Page 17 of The Hallows Boys

Kaiden with his sharp, knowing eyes.

Beckham with his easy but wicked smile.

Vincent with his deceivingly smooth voice.

They’re red flags if I ever saw them, but right now, I’m colorblind – desperate to know them, desperate to touch their pale skin and dark hair, find out what makes them tick, what makes them bend at the knee.

Juliet groans, and my stomach flips when I follow where she’s looking, finding the three nightmares that have kept me up at night.

My heart pounds, all the blood rushing to my core when I admire them from the shadows. They look delicious, all three of them, walking and talking as if they own the world, completely unbothered and relaxed – like they have no idea how plagued my mind is with them.

Beckham is wearing dark jeans that hang low, showing a strip of his boxers underneath where his white t-shirt has ridden up on his hips. His curly black hair sticks out from underneath a backwards hat, and I find myself wondering what it would feel like tangled between my fingers, preferably while guiding his face between my legs.

Kaiden walks up beside him, and fuck me sideways, he’s cut from stone. I lick my lips shamelessly as my mouth waters, and you won’t find a single complaint from my tongue about his exterior. He’s wearing black jeans that hug his muscular legs, his black t-shirt molding to his skin and showing off the heavy muscles of his forearms. I bite down on my bottom lip when he turns around and I get a view of his tight ass.Jesus Christ on the cross, what is wrong with my libido?

I must be spiraling, because they are so far from my usual type – I’ve always been a sucker for the golden boys. The popular athlete that loves his mama and opens my door for me. Clean-cut preps from private schools that swipe their black cards to solve their problems. But the King Fuckboys of Blackmore are from the opposite side of the scale. They give off dangerous vibes that make my stomach clench and my breath short out. They have savage smiles that send a shock wave of electricity through whatever space they’re occupying.

I spot Vinny then, clapping hands with someone in greeting. His shorts are sagged so low that I can almost see the entire shape of his ass underneath the tight boxer briefs that cover it. His white hoodie is riding up, showing a strip of skin above the black band of his underwear, and I admire the muscles in his back flexing as he talks animatedly to someone.

“Get ready for the theatrics,” Juliet groans once more. “People are going to start flocking them.”

She pretends to gag, making me laugh loud and heavy. And just as she predicted, girls start heading toward the three boys, pulling their tops down to show more cleavage and swinging their hips like they’re trying to entice them. I find myself feeling a littlegaggyas well, and I turn to Juliet to avert my gaze.

“Let’s get another drink.” I cringe outwardly. “I’m gonna need it.”

ChapterTen

KAIDEN

Alaughter that’s almost contagious has me craning my head to the right to look across the cemetery, and my lips curve into a malicious grin when I spot this year’s Hallows Girl. Sage Lindman, wearing a little black dress that exposes her legs. She must be cold, as it’s getting chillier the later it gets, and my blood starts to move a little faster when I think about her skin covered in goosebumps.

She says something to Juliet McIntosh, a girl I’ve yet to grow a liking to. She looks at me and my friends with her lip turned up in a sneer and has never hesitated to express how she feels about us. She’s not the right friend for Sage, but it might add an extra element to Halloween if Sage is being told all the bad things about us by her.

The clouds are thick tonight, covering the sky and creating shadows from the bright moon that hangs beneath them, but every now and then as the earth shifts, the moon is exposed enough to send Sage her own personal spotlight. Her blonde locks twinkle under it, and when she stands up and leads her friend to the coolers, the moon shines off of her milky skin.

“Soon,” Vinny whispers, sending a surge of electricity down my spine that leads straight to my balls. I hum as I lick my lips, salivating at the thought of tasting her.

Becks rubs his palms together, his voice strained. “I can’t wait.”

We all watch with predatory gazes as Sage pops the tab of her can of beer before she follows Juliet back to the bench they’ve claimed for the night. She drinks a generous amount, and I hear Vinny growl under his breath.

I perk a brow at him in question once I’ve met his dark gaze, and he smashes his lips together in frustration.

Becks laughs, his dark blue eyes narrowing as he stares at Sage. “He’s worried she’ll drink too much and spread her legs for someone else.”

I grunt, turning back to stare at her.

Perhaps it’s because Sage is fresh meat – legs no one in Blackmore has ever spread – but the possessiveness Vincent is feeling isn’t singular to just him. I’m feeling it too, and the way Beckham is squeezing his hands together tells me he is as well. She’s ours, no one else’s… at least until November 1st.

I’m eager to dirty up her pristine exterior, turn her skin red and swollen with my touch. She’s porcelain, and I want to peel back the layers of her flesh and find the dirty parts she doesn’t show anyone. My dick pulses as if in agreement, desperate and hungry for her.

She crosses her legs, her little dress riding up, so I get a glimpse of her skin – just enough to tempt but not satisfy.

When she puts her drink to her lips once more, I do the same, pouring back what’s left in my cup before I turn to my friends and smirk. “Time to play a game.”

ChapterEleven

SAGE

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