she wanted and her intentions. It was getting better; Kalen said a familiar took quickly to their matches but since she was such an oddity, it may take a bit more training. I didn’t think much of it, I was sure one day it would click, she was my best friend. Well, I also hated people, so there was that.

I looked back at the house, damn it was perfect. I quickly opened the door and brought in all of my things, I needed to pee before I died. I found my room upstairs all the way in the back of the hallway, it’s the only door the second key opened, so it had to be mine. I was confused about the other rooms being locked but the thoughts disappeared when I walked into the room,holy fuck. HGTV took a shit in here. Oh my goodness, it was huge and painted purple with a black ceiling that had those cute little stick-on stars. The bed was dead center and looked bigger than a standard king size bed with a canopy and a bedspread that matched the color of the walls. I fawned over the pretty cherrywood furniture and soft plush dark grey carpet, as my bladder yelled, and I ran to the bathroom to pee and took in the gorgeous grey tiles and walk-in shower. It was beyond perfect. After I washed my hands, I made my way back to get all my and X’s things brought up and unpack it all. After that I looked around my room again and noticed a door to the side that was covered by a blackout curtain, explaining why I didn’t notice it. Opening the door, I noticed it led to a larger covered area that had a huge pool with a waterfall backdrop and a huge jacuzzi on the side; a pool X was already swimming in; cheater.

Forgetting everything, I ran back into the room and went into my bathing suit drawer, and picked a white suit that matched my hair perfectly. It could technically be classified as a one piece but dipped all the way down past my navel before crossing up in a thick band right at my hips giving the illusion that the suit had a full back, but actually, the suit was completely backless, showing off my back tattoo and the start of the crack of my ass. The band simply wrapped to connect the barely there panty portion that didn’t really cover my ass. Realistically, my ass was too big for that anyway, my rap video curves were a blessing to every outfit in existence. The top tied around my neck, pulling the material tight against my breasts, holding them in from falling out on the sides but having the full-blown cleavage in the front. “Fuck,” I whispered as I looked in the mirror. Frumpy, chancellor’s daughter was fucking gone and Hudson the porn star has arrived!Cue the porn music.I squealed in excitement, it was hot, and I felt like a rock star. Don’t let anyone ever fucking tell you a nice outfit wasn’t empowering, because it sure as fuck was. It wasn't a white pantsuit, but a white sexy bathing suit will do.

I grabbed my phone and ran down the stairs, hyped as fuck. I noticed a built-in outdoor speaker when I peeked through the door and I connected my phone to the Bluetooth and blasted my Pandora reggae station. Crap it was loud; thank God I was in the middle of nowhere because the party of one plus lion has begun! As “Action” by Terror Fabulous started to play, I dipped my toes in the water, admiring the barbecue area with an outdoor kitchen and large outdoor television set. It looked like it was all carved into grey and black stone. Ugh, this accelerated program sucks ass, I would have loved four years in this place. With a little sigh, I gave a little spin and threw my hands in the air swerving my hips to the song while walking over to the waterfall ridge. I shook my ass like I was in a rap video, laughing before jumping in like a fucking dolphin with legs. I swam back and forth across the pool, singing to whatever song came on next. After a while, I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my phone, changing the station and just kicking my feet in the water. Cardi B’s “I Like It” started to play and I started bopping my head and leaned back, my suit is pretty much see through and my nipple piercings show clearly through the thin material. Another moment during my rebellion; hurt like a bitch too. I got up to put my phone back down, shaking my ass and rapping along to the song and I was so lost in my own world that if it hadn’t been for X’s roar of anger, I would not have realized the sliding door for the back of the house had opened, and right in front of me was my worst fucking sexual nightmare. Zane… and not only him, but his merry band of dicks too, Ryder, Hunter, and Grayson. FUCK. ME. Not literally. Well, maybe.

Fucking shit. My little slice of paradise, which let's be honest, was a facade, to begin with, is now blown to hell. He graduated. Should be long fucking gone, but no, here he is just, breathing. I really hate that he is breathing. I could get past the fact that he has been working out a lot more since I last saw him. Scratch that, the fact that he looks like he eats a gym for breakfast and goes on about his day. I can look past the fact that he had on a tight black t-shirt, that highlighted every ab and made his golden skin stand out and dark jeans. Fuck, it should be illegal to look that good. I had to check myself for drool as his five o’clock shadow, black hair, and green eyes just completed his entire bad boy, demi-God look. However, getting past all of that, I couldn’t get past the fact that he was standing there just breathing my air, for God knows how long. Did he see me dance, rap, swim? He definitely caught me shaking my ass, it was a lot of ass to shake, I thought with a smirk. Eat your heart out, asshole. These past two years I had changed. I was curvier, more toned, and had bigger tits.

“X, calm down, I know the assholes.” She sat down next to me with a humph and narrowed her eyes at them before laying down and closing her eyes.

I ignored the fuck out of them, snatched up my phone, and called my father, who surprisingly answered.

“Yes, yes, I’m here, I’m fine, the house looks good. Let's cut to the chase, Father. You couldn't mention the fact that Zane was still here… What do you mean he lives here? What do you mean they all live here?…They are my what? Dad, with all due respect… I hope you spontaneously combust in the most gruesome of ways.” And I hung up my phone. I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to turn around and either punch Zane in the nuts or lick his face instead. The struggle of my hormones, who didn’t understand betrayal.

“Still dramatic I see,” Zane said with irritation, the fucking audacity by the way. I turned around and put my hands on my hips and took in the bored expression on his stupid, handsome face, but the heat in his eyes didn’t lie. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I walked up to him and nut punched him.

“FUCK, HUDSON,” he yelled while he bent over and grabbed his nuts. Well, I did promise myself years ago.

“Fuck, yes that is exactly what you did you piece of shit. Fucked me then left. You’re lucky I don’t fucking rip those balls right off and shove them down your fucking throat. In fact, I wish you had a pussy so I can fuck it and leave it too. Don’t drop the soap, sister-fucker.”

Ryder, Hunter, and Grayson were laughing so hard, they started wheezing while Zane hunched over, glaring at me.Little bitch.

The longer I looked at him, the more I realized, with a pang in my chest, that I still had lingering pain from those days. X pawed at my hand and I didn’t realize she had gotten up.

You okay, Hooman?

I’m fine, Xena, he just makes me crazy.

Eat?

No, you can’t eat him. I laughed at her when she gave me the sad version of a lion look and went back to sunbathing by the edge of the pool.

Sighing, fuck, I gave him more than my virginity that night and I think I just realized that. I wish I could explain, I truly wish I could without looking or sounding like a hypocrite. I spent so many years feeling resentful towards him, angry. By association, his friends could go fuck themselves as well. However, something inside of me took them all in and I settled, the anger receding. I tried to ignore the confusing and conflicting and downright annoying swirling emotions and stood up straighter. It must have been the fact that I touched his nuts, yeah. Nuts confused people; I mean look at men. They are all fucking stupid.

Clearly immersed in my nut thoughts, I didn’t realize that he and the merry band of cock rings had come closer, hands in front of their dicks. The merry band of dicks all stared at me, heads cocked and interest in their gazes. Well, I assumed it was. I wouldn’t know, boys have been running from me for too long for me to know what interest was, and the last time well, that didn’t end well. Regardless, it looked like the guys in the pizza porn videos look at the cougars. I reached over and grabbed my hair, wringing the water out of it while I looked at them, needing to keep my hands busy. I was still twitchy. I can admit, hell anyone with eyes could see, that Hunter, Ryder, and Grayson have definitely gone from boys to men. Hunter was lean but muscular with his arms covered in tattoos, his grey eyes standing out on his cleanly shaven face with messy brown hair. He radiated danger, like if he was just a breeze away from punching someone in the face,swoon. And God, did his chest have a chest?! I can’t deal. And Ryder, fuck, looked like he lifted pick-up trucks for his meals instead of eating his protein like a good boy. Seriously, he flexed just standing still, and with black hair, hazel eyes, laugh lines, and a sharp jaw, he looked like a sexualized Marvel character. I want to lick him. I suddenly had to press my thighs together, stupid hormones.

Finally, I took in Grayson. He always did have a boyish, boy next door thing going on with his dark blond hair and cute blue eyes, but now he had more of a Lucifer Morningstar next door thing going on, wrapped in tattoos. I mean, come the fuck on. Did these guys come here and get smacked with a ‘Make A Pussy Soak’ stick? Now, they were no longer the annoying ass teens that laughed at me, they were now the older, about to make my life a living hell, grown ass men. Or make your life wonderful and full of orgasms. I ignored that thought though and shook my head.

I raised a single eyebrow and grabbed my hair to the side to settle over one shoulder, turned around and went to start the music again. I winked at them, blowing them a kiss before I walked to the pool and dove back in, laying back and closing my eyes to float. It was quiet for a few moments and it was nice until I opened one eye and I noticed how they all just stared, eyes kinda glazed over like when you see the last donut about to be eaten. Fuck man, the day you have to ask yourself, what’s wetter you or the water, is the day...well it’s today. Sigh, if I was a donut, I’d be an overfilled Boston cream, I chuckled to myself at my little dirty joke, and hummed to the music playing. Suddenly, the sun was gone, and I adjusted myself to stand in the water, to see fucking Zane blocking my light.Shouldn’t he be fucking getting an ice pack? Gotta hit him harder next time.I groaned internally, I looked up at him, fucking 6 foot plus monster, and crossed my hands under my chest. “Can I offer you some assistance? Maybe offer to remove that spiked stick up your ass?”

Someone cleared their throat and I looked over. “I have no idea what you just said, sweetheart, but all I heard was stick and ass and I’m intrigued,” said Ryder as he kneeled by the edge of the water, his jeans straining as he looked at me. I laughed and licked my lips, his eyes drawn to them immediately. What would the new sexually free Hudson do, should be the next official saying at DeLorean because it was about to get steamy, and I was going to piss Zane off.

I swam to the edge of the pool and put my hands on the edge of the pool in front of him, pushing myself up, my arms flexing, until I was eye level with him. “Really, Ryder? Let me ask you… with those two words in mind, can you live up to your name?” I blinked up at him innocently as his eyes widened and he choked. Zane growled and Grayson and Hunter laughed then coughed when Zane glared at them.

Ryder leaned over to whisper in my ear, “I can and will do way more than that, Hudson. You’ll see.” And he bit my ear lobe. A shiver worked its way up my spine and at his smirk, I smiled. I couldn’t have him having the last word. So, I reached up and pretended to reach over to touch his face, when I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the pool with me. I laughed, as he came up and sputtered.

“You little witch!” he yelled, Grayson and Hunter bent over laughing. Ryder pouted,

“You owe me, these were Italian leather combat boots.”

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