8. Shaun

MrFosterisRhys’ Sponsor?

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!

“You’re a fucking teacher, you sicko!”

“Keep your voice down!” Tyler, FP Catholic’s Head of Sports, hisses back at me.

I can see it now. Skipper and Mr Foster are the same height and built like a brick wall. With the mask he had on last night, it was hard to tell, but now that I see his eyes and see his lips which kissed Kitten’s pussy with lustrous nips, I can tell it definitely was him.

“This is like… against the law!” I hiss again through clenched teeth, and Rhys laughs, gaining my attention.

“Bossi, come on now. Everything about what happened last night was against the law, even for you. We both go there knowing we are underage. That adults are using our bodies for pleasure. Don’t pretend like this is news to you.”

My brows shoot up as I let her words sink in. I know she’s right. The truth of it is we don’t know who we are fucking at the Feast nights. The people there are probably from all walks of life. They pretend like they don’t know we aren’t of legal age, and they enjoy us as much as we enjoy them. Still, I can’t get past the fact that Mr Foster, my fucking PE teacher, is involved.

“No, fuck that, Rhys. He is totally taking advantage of you.” I point an accusing finger at the man in question, but he just lifts a brow, looking bored.

Dropping her chin to her chest, Rhys sighs. She looks utterly fuckable as usual, wearing her hair in those twisty things on each side of her head. So different to last night when her hair was down in a cascade of dark silk. It’s like Rhys and Kitten are two different people. To look at anyway. Not personality. They are both just as sex-crazed as each other.

“Shaun, calm down. You have it all backwards. Tyler isn’t taking advantage of me. I’ve been taking advantage of him.”

“What?” My brows furrow. “I don’t understand.”

“We can explain it to you, but not here and not now.” Mr Foster walks to the front of the room and takes out a sheet of paper, scribbling something on it.

I can’t take my eyes off Rhys for long. Fuck, she’s in my head bad. I hardly slept last night, my brain replaying everything again and again. I even had to rub one out before I left for school this morning, I was so worked up. This chick is a siren, and fuck if I’m not under her spell.

“Here.” Mr Foster snaps me out of my thoughts, and I see him holding out a slip of paper. “Detention slips. Go there after school. I’ll swing by and select you both to help me with some community service work. We can talk then.”

I take the slip he hands me and then watch as Rhys takes hers, scrunching it up and sliding it in her pocket.

“I’ll put it with the other two I’ve already gotten for uniform violations today.” She grins like a brat, so proud of her accomplishments.

Mr Foster smirks, shaking his head and returning to the front of the room while I stand feeling like a lost puppy, not sure what to do. This whole situation isn’t sitting well with me, yet Rhys doesn’t seem that bothered by it.

I follow Rhys out of the room a minute later, and we slowly walk side by side down the empty corridor, my head swimming with what the fuck is going on.

“Don’t overthink it, Bossi. You’ll find out later who the real predator is.” At my confused glance, Rhys adds, “Here’s a hint. It’s not Skipper.”

We walk silently down the long passage that runs along the stadium, passing by the entry alcoves along the way. I can hear the sounds of lunchtime well on its way outside, and I’m compelled not to fucking join in. Sneaking a glance at Rhys, I notice that she’s unusually quiet, and as I take in her face, I can see the worry hidden just under the surface.

I don’t think. I act. Snatching her hand, I drag her into the next alcove to hide us from, well, anyone who starts walking down the passage.

“What are you doing?” Rhys whispers as I push her up against the wall.

Caging her in with my hands on either side of her head, I press my forehead against hers. It takes a beat, but I feel the moment she finally relaxes against my invasion.

“I’m just trying to wrap my head around last night,” I admit, and her dark eyes meet mine as she glances at me through her dark lashes.

“You need me to help you do that?” She asks, and I smirk.

“Maybe.” I let one of my hands fall as I lean in closer, pressing my body against hers, revelling in the way our bodies come together. “Last night was something else.”

“Yeah. You can say that again.”

Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and fuck if my cock doesn’t get ten times harder at the sight. Fuuuck. Now I’m thinking about her tongue and the way she licked the cum from my dick last night.

“I want to kiss you,” I admit. “Can I?” I rarely need to ask for permission. I can tell by the way chicks lean into me, almost frothing at the mouth to taste my lips, that they would welcome my lips on theirs. But with Rhys, I don’t know where I stand. We both know we are attracted to each other. That’s not the problem. The problem is, last night, at the Feast, was a different situation. A situation set up purely for sex. For pleasure.

Here, now, we are at school. Not in a situation where it’s a given that our lips will connect. I tasted those lips last night, something I’ve dreamed of doing for a while now, and no, I’m not talking about the lips in between her legs. I’m talking about that bratty mouth and those black lips that beckon me.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” Rhys whispers, her warm, minty breath fluttering over my lips.

“Why?” I whisper back and lean in a fraction closer, my dick jerking with eagerness.

Hang on, Thor, buddy. I’m working on it!

“Because I’m horny. I’m likely to attack at any moment.” Her admission sends all the blood to my dick, making me lightheaded.

“I don’t see the problem.” I lean in a little closer, our lips hovering so close I can feel the heat of hers. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I love how much I’m affecting her. Fuck, I’d nearly do anything to have some time alone to get lost with her.

When Rhys doesn’t respond, I throw the last curveball I have, hoping like fuck I get over the line.

“I want you, Kitten.”

Before I even get a chance to see her response, her lips slam into mine. I press my weight against her as she fists my blazer, dragging me tighter against her body. Her lips part for me hungrily, and I slip my tongue in, desperate to find hers. She doesn’t disappoint. Our tongues dance as our kiss deepens, and our moans get swallowed down.

I’m a horny fucker. I know that. All the chicks know it. I’ve been with too many to count, yet none have me going as crazy as Rhys George does. Maybe it’s because she has the same drive as me. The same desires or the same need to let go and fall completely into the moment. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but shit, I want it bad. I want her bad. I want to own her.

The thought has me pulling back suddenly. I’ve never been possessive or viewed a chick as an object to own. What the fuck sort of thought was that?

“What’s wrong?” Rhys asks, her black lips looking fuller than a minute ago. Shit, are my lips black too now?

“Nothing. I shake my head. I thought I heard something.” I lie. A lie that turns into truth when we hear footsteps nearing the alcove we’re hiding in.

I take a few steps back from Rhys, watching as her eyes go wide and she glances to the passage beyond, waiting for someone to spring us. I drag my thumb over my lips, pulling it back to see if any of Rhys’ black lipstick is on me. Nothing.

“Are my lips black?” I whisper, gaining her attention again.

When she turns her gaze back to me, her grin spreads from ear to ear, her eyes locking on my lips.

“I could tell you no and let you walk out like that, but that would be mean.”

Her words have me moving quickly for my phone, and I quickly unlock it to open the camera app, turning the screen to selfie mode. Frowning, I try to find the black that Rhys hinted at, but there’s nothing except for Rhys’ teasing laughter.

“Smart arse, aren’t you?” I smirk at her, and she just keeps laughing. There’s no black lipstick on me.

“What’s so funny?”

Garrett’s voice has my head swinging to the alcove opening to see him glancing between Rhys and me.

“Oh, nothing.” Rhys giggles, looking between us.

I shake my head and look at Garrett.

“Are you looking for me?”

He nods. “Yeah, man. Wondered where you’d gotten to.”

That’s when I notice how Garrett’s eyes are almost accusing as they take us in, hidden in the darkish alcove. Shit. I’m the worst friend ever. Garrett’s gaze reminds me that Rhys isn’t my girl. She’s Marcus’, even if they aren’t a thing anymore.

“I’m on my way out. Ran into this brat on the way.” I lie, and Garrett’s eyes sharpen, accessing me.

“Let’s go then. I’m hungry.” Rhys skips out of the alcove, brushing by Garrett while I try not to think about how she used the word hungry. It sounded more like she was saying she was horny.

Out in the courtyard, the sun is warm, and most students have ditched their blazers on a growing pile as they soak up the sun. Lexi quickly snatches Rhys away when she sees her, and they share some food, talking quietly. I don’t miss the way Marcus’ eyes stay glued to Rhys’ every move. He’s done his nuts over this chick for sure. I’ve never seen him like this. Well, except for the bursts of jealousy he threw Ayden, his cousin, when Ayden first got together with Lexi. When Marcus and Rhys first started hooking up, we were all relieved. It turned his sights on someone other than Lexi and eased the tension within the group. Except for Jared. That poor bastard is still pining over Lexi.

What I did with Rhys last night crosses so many lines in the Bro Code it’s not funny. And yet, I sought out more just minutes ago. Fuck, this could get really messy if I’m not careful.

“You wanna tell me what you were really doing with George?”

Garrett’s voice is low as he dips his head towards me so the others don’t hear. We are sitting side by side on top of the picnic table in the courtyard. It’s our usual hang out, although we’ve also been spending some time behind the stadium of late. It’s usually where Rhys goes to smoke her joints with her weird friends, but today she’s here in the courtyard, so that’s where we are.

“What are you talking about, man?” I keep my voice quiet, avoiding Garrett’s gaze and keeping my eyes trained on my phone screen while I mindlessly scroll through Instagram.

“I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Don’t even think about lying to me.” Garrett hisses, and I turn my glare to him. He’s a big fucker. Built like a brick house and forever sporting a fucking brooding glare on his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, his whole face changes into something different. A teddy bear comes to mind.

“Is it the same way you eye fuck her?” When his brows reach his hairline at my question, I huff, shaking my head. “Don’t come at me with your bullshit, Gaz. I’ve seen your lingering looks, too. Don’t act like I’m the one doing something wrong.”

I’m a piece of shit. I am the one doing something wrong. All Gaz is guilty of is drooling over a hot chick.

“So what if I get hard every time she’s around? The point is, I don’t act on it.”

I dart my eyes around to see if anyone heard his slightly raised voice. We don’t need a fucking audience for this conversation.

“And I have?” I sneer, and his eyes search mine for the truth. It’s fucking unnerving the way his blue eyes study mine. It’s also unnerving the moment I know he can tell I’m lying.

“Yeah, man. I think you have acted on it. I don’t know how far you’ve taken it. But you have taken it somewhere.”

I want to argue with him, but what’s the point? I made out with that juicy cunt of hers until she gushed over my mouth. I kissed her purple lips right before another masked man fucked her in front of a naked audience. I shredded the skin off my cock, jerking my cum into her mouth. And mere minutes ago, I reclaimed those lips, desperate for another taste.

When my face falls, so does his. Garrett looks fucking disappointed in me. Fuck if that doesn’t sting.

“How far?” He growls, and I shake my head.

“Too far,” I admit, flicking my gaze to the girl in question, who is animatedly chatting away to Lexi.

“Fuck.” Garrett hisses and turns his eyes to my siren.

“You gonna tell Grady?” I whisper like the fucking coward I am.

Garrett’s hard eyes return to mine, and his nostrils flare a few times before he responds.

“I won’t. But only if it ends. Now.”

Well, fuck me. He may as well put a gun to my head. I can try to avoid her at school, but if we are at another Feast night together, I don’t think I’ll have the self-control to stay away. No one knows I go to Vixen’s Lodge for sex parties. I’ve kept that little detail to myself since it first eventuated. I haven’t told the guys because I don’t think they’d understand. I’ve been with so many FP Catholic chicks already, and none of them give me what I need. I have a reputation as the school’s Casanova, but my promiscuity is from trying to find what I’m looking for. I wasn’t sure what that was until the opportunity to attend the Feast Night presented itself. There, I can be who I want to be. Who I need to be. No one knows who I am there. No one judges me there. If I want to do some freaky shit, I can find someone at those Feasts to share it with.

Then, Kitten turned up last night and showed me that while I have been searching for something that the Feast Nights offer, my real desires rest in the palm of Kittens’ hands. Rhys’ hands.

“I can’t,” I admit, and Garrett’s head jerks back in shock. “I can’t tell you the reason here. Can we catch up later tonight?”

Swinging his eyes back in the direction of Rhys, mine follow, and we sit quietly for a moment, taking her in. She makes the school uniform look utterly sinful. It’s hard to believe that her foster mum is the Principal here. Rhys George is so rebellious. Gets detention nearly every day for uniform violations or attitude issues. This place would be boring as bat shit if she weren’t here.

“Tonight then.” Garrett turns back to me. “And you tell me everything.” He jabs a finger into my chest, and I nod because his glare is fucking scary, and he makes me feel like I’m a six-year-old getting scolded by my old man.