I shrug my shoulders. “To be fair, I feel better now that I’ve let it all out. So, it wasn’t a complete waste.”

  “If you needed to let off steam, you should have gone to the gym and taken it out on a punching bag.”

  “Nah,” I say, my grin returning. “A punching bag doesn’t hit back.”

  Bri rolls her eyes and just to make a point, she dabs antiseptic cream on my jaw and watches with delight as I squirm like a little bitch.

  “Fuck, Killer. That hurts.”

  “Hmmm, peculiar,” she says to herself. “And here I was thinking you got off on the pain. I wonder where I would have gotten that idea. Oh well.” Then just like that, she dabs the damn cream on my skin again, a wicked grin cutting across her gorgeous face.

  Fucking hell. This girl is going to be the end of me.

  She gets me cleaned up quickly, and I have to admit, after only a few months of being together, she’s become a professional at patching me up. Bri begins scrunching up the trash into a tight ball before tossing it into the empty sink and looking back at me, waiting for me to move so she can jump down, only I’m not ready to move away from her, not even close.

  My hands drop to her thighs, and I push my hips in closer, her warm cunt pressed right up against my dick. “Thank you,” I murmur, leaning in and dropping my lips to her neck.

  A soft moan slips from between her full lips, and as if on cue, she tilts her head to the side, opening up and giving me more space to play. My tongue flicks out, roaming over her neck, moving up toward the sensitive space below her ear. She reaches up and hooks her hand around the back of my neck before sliding her fingers through my hair, her nails gently moving across my scalp. “We shouldn’t,” she whispers as her leg hooks around mine, becoming tangled and pulling me in closer.

  My hands slowly inch up her perfect thighs as I grind against her pussy. “Why the hell not?” I question, my thick tone rumbling deep through the private bathroom.

  “Everybody is downstairs. They might come looking.”

  “Then I hope they enjoy the show.”

  A soft chuckle vibrates through her chest, but as my lips continue working her neck, it quickly turns into a needy moan. “You’re bad news, Tanner Morgan.”

  A grin pulls at the corners of my lips as my hands continue sliding higher, her body twitching and squirming with anticipation. “Then tell me to stop.”

  Bri groans, reaching up and gripping my face, lifting my chin to her. “Hell no.” Her lips fuse to mine with erratic desperation, and I meet her there with a fiery need of my own. I kiss her deeply, my tongue plunging into her mouth as my hands finally reach the promised land. One cups her pussy to give her just the slightest bit of relief, while the other hooks into the side of her underwear and tears them down her legs, doing what I can not to jostle her too much. I know she’ll tell me she’s fine, but I see the way she cringes when she thinks no one is watching.

  Brielle kicks her panties off her feet, her legs spreading wide as she reaches for the front of my sweatpants, her cool hand dipping inside and curling around my thick shaft. A groan rumbles through my throat, and I kiss her deeper, my hunger for her like nothing I’ve ever known.

  Bri inches my sweatpants down past my hips, refusing to release my cock as she does. Her tight fist works up and down, her thumb curling over my tip and circling the bead of moisture waiting for her.

  She pulls back from my kiss and meets my stare, making a show of releasing my cock and sucking her thumb into her mouth. She moans, and after her thumb falls from between her lips, her eyes flame with hunger as I become mesmerized by her tongue rolling over her bottom lip.

  Bri reaches for my cock as I dive for her, crushing my lips against hers once again. “Fuck, Killer,” I mumble against her warm mouth, gliding my fingers over her clit and making her jolt against me. I do it again and she gasps into my mouth, and I can’t help but need her more.

  She’s like putty in my hand, willing to take anything I give her, just the way I like it.

  Her grip tightens on my cock, stroking up and down as I circle her clit with my thumb. When I stretch my fingers down, she’s soaking wet for me, and I don’t hesitate to push two thick fingers inside, deep and fast, curling them just the way she likes.

  “Oh, fuck,” she grunts, tipping her head back, opening that gorgeous throat for me again. I give it to her again, watching the way her eyes roll to the back of her head, and just to be the perfect gentleman, I flick my tongue over her warm skin once more.

  My fingers plunge deeper, and I swirl them around inside her, feeling her walls tighten as my thumb works her clit. I’ve got the perfect rhythm, driving her crazy with need, only when she reaches lower with her other hand and takes my balls firmly, I just about lose it.

  “Shit, Killer. I need to fuck you.”

  “Shirt,” she pants. “Take my shirt off. I need to feel you against me.”

  A chance to get those perfect tits in my mouth? Fuck, yeah.

  Without a moment of hesitation, I grip the fabric and pull it over her head, throwing it toward the shower. I can’t help the way my gaze drops to her toned body, seeing the bandages still across her lower stomach, reminding me that while I’m railing her into oblivion, I need to be careful.

  She’s fucking perfect, every man’s wet dream, and those fucking tits—I could fuck them every day for the rest of my life and never get enough. God, what I wouldn’t give to spurt hot cum all over them.

  My fingers trail over the soft curve of her tits, but my desperation is too great, turning my gentle touch into a firm grasp as my thumb rolls over her pebbled nipple.

  “Tanner, fuck,” she cries, her head tilted back as my fingers plunge deep inside her again, working her just right. She draws me closer with her legs, panting with desperation. “I need you inside me,” Killer begs. “Now. Please.”

  Fuck me. Who am I to say no?

  Pulling my fingers from her throbbing cunt, I line myself up with her entrance before gripping the back of her neck. Her stare locks onto mine, both of us lost in one another’s gaze, the intensity quickly building. I don’t dare look away, and as I push into her, stretching her walls, she crushes her lips to mine.

  Bri groans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound with a fierce eagerness.

  I keep pushing, keep sinking deeper until there’s nowhere left for me to go, and only then do I pause, completely succumbing to her warmth. She clenches around me and I tremble. It’s like Christmas fucking morning.

  “Fuck,” I groan, meeting her stare. “If this is hurting, if it’s too much, you need to fucking tell me now.”

  Bri pulls back, the wild rise and fall of her chest moving against mine. “I’m okay. It’s not hurting,” she promises. “But you need to start moving. I can’t take it anymore.”

  My cock twitches inside her and I grin, more than ready to give her exactly what she’s asking for.

  I grab her thighs, pull her right to the edge of the counter, and push her shoulders back against the mirror, giving me the perfect view of my cock buried deep inside her cunt, while she’s in a much easier position to relax. I pull back, unable to tear my stare away from the way my cock glistens with her wetness.

  Bri groans at the movement and I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit, gently circling and preparing her for what’s to come. “You ready?” I mutter, my voice deeper than usual.

  She lets out a heavy breath. “Fuck me, Tanner.”

  Goddamn.

  I slam back into her, my balls pressing against her as she gasps, her hand flying out and gripping the edge of the sink. “Oh, fuck. Yes,” she pants, not a hint of pain in her raspy tone. “Again.”

  I give it to her again, pushing deep inside her slick heat over and over again, my cock just about ready to fucking explode. I work her harder, rubbing her clit as my thighs push her legs wider, the perfect view of her sweet cunt. Fuck, if I weren’t already buried deep inside her, I’d be on my knees eating her out like a fucking buffet.

  In. Out. Rub. In. Out.

  It’s a torturous cycle, but it’s fucking everything.

  Bri’s walls tighten around me, and I know she’s close. So, I give her more, pushing her to her limits as my fingers curl around her breast, gently pinching and watching as her whole body jolts. “Holy fuck,” she cries out. “Again.”

  I give her exactly what she needs, watching as her eyes clench and her grip on the sink tightens. My lips kick up into a cocky grin, watching her come apart under my touch.

  “You okay?” I ask with a deep grunt.

  She nods, panting heavily. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Let me see you, Killer,” I demand, my balls itching for release. “Come for me.”

  Her whole body spasms as her orgasm rocks through her. “Oh, fuck,” she breathes, her head tipping back against the mirror as she clenches her eyes. Her walls convulse around me, squeezing me so damn tight, and it’s the best fucking feeling known to man.

  Her sweet cunt pushes me to my limits, but I hold on, not daring to stop until she comes down from her high, and only then do I tear out of her and shoot hot spurts of cum across her chest. She looks back at me like a fucking vixen, taking it all just as I knew she would.

  My knees go fucking weak, and I catch myself against the counter, my hands falling on either side of her thighs. “Holy fuck,” I breathe, unable to take my eyes off my load across her tits, slowly dripping over her nipples and down the curve of her breast. “You look good enough to eat.”

  “Oh yeah?” she questions, bringing her finger up and trailing it over her tits, sliding it through my cum. Her hooded gaze lifts back to mine, full of fire. “Then come and get me.”

  My tongue flicks out and rolls over my bottom lip, hunger already burning through my gut. I lift my hand, brushing my thumb over the soft curve of her tit, dragging it through my cum before lifting it to her mouth. She opens wide, eagerly sucking it into her mouth. “You hungry, Killer?”

  “Starving,” she says, her eyes burning for more.

  Curling my arm around her waist, I lift her off the vanity, her body pressed firmly against mine as I walk us into the shower. Pinning her against the tiles, I kiss her deeply, then reach around her to turn on the shower.

  She gasps at the cold water on her skin, and I put her down before taking her hips and spinning her around, keeping the majority of her bandages away from the water. Though let’s be honest, I’m going to have to replace them after this. My chest presses to her back and I take her hands, placing them on the cool tiles as she looks back over her shoulder, watching me closely.

  Taking her hips, I pull her back, bending her over until that sweet ass is up in the air. And just when I have her exactly where I want her, I drop to my knees behind her, more than ready for dessert.

  Leaning in, I close my mouth over her cunt, my tongue flicking out and working her clit as my hands come to her ass cheeks, firmly squeezing before inching toward the center and pressing against her hole. She pushes back against me, and just like that, I go to fucking town, giving her exactly what she wants.

  Chapter 9

  BRIELLE

  Two weeks.

  Two long-ass, painful weeks of having my bed next to Jaxon Morgan’s bed while he whines about Arizona ruining his dick.

  I never thought I’d be excited to go back to school, but the second the doctor cleared us all, I couldn’t have been happier. Not because that meant I was healing, but because I get to spend hours at a time without hearing about Jax’s dick.

  Don’t get me wrong, I bet there are plenty of thirsty hoes at school who would love to hang off every word Jax says, especially when he’s talking about his dick. Hell, I bet the majority of them have already spread their legs for him a time or two, but that won’t be happening anymore. At least not until he can get this shit with Ari sorted. But it appears that’ll never happen because she’s been avoiding him like the plague.

  Today should be interesting though. She can run, but she can’t hide. If Jax gets her in his sights, she’s screwed. Even with a hole stabbed through his liver, there’s nothing she can do to evade him now. It’s been torture. She blocked him on all her socials, even blocked me and Addison after he was caught stealing our phones to try and contact her. Hell, Tanner even caught him trying to steal his bike, and if it weren’t for the fact he accidentally set off the alarm while trying to start it, he would have gotten away with it.

  At least now things can start to go back to normal. Well, mostly.

  As long as Tanner’s mom will let me, I’ll be staying at her place. I haven’t seen or heard from my mom since she walked out of my hospital room nearly three weeks ago. Not even a quick text asking me if I was alright or checking up on how I’ve been healing.

  I miss her, and fuck, I hate that I miss her. It makes me feel like I’m holding on to a piece of my childhood that doesn’t deserve to have me. She’s not the same woman I lived with in Hope Falls. She’s a stranger now, and what’s worse is that I don’t know if the mother I love and miss even exists anymore.

  Tanner drives through the student parking lot of Bradford Private and reaches across to hold my hand, feeling the eyes of the whole student body already on us. I let out a shaky breath and drop my gaze to our joined hands. I don’t know why I feel so nervous about this. It’s been three weeks since I was at school, plenty of time for talk to die down. Besides, Riley and Ilaria told me that most of the talk centers around Tanner and Addison. While people know most of what happened, no one has heard the story directly from any of us. There are questions that haven’t been answered, and their curiosity must be killing them. I just know today is going to be hell, and it won’t stop until the masses get what they want. Though they’ll have to get used to disappointment, because this is something none of us will be sharing with the outside world anytime soon.

  Tanner pulls his Mustang into his parking spot and cuts the engine before turning to me. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he questions, knowing just how bad it’s been. After all, he’s been in and out of school over the past few weeks, attending just enough to keep his spot on the team and not be benched for any of the games. Though to be fair, his coach knows most of everything that’s happened, and if he were to come down hard on Tanner for needing a day or two at home, I’d beat his ass into the next century.

  “Not really,” I admit, looking up into those deep, dark eyes. “But I have to face it at some point. Besides, all I got was a little stab wound. I doubt anyone will even notice me when Addison will be walking the halls.”

  Tanner’s lips press into a hard line, knowing just how right I am. This isn’t just Addison’s first day back after being stabbed, it’s her first day since Colby raped her months ago. Sure, there might be heat on me and Tanner today with questions flying left, right, and center, but it will be nothing compared to the speculation, rumors, and whispers Addison will have to face.

  The very thought of what Addison will have to go through has me glancing out the window to Hudson’s car, watching as she climbs out of his passenger seat. There’s fear in her eyes, but there’s also a strong determination. Hell, if she can survive Colby, she can survive high school. She’s going to be okay. She’s got both Hudson and Tanner at her back. If someone even looks at her the wrong way, the boys will be there to protect her.

  “Come on,” I tell him. “Let’s just get it over and done with.”

  Tanner nods, and as we climb out of the Mustang, we find Arizona, Chanel, and Ilaria already making their way toward us. Arizona barrels into me, flinging her arms around my shoulders and locking me in her embrace. “How are you?” she questions, refusing to let me go. “Are you doing okay? Ilaria said you were healing really well, and I swear, I wanted to see you but I just … freaking Tanner. It’s all his fault. If he didn’t kidnap you and keep you holed up in his house for the past few weeks, I would have been able to see you.”

  “What?” Tanner butts in. “How the hell is this my fault? If you wanted to see her, you could have. It’s not on me that you’re too chicken shit to be in the same room as Jax.”

  Arizona’s hand whips out, poking Tanner hard in the ribs. “Mind ya business, asswipe.”

  Tanner rolls his eyes and shakes his head before taking off toward the front gates of the school, leaving us to trail behind and continue our conversation in peace. “I’m fine,” I tell her, lifting the hem of my shirt and showing off my scar. “See, it’s barely even a scratch.”

  Tanner scoffs up ahead, but luckily he decides to keep his comments to himself.

  The girls roll their eyes at his back, and I try not to laugh at his expense. “Really though, I’m just happy to have my freedom back. Don’t get me wrong, being holed up with Tanner for weeks on end, using him as my personal sex slave and butler isn’t so bad, but I’m ready for life to get back to normal. Besides, if I have to spend one more day sleeping in the same room as Jax, I’m going to go insane. I don’t know how you ever spent so much time with him. The guy is a basket case.”

  Arizona smirks before remembering she’s supposed to hate him right now and presses her lips into a hard line. “How, umm … how is he?” she asks, hesitation strong in her tone. “I mean like, he’s not dying or anything?”

  “He’ll live,” I tell her. “He’s healing fine, but he’s super irritable. You know what he’s like. He can’t handle sitting around and doing nothing. It was a win being cleared to come back to school, but his doctor hasn’t cleared him for exercise yet. That could still be a while. He has to take it easy, and hoooooly shit, he’s pissed. It basically puts him out for the rest of the season. I heard about it all night.”

  Arizona cringes as Ilaria just laughs. “I do not envy you,” she says. “I got locked in the closet with him in seventh grade after playing seven minutes in heaven. This was back when he was a frigid little bitch and was too scared to say the word pussy, let alone eat one, and instead of rocking my world for seven minutes straight, the idiot just talked, like non-stop to the point I had to bail early. He was literally sucking all the oxygen out of the closet, and I swore that I’d never be locked in the same room alone with him ever again. Like seriously, girl,” she says, turning to Arizona. “It’s not too late to reconsider this whole wanting to be with him thing. Honestly, I don’t know how he doesn’t drive you insane.”