Chapter 26

Delaney

“Girl, you look so good!” Winter compliments, looking me up and down. “Your new man better watch out because all eyes are going to be on you.”

“Please.” I laugh. “I’m dressed as a nun.”

“A sexy nun. And with those fishnet stockings and hooker boots.” She fans herself. “If you weren’t my bestie, I’d be on my knees begging for a chance.”

“Stop it.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You look cute too.”

“Thank you.” She does a twirl, her Red Riding Hood cape flowing around her body.

“What about me?” Justin asks, stepping into the room.

We’re at the house in my bedroom, getting ready to go to a Halloween party. Winter wanted all of us to get ready together and hang out for the night. I was told Stacy wouldn’t be going to this party as she’s throwing her own.

I hate that I can’t just hang out with Elijah. He’s really sweet and fun to be around. I miss him. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen him, and I haven’t run into him at school or anything.

“You look hairy.” I laugh.

He puts the wolf’s head on. “What about now?”

“Makes me think of the shifter romance I’m reading,” Winter says.

Justin pulls off the head and cocks a brow at Winter. “Like, wolves?” Winter nods. “Do they like fuck and stuff?”

“Yes.” Winter laughs.

“In wolf form?” Justin’s eyes go comically wide.

“Sometimes.” Winter shrugs with no shame.

“Damn. That sounds kind of hot. So, I remind you of them, huh?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Does it make you want to reenact anything?”

I watch as Winter’s cheeks pinken, but she shakes her head. “No.”

Huh. Is Miss-I-Only-Like-Girls, maybe getting feelings for our funny best friend? Winter hasn’t outright said she was a lesbian, only her sexual preference. Maybe she prefers women but isn’t so opposed to men as she made it sound.

They have been spending a lot more time together, and I do think it’s cute that as soon as Justin found out Winter was going as Red Riding Hood, he picked the big bad wolf as his costume for the night.

“Shame.” Justin grins and then turns to me. “And what did I hear about you having a man?” He narrows his eyes at me accusingly.

Guilt hits me because he knows his best friend really likes me. And I really like Logan. But I also really like Kai. Hell, I still find myself thinking about Elijah and Owen, even if I don’t see them often. I thought time would help, but my head is still a mess regarding the guys.

“I’ve been kind of seeing someone.” I look away, pretending to fix my costume.

“Who?” he asks.

“No one you know.” At least, I don’t think he does. He doesn’t have World History.

“Does this guy have a name?” Elijah’s voice has me spinning around. Only it’s not him standing in my doorway, it’s Deadpool.

“Well, look at you.” Justin chuckles. “Don’t you fill out that costume well?”

My eyes drop to Elijah’s junk. Fucking hell, he looks like he’s packing.

“And I’m going to change.” He turns on his heel, but Winter rushes over to him.

“You look awesome. Justin is just being Justin,” she reassures.

Is it bad that all I can think about right now is being pushed up against the wall by Deadpool and being fucked? I wouldn’t even care if it was Ryan Reynolds or Elijah. It’s the costume that does it for me.

Huh. Do I have a role-play kink?

“Alright, who’s ready?” I’m using this time to distract Elijah from asking more about Kai.

“Wait!” Winter says. “We have to take photos.”

After ten minutes of photos, we finally head downstairs.

“Don’t you all look awesome,” Mom says, standing there with Benny on her hip.

“Oh my god.” My eyes well with tears. “He’s a little pumpkin.”

I don’t even think about it as I go over to her and take Benny from her arms. He looks up at me with a big smile and lets out that squeal I miss so much. “Hey, little man.” I kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you so much. Are you feeling better?”

I hated hearing he was sick a few weeks ago. Mom said Logan had been having a rough time for a few days. It took everything in me not to go over and help.

“He’s doing good. Teething a lot,” Mom says.

“I can tell.” I laugh. “Look at all that drool.” He sticks his tongue out and blows. I laugh as he gets some on me. I miss him so damn much it hurts. “Where’s Logan?”

“Practice.”

“Still?” Because practice was over two hours ago, seeing how Justin is here with us.

“He said he’s staying late to run some drills. After the last few losses, he’s been pretty hard on himself.”

“I keep telling him he’s not the reason we lost. The other teams were some of the hardest to beat,” Justin adds.

“We better get going,” Winter says. “The car is waiting outside for us.”

“Be a good boy, okay,” I tell Benny, kissing his forehead before handing him back to Mom.

“You all be safe, okay? If you need anything, just call.”

“We will.” I give Mom a hug and kiss before heading out with everyone to the town car that's going to be taking us to the party.

Justin hops in the front with the driver. Winter slides in, then me, then Elijah. I’m trapped between the two of them. I didn’t think this seating arrangement over well.

Needing to distract myself, I message Kai.

Kai: Where did you go, Sweetheart? Can’t leave me hanging like that.

I smile and send him a photo of me in my costume that Winter took. He texts back a moment later.

Kai: Is it bad that I want to do very dirty, sinful things to you?

“Who’s that?” Elijah asks, and I quickly put my phone away.

“No one.”

“This no one seems to know how to make you smile,” he mutters.

Guilt hits me. I feel like I’m betraying him by moving on with someone else. That I’m betraying all three of them.

“Please don’t be like that.” I look over at him.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “It’s just. This fucking sucks.”

“What does?”

“You, being away. I get why you're doing it, but I fucking hate it. I feel like I lost you before I even got the chance to have you. I thought we could at least be friends, but we can’t even have that.”

I don’t know what to say, my stomach twisting up inside. “I’m sorry,” is all I can come up with.

“Don’t be. It’s life. And mine is always complicated,” he whispers, looking out the window.

I turn to look at Winter, who’s watching him with a sad expression. “E, tonight is a night to party and have fun!”

“We don’t party,” he grumbles. “I don’t even know why we’re going out. We normally sit at home and watch movies.”

“I know. But this year, we have Laney. And we can’t hide away all the time. We’re in college. We gotta enjoy ourselves.”

“Can’t wait to go hang out with a bunch of drunk assholes, most of whom have made our lives a living hell. Yay.”

Well, this is awkward.

“Elijah Cross. If you do not stop being a Debbie Downer, I will have the driver turn this car around and leave you at home!” she scolds. Oh, I sure do love feisty Winter.

“Sorry,” Elijah mutters.

“Better,” Winter huffs.

“Looks like Winter has a little frostbite.” Justin grins.

“Really?” I laugh at the corny comment.

Thankfully, it’s not a long ride to the frat house that’s holding the party.

“I need a drink,” Elijah says, leaving us as he heads into the house.

“I’m gonna make sure he’s okay,” Winter tells me.

“Maybe tonight wasn’t a good idea.”

I was in a good mood before, but now I’m kind of just wanting to go home and go to bed. I feel like I’m always ruining things. They didn’t ask for me to come into their lives and change everything, yet since I’ve been here, all I’ve seem to have done is hurt people.

“It is. He’s just missing you. I promise we can have fun.” She smiles before running off after Elijah.

“Come on, Laney Girl. Let’s go get you fucked up.” Justin tosses his arm over my shoulder.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

An hour later, I’m drunk. I’m not even joking. I’ve been taking shots left and right. I just want to shut my brain off.

I hate who I am right now. I hate how complicated my life has gotten.

I’m head over heels for an older man who is my professor. I’m pinning after my stepbrother, who has a baby mama from hell. And I find myself having the hots for his two brothers.

Maybe I should just transfer to another school and start over again. Where no one knows me, and I can have a fresh start.

Yet the idea of leaving makes me want to fucking cry. I’m so over this shit.

At least right now, I’m enjoying myself. The alcohol has numbed my thoughts.

“Dance with me,” I hear someone yell over the music. Turning around, I find a sexy Deadpool.

“Okay.” I smile because he’s hot.

“I’ve been watching you all night.” He pulls me into his arms, pressing his lower half to mine. I suck in a breath when I feel his erection. I’m about to punch him in the face and call him a creep when I remember this is Elijah. At least, I think it is.

Grabbing the bottom of his mask, I lift it up to see Elijah’s handsome face and bloodshot eyes.

“Okay, good, it’s you,” I sigh as I pull his mask back into place.

“Who else would it be?” he asks.

“No one.” I wrap my arms around his neck. This is a bad idea, but drunk Laney doesn’t care.

All I care about is how good I feel in his arms, his body pressed to mine.

He leans in to speak in my ear. “You look sexy tonight, Laney.”

“So do you. I always wanted to fuck Deadpool.”

Elijah groans. “Damn it, Laney.” He grinds his cock against my belly. “I want that so fucking bad.”

He spins me around so that my ass is grinding against his dick. He grips my hips, holding me in place as we rock to the music together. I lift my arms, winding them around his neck.

Closing my eyes, I smile as I just let myself feel everything.

“Do you remember what I said to you at the wedding?” he asks me.

“I could never forget. Didn’t seem like something you would say.”

“I may have been a little drunk before the wedding,” he admits, surprising me.

“Why?”

“Because seeing you in that dress, I knew it was going to wreck me. Seeing you at all drives me wild. And then I’m reminded you can never be mine.”

That’s depressing. I don’t like that.

“But tonight, just for this song, please agree to be mine, Laney,” he pleads.

“Okay,” I breathe, my body on fire as his hands roam.

This room is packed, bodies pressed against bodies. Everyone is dressed up, and I can’t tell who half the people are.

They all seem to be enjoying themselves, letting go. So why not me?

Elijah wraps his arms around me, holding me close as I continue to dance with him.

My belly burns with need, the feeling of his cock rubbing against me has my clit pulsing.

His breathing picks up the longer we dance, our movements becoming faster and faster. My head spins, my body tingles.

Elijah lets out a groan, and my eyes widen when I feel his cock pulsing against my ass. Did he just cum?

Holy fuck, why is that hot.

“Shit,” he curses. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I turn around in his arms. “It’s hot knowing just my ass got you off.” I bet he’s so red under that mask.

“I... I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

He takes off through the crowd, and I’m left here by myself and horny.

“I need a drink,” I mutter to myself.

As I’m heading to the kitchen, I see Winter dancing with a girl. But she’s not alone; Justin is behind her, Winter trapped between them.

“Holy crap.” They look pretty hot together. Or maybe that's just me still aroused by my moment with Elijah. I wish he didn’t take off, I wanted more.

Grabbing my drink, I decide I need to head outside for some fresh air. It’s too crowded in here, and I feel grossly hot in this costume.

Stumbling out the door, I decide to sit on the bench under the tree across the lawn.

By the time I get there, I’m fucking tired. “I’m too drunk for this.” I groan as I sit down on the bench.

“Are you now?” a voice has me jumping. I whip my head to the side to find Owen sitting there.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

He gives me an amused look. “Partying like everyone else.” He raises his beer bottle before taking a drink.

“Where’s your costume?” Man, he’s sexy. His hair has grown back out a bit. It’s long enough for me to run my fingers through it and tug. I’ve missed him.

“I’m wearing it.” He chuckles.

My brows furrow. “You're dressed in a leather jacket... I think. Who are you supposed to be?”

His eyes meet mine, and my breathing stutters at the heated look in his eyes. It’s a mix of anger and want. “Who’s your boyfriend?”

The question takes me by surprise. “What?”

“My brother mentioned you were seeing someone. Who is it?” The question comes out with a bit of a growl.

My pulse races as nerves fill my stomach. “No one you know,” I answer, not denying I have a boyfriend. “And he’s not my boyfriend. Not yet.”

“Yet?” he growls. “So you plan on making things official with this asshole?”

“He’s not an asshole.” I frown. “You don’t even know him.”

“I don’t need to know him to know he’s not for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, getting angry. “And who is?”

He grabs me and pulls me to him until I’m straddling his lap. My lips part in surprise as my chest heaves. His two large hands cup my face, and he yanks me forward. “Me,” he growls before smashing his lips to mine.

I moan as his tongue slips in and over mine. I kiss him back, grinding my pussy against the hard bulge in his pants. His tongue, his smell, fucking consume me.

I want him, I want more. I’m going out of my mind right now.

What is right and wrong? Who fucking knows.

“That's it, baby,” he groans as I start to shamelessly use him to get off. He grabs my waist, kissing me again as he picks me up and carries me to the nearest tree.

His hands are all over me, roaming my body. I’m burning up, this aching need to cum filling my bones.

“Owen,” I pant out, tossing my head back against the tree as he ruts against me, my ass pressed against the trunk. “Fuck, that feels so good. I’m so close.”

“Be a good girl and cum for me, Laney,” Owen growls.

My nails dig into his shoulders, eyes closing as I revel in the feel of his thick hard cock moving against my swollen clit.

“I saw you in there with my brother. Such a naughty girl. The way you moved against him. Fuck, Laney, it got me so hard. Do you feel what you do to me?” he snarls, sucking and nipping at my neck.

“Owen,” I sob out, so fucking close to my orgasm.

“Say my name again,” he groans.

One, two, three more bucks of his hips, and I’m biting the inside of my cheek as I shatter. “Owen,” I whimper as my body shakes in his arms, my pussy fluttering around nothing as waves of pleasure pulse in my core.

“God, damn it, Laney!” he rumbles.

I feel drunk, but not on alcohol. Nope, I’m drunk on a whole new level. My body is humming with pleasure as my chest heaves to catch my breath.

He’s still hard against me, and my mouth waters, wanting to take care of it myself. Unclasping my legs from around his waist, I put my feet on the ground and slide to my knees.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice rough and husky as he looks down at me.

I say nothing, grinning as I pull him out of his jeans. His cock is thick and long, and I want to taste him.

“Fucking hell, Laney.” He lets out this feral groan as I take him into my mouth. He’s big, but I make it work. “That's it, baby, such a dirty girl. Suck on it.” He grabs a handful of my hair, and I moan at the sting of pain as he holds my head still. I watch as Owen fucks my mouth, leaning against the tree as his hips move fast.

The sounds he makes has heat growing inside me again. I love that I’m making him feel so good. I suck and gag, using my teeth to scrape against his shaft. He hisses as he thrusts roughly.

“I’m going to cum, Laney. Are you going to take it?” I nod, moaning around his length. “Yeah, you are. Such a dirty fucking girl,” he growls. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He drives all the way in before spilling down my throat. I struggle to swallow every jet of cum that he empties inside my mouth.

When he pulls out, I gasp for air as he looks down at me in awe. “You're so fucking gorgeous,” he says, brushing his thumb against my lips.

I moan when he wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me to my feet. I scramble to go with the movement. Then he’s pressing me against the tree again.

“Do you want to keep being my good girl?” Owen asks, his grip tightening.

“Yes,” I pant out, knowing right now, in this moment, I’d do anything. Alcohol and I are a dangerous mix, it seems.

“You see, my big brother, he’s been losing his mind without you.” Owen spins me around. Grabbing my hands, he places them on the tree. “He wants you, Laney. So bad it’s controlling his every thought. His every need.”

“Logan?” I ask, wondering why he’s talking about his brother.

“Yes. Logan.” Owen grips my hips and pulls my ass out. Looking over my shoulder, I see him crouch down and lift up my dress. “You see, I want to give him something.”

“What?” I whisper, head spinning, chest aching.

“You.” He leans over and bites my ass, making me suck in a breath. “You think you're so clever, Laney. Staying away because you think that's what's best for Logan. For Benny. There's so much you don’t know. So much you could have known if you just stayed long enough to ask.”

“What are you talking about?” I moan as he moves my panties to the side and licks.

“Soon, baby, soon everything will be okay. But until then, we need you to dump whoever this fucker is you’ve met. Because you're ours, Laney. And no other man can have you.”

Dump Kai? No, I can’t do that. I like him too much. And what does he mean this is going to be over soon? What is he talking about?

I let my head hang as I feel a cock pressing inside me. I moan as he stretches me good. Hands grip my hips as an animalistic groan sounds from behind me. In and out, he moves, building speed with every thrust.

The feeling of his thick cock gliding against my aching core feels amazing. When his fingers press against my sensitive clit, I nearly buckle. “Doesn’t that feel good, Laney?” Owen whispers, his voice a purr. “Doesn’t it feel so fucking good to have him fuck you like this? Like he would die if he didn’t.”

It takes a moment for my drunk, hazy mind to catch up, his words registering. I open my eyes to find Owen next to me, on his knees, as he plays with my clit with his sinful fingers.

But wait. If he’s there, who the fuck is fucking me?!

I quickly turn to see Logan standing behind me, his face contorted in pain and pleasure as he fucks me hard, pounding into me so damn good.

“We’re all a little lost, Laney. Halloween night does some strange things to people, you know?” Owen says.

My eyes find his again. I’m panting hard, body building from the pleasure. I’m so confused but so damn turned on. Logan is fucking me, only when I look back at him, I don’t see the Logan I know.

“Alcohol changes him, makes him into a man he’s not too proud of. Why do you think he never drinks?” Owen chuckles. “I caught him being naughty and you seem to be the only thing keeping him from doing some naughty, naughty things.”

“Oh, fuck!” I shout as Logan’s cock hits my sweet spot at the same time as Owen pinches my clit.

“You’re going to be a good girl and cum around his cock. Then he’s going to fill you up really fucking good. I’m going to take him home, and you're going to spend the night thinking about how it felt to have all three of us again. Remember who you belong to,” he commands, his voice deep and authoritative, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Then he slaps my fucking pussy, making me cum so hard I almost black out. I lean over and bite my arm, screaming as the powerful orgasm hits me hard.

Logan’s grip on my hips is painful as he lets out a snarl, fucking me so rough I nearly fall over. Then he groans loud and long as his cock jerks inside me. Stream after stream of cum fills me, coating my inner walls.

“That's a good girl.” Owen brushes his lips against my forehead. “Elijah is going to get you home safe, okay?”

I’m so disoriented that all I can do is nod. I whimper as I feel Logan’s cock fall free, a gush of cum going with it.

“Fuck, you look so sexy filled with our cum, baby girl,” Owen groans before putting my panties back in place. He kisses my ass cheek before giving it a little tap.

Next thing I know, I’m passed out, and someone is carrying me. I manage to open my eyes to see Elijah’s handsome face.

Closing my eyes, I let myself go back to sleep, knowing I’m safe, and drift back into the very odd yet perfect dream I must have been having.

Because there's no way that really just happened, is there?