Page 44 of Kings & Corruption

Willa

Ispent the day reviewing my class schedule and ordering books online. I loaded up with pre-reqs, because let’s be honest, I had zero interest in a degree from Aventine U and even less interest in the business classes that made up most of their curriculum.

The name of the game was getting through this year to find out what happened to Emma. I didn’t know what would come after that, but if I decided to go to school somewhere else, I could always transfer the credits from my prerequisites.

I went down to the kitchen to forage for food at lunchtime and was told by Matt that there was a party that night at the quarry. In any other situation, I would have been eager to skip it, but apparently it was a big deal. All the other houses would be there, which meant it was a prime opportunity to do some digging on Emma’s disappearance.

I’d exchanged phone numbers with Claire before leaving the ball the night before, so I texted her for the dress code. She quickly fired back “slutty casual,” which made me laugh out loud.

With that in mind, I chose a pair of frayed denim cutoffs that barely covered my ass and an off-the-shoulder floral crop top. I paired the outfit with platform sandals and hoped for a trail leading to the quarry.

Rock and Oscar were already in the back seat by the time I got to the Hummer. In the few seconds I spent trying to decide whether to cram myself in next to Rock or deal with riding shotgun next to a surly Neo, Rock growled and pulled me onto his lap.

I spent the next twenty minutes bouncing over potholes with his hard dick under my ass while Neo drove up the mountain. By the time we reached the clearing packed with cars, I was soaking wet, the impulse to turn around and ride Rock’s dick like a prize-winning cowgirl almost impossible to resist.

Somehow, I managed. But damn. It actually hurt.

“Thank Christ,” Rock muttered in my ear when Neo pulled the Hummer to a stop. “My dick’s about to explode.”

At least I wasn’t the only one in need of a fire hose to put out the inferno raging through my body.

“I call Willa for the ride home,” Oscar said.

“Jesus,” Neo muttered. “You’re both a bunch of babies.”

I noticed that his knuckles were bruised and hoped someone, somewhere, had gotten sick of his shit and landed a few punches before he hit back.

“Don’t be a hater just because you don’t have a shot in hell of having Willa’s sweet ass bouncing all over your dick,” Rock said.

“Fuck you,” Neo said darkly, pulling blankets and chairs out of the back of the Hummer.

I should have protested being treated like a piece of meat, right? Wasn’t that what a good feminist would do?

I didn’t though. I told myself it was because it wasn’t worth it, because I didn’t have the energy, because they were just having fun.

But deep down I knew it was because Ilikedit.

No,likewas too mild a word.

I fucking loved it.

What girl wouldn’t love having two hot guys vying for her attention? I mean, I was only human.

I tried to help carry the blankets, chairs, and cooler, but the guys wouldn’t have any of it. They just picked everything up in their giant arms and started down a path that wound through the trees, carrying everything easily, as if they weren’t loaded up like pack mules.

The sun was setting, a bonfire raging in a wide clearing surrounded by trees on three sides. The fourth side was nothing but sky, clearly some kind of cliff.

The clearing was thick with bodies, my peers talking and laughing and dancing to music that thumped from a big speaker. Several coolers were set up around groups of chairs, and I looked around, trying to get a handle on who was who.

It wasn’t hard. The Saints — members of the Bishops’ frat — were easiest to spot, congregating near a group of chairs and blankets at one side of the bonfire. The men were dark and sensual, with hooded eyes, lush lips, and sculpted cheekbones, their beauty rivaled only by the women in their midst who were a tangle of curves and long dark hair.

A group of enormous men with angular features and sharp eyes had gathered to their right. Their shoulders were like brick walls, and I would have pegged them as members of the Knight’s house even if Alexa Petrov hadn’t been with them, glaring at me with pointed hatred.

She was gorgeous, I’d give her that. She’d poured herself into a pair of tight black jeans, and her perfect boobs spilled out of an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt that had been artfully arranged to look sloppy.

“You’re staring, gorgeous.”

I looked up to find Rock grinning down at me. I was getting used to the fact that he was almost always in jeans and a white T-shirt, but Rock in faded jeans and a white T-shirt did not look like your average guy in faded jeans and a white T-shirt.

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