Chapter 15

Sadie

A moan leaves my lips as my eyes roll back into my head, white-hot pleasure licking through my body.

I’m in the middle of one of the best sex dreams of my life.

I’m not sure which one of my guys is between my legs, but the way their tongue works over my pussy, dipping inside me and thrusting deep has me losing my mind. I writhe on the bed so much that they have to hold me down.

They remove their tongue, bringing their mouth up to lock over my clit, replacing the newly empty space inside of me with their fingers. They move them so perfectly inside me, crooking them right over my sweet spot.

I shake, breath coming in heavy pants as my arousal drips down over their hands. I’m close, so damn close, my orgasm just out of reach.

My moans fill the room loudly as I arch my back.

“Shhhhh, Pretty Girl. You don’t want to wake the whole house up, now do you? What would Mom and Dad think if they walked into your room and found your big brother’s face buried in your pretty little cunt?” Grayson’s voice starts off hazy, like it’s underwater, before it becomes loud and clear in my ears.

My eyes blink open, and I stare up at the ceiling. I’m not dreaming, am I?

Panting heavily, I lift my head, eyes widening when I see Grayson looking up at me with a sinfully cocky smirk. He locks his lips around my clit again, sucking so hard while thrusting his fingers deep inside me and hitting my sweet spot just right.

The orgasm I thought I was about to have in my dream becomes a reality, crashing into me hard.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp, falling back into the bed. My eyes roll back, my hands clawing at the blankets as shocks of pleasure hit me.

I cum all over Grayson’s face, and when he sits back on his knees, smiling like the cat who got the literal cream, I see how much his face drips with it.

My cheeks burn as I struggle to catch my breath. I blink up at him in shock as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Morning, Pretty Girl. I sure could get used to waking up and having you as my breakfast.”

“What the hell, Grayson?” I close my eyes, my body still humming. I mean, I don’t think I’d mind waking up like that every morning, too. The only thing is, we’re living in the same house as our parents, which means it’s risky.

“Sorry. You don’t think I’d have my girlfriend just down the hall and be able to stay away, right?” He grins, moving his body over mine. “No, Pretty Girl. I have you right where I want you. Right where you belong.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “What gives?”

“Whatever do you mean?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine. My belly heats at the taste of my arousal on his lips.

“What time is it?”

“Time to get up. Hence, the reason I came to wake you. Or rather, you came.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my lips. He gets to his feet, and I see that he’s only in a pair of sleep pants, which are hung low on his hips. He’s also sporting a very sizable erection. “I’d offer to let you take care of this for me. But if we don’t get ready now, we’re going to be late.”

He turns around and heads towards the door.

“Wait, really? You don’t want me to like... suck you off or anything?” That sounded so weird. And also, I shouldn’t have to take care of his situation since he’s only hard because he chose to wake me up with an orgasm. But I want to; my mouth waters at the thought of taking him all the way to the back of my throat and letting him fuck my face, using me for his pleasure.

“Oh, I want to. More than want to. But it’s not about me, Pretty Girl. After the night you had, I thought you could use a little TLC. Well, your pussy anyways.” He winks. “But I’ll start by making you breakfast. Go on, get dressed.” He grins before leaving the room.

I don’t need to shower; I did as soon as I got here last night, unable to go to bed with Preston’s cum still caked between my thighs.

Is this what it’s going to be like with more than one boyfriend? Back-to-back sexual encounters.

Not that Preston is my boyfriend. I don’t know if he’s even my friend.

Groaning, I flop back into bed. I’m so damn tired.

“And you cook?” I ask Grayson, pulling out a stool to sit at the kitchen island.

Grayson shoots me a grin over his shoulder. “Oh, Pretty Girl. There’s so much you don’t know about me. But don’t worry, soon you will. It’s all a part of the fun.”

He’s right, I don’t know much about him. “We’re going to need to change that.”

“Change what?” he asks, flipping a pancake.

“Not knowing much about the other.”

“I agree.” He plates the pancake with the others and shuts off the stove before joining me at the island. He’s dressed in the school uniform, his shaggy black hair wet from his shower. He looks so damn hot it should be illegal.

“Thanks.” I smile. “Let’s start now,” I say, accepting the plate of food.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Favorite color?”

“Starting off with the tough ones, I see,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes. “Black and dark green. And yours?”

“I don’t really have one. It changes all the time.” I laugh. “I’m more of a pastel kind of girl, but I like the darker shades too. I hate the typical colors of the rainbow. Especially blue and purple.”

“Valid.” He nods. “Okay, my turn. What's your favorite kind of music?”

“Mostly pop. I don’t mind newer music, but I tend to listen to older stuff. Although, I have been finding new stuff from artists on TikTok surprisingly.”

“There’s some good ones on there.” He nods.

“And you.”

“Punk rock.” He grins. “A little screamo, but not too heavy on the screaming part.”

“I like a few songs in that genre too.”

“Really?” He looks at me in surprise. “Name one.”

Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m listening to In Between by Beartooth on repeat right now.”

His eyes widen even further. “No fucking way,” he laughs. “I love that song.”

I smile, cheeks heating, loving the fact we have something in common.

“My turn,” I say, taking a bite of my pancakes, wrinkling my nose when I realize I didn’t put anything on them. “Favorite movie or movie genre?”

“Horror, for sure.” He takes some whipped cream and puts it on my pancakes. “I’d say my favorite movie franchise would be between The Conjuring universe and Scream . One is more of a darker demonic edge, and one is a slasher. Best of both worlds for me, I think.”

I’m gaping at him. “What?” he laughs.

“I’m just... wow.”

“What’s yours?”

“The same.” I laugh, my face lighting up with a smile. “For the same reason.”

He grins. “Huh. Seems like we’re meant to be, if you ask me, Pretty Girl.” He takes a fork full of pancake, covered in whipped cream, and brings it up to my mouth. “Try it now. It’s so much better when it’s sweeter.”

I shiver at his husky tone. Parting my lips to let him feed me, I hum with approval, enjoying the taste. “It’s different,” I whisper.

“Had caramel mixed in,” he tells me. When I’m done chewing, he grips my chin, eyes locked on mine as he holds me still so he can lean in. My breathing is shaky as he grows closer, tongue slipping out to lick my lips. My belly cramps, remembering the sinful things that tongue can do. “Had a little bit on your lip,” he murmurs, licking his lips as he pulls back.

“You’re killing me,” I whimper. The fucker just grins.

“I know, Pretty Girl. I love teasing you, getting you going and seeing you melt under my touch, my gaze.”

“That wasn’t smart to do. My mom or your dad could have walked in.” I lean back, hoping there are no staff members watching.

“They left for work about an hour before I slipped into your room to wake you up.”

“I thought they would sleep in after staying up so late. How did everything go with the cottage?”

“Good. They were able to get all the water out. Not much has been damaged item-wise, but the floors need to be ripped up and replaced. As for the pipes, it looks like they were just old and also needed to be replaced. They have some dehumidifiers drying everything out, then they can start working on it.”

“How long is it going to take?” I ask, continuing to eat my food.

“Eager to leave already, Pretty Girl?” he chuckles. “You just got here. Looks like I’m going to have to find some more creative ways to convince you to stay for as long as I can have you here.”

“I’m not eager to leave,” I correct him. “I think me staying here might actually be a good idea. With the guys’ crazy-ass father out to get me, being inside a secure property is probably the best option.”

“What changed your mind? You seemed so adamant before about staying at the cottage.”

“I think that was mostly because the idea of more change scared me. So much has happened in such a small amount of time; I felt overwhelmed, you know? It was too much at the time.”

“And now?”

I shrug, picking at my food. This stuff is filling after only a few bites. “This is my life. I think I need to come to terms with an ordinary life no longer being possible for me.”

“Oh, Pretty Girl.” He pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me and placing his head on my shoulder. “An ordinary life is no life for an extraordinary person. You deserve more, the whole damn world, if I can help it.”

And just like that, I think I fall in love with Grayson Taylor, my stepbrother. I’m so screwed.

The weekend is here, and I’m so excited for Halloween Horror Nights! This is my favorite time of the year.

With everything going on, it’s not just me and the girls this year. Declan, Grayson, and Preston are joining us, along with Emma’s boyfriend, Brent.

Collin was not too happy about the fact that he couldn’t come too. I wish he could, but being out with us like that, in the open, is too much of a risk.

He said that it was a risk for me to go anyway, but I shot that down. I’m with a group of friends and I don’t plan on separating from them. I don’t think their dad is gonna come after me tonight; there hasn’t been a new reason for him to do so. I’m not going to stop living my life in fear of that man. I’ll agree to the compromises with the guys about having someone with me so I’m not alone, but I won’t stop going out and living my life altogether.

If I did, I’d lose my mind. There have been so many changes already that I don’t think I’d be able to handle something like that.

“I love this place,” I sigh, the sun pressing down on me as we enter Universal Studios.

“Me too.” Declan steps up to my side. “I’ve never been to Halloween Horror Nights, though.”

“What!” I gape at him. “It took us less than two hours to get here. How have you never come here before?”

“I’ve been here before,” he chuckles. “Just not this.”

“How come?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t really have anyone to go with. We’ve made trips here for school, but that’s about it.”

Preston looks at Declan with a frown. “Really?”

Declan blushes. “It’s no big deal.”

“Yes, it is,” he sighs. “We were fucking tools.”

“Who’s this ‘ we’ you’re talking about?” Grayson asks.

“Me and you.”

“How the fuck am I a tool?” He frowns.

“I was too busy being pissed at you two when I should have been friends with you,” Preston confesses, surprising us all.

“Okay, that’s you being a tool. How am I one?”

“You didn’t try, did you?” Preston raises a brow.

“Ok, point taken.” He nods.

“It’s okay, really. Things were different back then. What matters is, we’re friends now.”

“We’re stealing your tradition,” Preston tells me, looking between my friends and I. “Or... more like crashing it.”

“Is this your way of telling us you want to come with us every year?” Emma asks.

“Maybe,” Preston mutters.

“Oh, he loves us. He really loves us!” Emma gasps dramatically.

He shoots me a look. “Your friends are weird.”

“And your point is?” I grin. “I’m weird, too. It’s only a matter of time before my weirdness is revealed to you all.”

“Tonight will show that,” Alice says. “She’s crazy. She’s never screamed or gotten scared during any of the houses.”

“What? Never?” Preston asks, giving me a look that says he doesn’t believe me.

“Nope. I mean, sometimes I’ll jolt a little, but never truly scared. These three scream bloody murder every time, so I hope you're ready to have your eardrums busted.” I laugh.

“I came prepared,” Brent brags, holding up little earbuds. “Ear plugs work wonders.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Emma slaps his arm. “I’m not that bad.”

“But you are, babe.” I pat her arm.

“Shut up,” she laughs. “Come on, let’s go shop.”

“Shouldn’t we get in line?” Declan asks, looking at the already long line.

“No need,” Alice says. “We have express passes. We have a whole game plan. Just do as we say, and no one will get hurt.”

Grinning, I shake my head as Declan gives her a concerned look. But we take this very seriously. If we want to make the most of the night and get to all the houses—plus our favorite rides—we plan it out first.”

“But first, we get our yearly souvenirs,” Emma says. “Now, let's go!”

For the first hour before the Horror Nights doors even open, we hit up the gift shop, everyone getting this year's themed shirts. There’s a few to pick from, but I pick the pumpkin design. Of course, I grab a refillable cup and a shoulder strap for it. Hands free is amazing.

“Shouldn’t we have grabbed this stuff on our way out?” Preston asks.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “But by the time we’re done, our feet are killing us, we’re half dead, and all we want to do is go home. Stopping to shop is the last thing on our minds.”

“Point taken.” He nods.

He’s wearing a Ghostbusters shirt and hat. We all ended up buying something, but I’m honestly surprised he's participating as much as he is. It just doesn’t seem like something he would do. He hasn’t even been broody or complained once.

Not even when we had to spend fifteen minutes in line to get our cups filled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, frowning as he catches me staring while waiting in line to get in.

My eyes flick away from him, cheeks heating. “I’m not looking at you like anything.”

I feel him behind me, keeping his body close as we move with the line. He leans in, mouth right next to my ear. “Really, Kitten? Because I could have sworn you were watching me with bedroom eyes.” His breath tickles my neck, and I shiver.

I scoff, “I certainly was not.”

“Mhhmm.” He chuckles low and deep.

“I was wondering when you got body snatched.” I look at him over my shoulder, and he gives me a puzzled look.

“What do you mean?”

“Really?” I laugh. “It’s been a while since you’ve been... well, since you’ve been a dick. You sure you're not sick?”

He sighs, looking a little guilty, and I know for sure this isn’t Host Club Preston. “I’ve been a dick to you.”

“You think?” I raise a brow questioningly.

“And I was wrong for it, okay? Look, I’m not going to make up things to excuse my behavior, I was wrong to be an asshole when you did nothing to deserve it, and I am sorry, Sadie.”

All the playful teasing leaves me at the sincerity of his words. “Why did you do it?” This is not the time nor the place to be having a conversation like this, but I don’t know when I’m going to get a chance to get it out of him again. And everyone else is distracted.

“You’ve seen my life,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I guess after a while, it all got to me and made me into a bitter person. I blamed everyone else when the only one to blame was me.”

“No.” I shake my head, turning to face him. “You're the victim in all this, Preston. You have nothing to accept blame for.”

“I’m not so innocent, Sadie. I’ve done shit I’m not proud of and used people. I was a jerk. An asshole. Hell, I probably always will be,” he laughs, but it’s not in a happy way. “Just... not to you. Not to Declan. Not anymore.”

“What about Collin and Grayson?” I ask, trying not to let his words melt my heart.

“Oh, they’re fair game,” he says, a slow, playful grin stretching over his face. I like this Preston. Maybe with time, I’ll see more of the man from the tower and less of the man from the Host Club.

“So, does that mean we can be friends now and put the past behind us?” I ask, holding my hand out for him to shake.

He blinks, eyes lowering to my hand. He slowly takes it. “Yeah. Friends?” His words are more of a question than a statement. His fingers wrap around mine as his eyes raise to look at me.

It’s like everything around us slows, the air crackling between us. His touch sets off fireworks inside me, and all I want him to do is pull me to him and kiss me.

“I’m sorry I left the other night,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I didn’t mean to just leave you alone like that.”

“It’s fine,” he says, still holding my hand but letting them fall between us. My heart races as his thumb makes lazy circles against my hand. “It shouldn’t have happened anyways.”

My stomach drops. “It shouldn’t have?” I whispered, trying not to feel destroyed by his words.

“No. Because you deserve better than a fuck in a rundown chapel, Sadie.”

Oh.

“I shouldn’t have touched you. You're not mine to have that way.” He licks his lips, looking away.

I want to tell him that I could be if he just allowed himself.

He looks back down at me. “You deserve better than what I’ve given you.”

“Why do you feel the need to tell me what I deserve? Shouldn’t I be the one to make those decisions?” I ask.

His brows furrow. “Yeah, but–”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Grayson wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me away from Preston. Our hands fall apart, and I miss his touch immediately.

“Come on, Pretty Girl. Doors are open; let’s go!” he shouts excitedly, pulling me towards the entrance.

I look at Preston over my shoulder. He stands back, watching me leave, and a feeling of longing fills me.

Preston is changing, so maybe there’s hope?

I can’t think about that right now. Tonight is a night to get away from everything and forget about my problems. Everything else can wait.

“You really weren’t joking, were you?” Declan asks, laughing as we walk towards Harry Potter World.

“Nope.” I grin proudly. We went on a few rides first to bypass the rush of people getting to the houses before we went to a few ourselves. The lines are a lot shorter with the express passes.

As I expected, I didn’t scream, but the girls did. I was laughing so hard I nearly pissed myself when Emma screamed so loud one of the actors even flinched.

“You guys aren’t helping,” Alice mutters. “You're just like them, Sadie. Laughing at our pain.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” I grab her face and kiss her cheek.

As soon as we step into Diagon Alley, my face lights up. “I love it here,” I say giddily.

“This place is pretty awesome,” Grayson agrees, his hand in mine.

There’s a chance people from our school are here, but I don’t think any of us care. It’s dark, no one can see. I hate that's where my mind goes. I hate having to keep our relationship to ourselves. But if it’s what we have to do to be together, it’s worth it. They’re worth it.

I smile up at Grayson. He winks before giving me a kiss.

Laughing, I smile over at Declan, who grins right back and gives me a kiss, too.

“You guys are too cute. Stop, you’re going to make me sick.” Mia fake gags.

“You're just jealous your fiance likes me better,” I tease.

Declan groans, making Mia and I laugh. My eyes fall on Preston, watching us with an unreadable expression before he looks away.

“Oh my god!” Mia shrieks with excitement. “It’s starting.”

“What's starting?” Grayson frowns.

“The one thing that gets us all hot and bothered.” Alice fans herself.

We all look over to see the men in black cloaks and masks. “Death Eaters,” we say in unison.

I bite my lip as they make their way into the main part of the alley, wands up as they do their show.

It shouldn’t be this hot, but there’s something about a bad boy in a mask that just gets me.

When they’re done, I spin around to my friends. “Never gets old,” Emma says with a big grin.

“Huh.” Grayson looks down at me, grinning with a brow raised. “Masked men do it for you, Pretty Girl?”

“You could say that.” I shrug.

Grayson steps forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “Is that what you like to read about in your little romance books?” he asks, bringing his lips to my ear. I shiver, hands gripping his shirt. “Would you like that, Pretty Girl?” he murmurs. “Would you be dripping for me if I were to chase your sexy little ass around while wearing a mask? What if I catch you, pin you to the ground, and have my filthy way with you?”

My breathing becomes labored as those exact thoughts rush through my mind. Yes, yes, I’d very much like that. Holy shit, I’d like that a little too much.

Swallowing hard, I don’t answer him, but he chuckles, seeming to know exactly why that is.

“You surprise me every day, Sadie. You're not as innocent as you make everyone believe?” he chuckles deeply, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting down, making me moan. “No, you're a naughty little thing. I wonder what else you're into, huh?”

My deal with the guys was to help explore what I like sexually, but I’d never in a million years ask them for the kinky aspects, too afraid to be judged or made fun of.

But the more I get to know my guys, especially Grayson, the more I think they might be open to trying the things I’m into. I mean, they own a BDSM club, after all. How odd would some primal play and degradation be? Preston already gave me a little taste of the latter, and I loved it.

The other night in the tower was amazing, but part of me wished a little bit of Host Club Preston would have made an appearance. Still, I enjoyed every moment of him inside me.

“Maybe we should figure that out together, huh?” he asks, humming. I’m about to say yes when my best friend interrupts.

“Okay, enough, you two. This is a family establishment,” Emma playfully chastises, pulling me away and out of Grayson’s arms. “On to the next house!”