Page 38 of Her Wicked Knights
I don't understand why he gets so upset about little jokes like that. Nobody would care. His parents would still love him, maybe even harder because they'd worry the rest of the world wouldn't. The Archer's are exceptional fucking parents; I know because they've done more to raise me than fucking Geneva or my dead-beat and dead-and-buried father.
I also can't see Axel giving a shit. Hell, the guy is metrosexual himself. He used to go get pedicures with his girlfriend before they broke up, and you can't convince me he doesn't wax his eyebrows.
Plus, Rev's clearly gay... or I guess, technically bisexual. And that doesn't change anything about how well-loved he is. Hell, if anything, he's probably more well-loved for it, because guys and girls alike seem to want their shot with him. Or at least, theyseem to enjoy flirting with him. I'm sure that has more to do with who Rev is than anything else, including his sexuality.
Rev is fucking magnetic. I don't know how he does it, but he's justdifferentthan the rest of us. He's always laughing, always grinning, always putting on a charm that I don't think he even tries for. He's just got something about him that makes you want to be near him, and apparently for some people, that turns into them wanting to be beneath him, or on top of him, or... I shake my head, because I absolutely should not be wondering if my best friend is a top or bottom.
"Boys!" Audrey greets us cheerfully, pushing off the counter. I notice her movements are jerky and slow, and wonder just how much she drank since I stepped outside. I wasn't out for very long, so she must have done back-to-back shots. Lucky me, I guess, because it will be easier to pretend she's Marley when I do backshots on her tonight.
"Spawn of Satan." Tripp smirks in greeting, but it does nothing to dissuade my girlfriend from wrapping her arms around Tripp and Rev's necks. She stumbles a little as she does, and Rev ducks as she attempts to kiss him on the chest, causing her to sway further.
Fucking hell. She's getting toastedfast.
"Fallout boy." She quips back, stepping away from him to look him over. "Did you get taller?" Tripp ignores her, until she gasps obnoxiously. "You got your lip pierced? Did you do your tongue too?"
She's hooked him a little now; Tripp sticks out his tongue, flashing the neon green ball in the middle of it before turning his lips to a smirk, which shows off the piercings he got a few weeks ago. He did both sides of his bottom lip with a small silver ring, and while I don't understand it, I kind of appreciate them. They make him look less like the sappy-hearted pushover he really is under that brooding surface.
"Fuck me." Audrey moans, and Tripp takes another step back, grabbing a beer off the counter. He flips his finger in parting as he heads out to the beach and Rev chuckles before turning to lay his charm on Angela Varin.
Audrey turns to flutter her lashes at me. "You should do that with the piercing."
"You do yours first," I tell her, and she hums like she'd really do it. Somehow, I'm not surprised.
"I'm already great at blowjobs." She argues, and I scoff, which is exactly the right reaction to goad her into proving it.
"Really, babe?" She growls, dropping so suddenly to her knees that I actually step back when she reaches for my belt.
"The fuck are you doing, Graves?" I growl, gripping her by the throat when she tries to advance on me again.
"You want me to prove it? I'll prove to everyone here how good I am." She raises her hands, gesturing to the crowd of people who are most definitely watching now. "Want me to suck your dick in front of all your friends, Colton? Cause I will, if that's what you want. I—"
"Shut the fuck up." I hiss, pushing her through the crowd of people who have parted to give us some space.
"Audrey—" Jake reaches out for her as we pass him, snaring her wrist. Audrey turns to him, and I see the look he gives her. Possessive. Nervous. Afraid.
First, Jake steals the only person I've ever fucking loved, and then he steals my fucking girlfriend. She may have blackmailed me into this sham of a relationship, but we've learned how to navigate each other in the months we've been dating, and we've worked out a mutually beneficial agreement. I pretend we're together, and she gives me sexual favors in return. We started slow but she's clearly working through some daddy problems, because the type of shit she's into is unlike anything I'd have imagined from someone our age. She's either got avivid imagination, or she watches a lot of porn. Maybe even both. Whatever the reason, I don't care, because for some weird fucking reason she wants me even though I've made it clear I don't want her. I've even called her the wrong name with her lips wrapped around my cock, and she just moaned louder, pretending not to hear me calling out for her best friend as my cum coated her tongue.
"Get your fucking hands off her." I warn Jake, far more calmly than I feel. The way he's watching her pisses me off, like he thinks I'll fucking murder her or something once we're alone together. As annoying as she is, I don't wish death on her, and I'm not a fucking killer. Besides, everyone knows we're 'together'. She's probably safer with me than anyone.
"Audrey." Jake repeats, his voice deeper, harder. "Keep your fucking mouth shut."
I wrench her out of his grip on her and continue to lead her to the room we sleep in when we're here. It's the primary suite, with a nice big bed that I shove her toward as I lock the door.
Audrey falls against the mattress and scrambles onto her back so she can prop her elbows up. "You gonna punish me for trying to taste you in front of all our friends?"
I should. I should just ignore her, leave her here alone to sober up and go back to the party so she can throw up in peace. But I'm not going to. I'm hot with the alcohol in my bloodstream and the way Jake fucking touched her, and shewantsme to fuck her.
"Strip." I tell her, stepping back to watch as she watches me, questioningly, for just moment. And then she scrambles into action, like she can't get her clothes off fast enough.
I watch her lose her top first, and she's braless, so she spills free effortlessly as she drops it to the floor and moves her hands to her waist. I notice the bruise on her hip, but I don't say anything yet. It would be a big conclusion to jump to, but the wayJake grabbed her so aggressively, the way he told her to keep her mouth shut...
My stomach twists, and I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel. I don't like my girlfriend, but if someone is hurting her? Yeah, I may be capable of murder after all. It would take great composure to not kill Jake if I found out he was slapping Audrey around. She's a pain in the ass and I absolutely use her as much as she's willing to be used but hurting her like that is another thing entirely.
She doesn't even seem to notice the bruise as she shoves her panties down her legs and beckons me closer as she slides to her knees.
I let her pull my shirt over my head and then she works my cock free before bending down to pull it into her mouth. As her warmth wraps around me, I let my eyes close, going to the place where this isn't Audrey and it actually means something. My hands go to her back, holding her in place, encouraging her until I feel something warm and wet on my palm. Distracted, I pull away to see what it is and jump in surprise as I see the streaks of crimson across my hand.
Audrey's mouth wrenches away free and she looks up at me in bewilderment as I flash my palm at her. "You're fucking bleeding."
