Parking the car, God offers me a raised brow, and I grin over at him.
“You scared?” I repeat his words back at him.
“Ask me again once we’re inside. And FYI, I’m not fucking the Pride dude. He looks like a giver.”
“Ha!” I bark out, holding my gut. “I don’t think we have to fuck each other, but good to know you’re on board with the lengths we’ll have to go to get full initiation,” I jest with a soft punch to his arm.
“What’s funny?” Envy asks, coming up behind us, but his interest turns sharply to the house in front of us. With a low wolf whistle, he takes in all it has to offer.
“God was just letting me know how willing he is to get fucked for the brotherhood.”
I wink.
“Amen to that.” Envy smirks.
The others join us, and with a little apprehension in our steps, we climb the few leading to the porch.
“Ready to sell your soul for The Elite” Pride grunts, knocking his knuckles on the door.
When it opens, we’re whisked into a world of pleasure and sin.
Soft music makes love to the air, setting the tone. Women, lots and lots of fuckable women, parade around in sexy underwear with seductive masks covering their faces.
“Leave your morals at the door, guys.” Envy licks his lips and disappears into the sea of flesh.
This is a lot easier than I thought it was going to be.
Drugs, whiskey, skin, sweat, moans of pleasure. Hands everywhere, lips in new places, and positions I’d never used in my life.
If all the initiation tasks are like the one a few nights ago, this shit is going to be a breeze and I’ll be a full member in no time.
The corridors of St. Augustine seem richer to me now. It’s odd, but I almost feel like I’m part of history—like I belong.
Shifting in class, I see everything with new eyes. I hadn’t noticed him before, but looking around my economics class, I see Pride in the far back corner, his eyes already on me, assessing. He’s intense, and I like that about him. He seems focused on The Elite, like me. I want to know his story. He leans into the kid sitting beside him, and when the kid grabs up his things and stands, Pride lifts his chin, then tilts his head, gesturing for me to take the seat next to him.
“This isn’t musical chairs.” The professor sighs as I make my way over to the vacant seat.
“Hey,” I greet him, and he taps his pen to his wrist. “Nice watch.”
Yeah, it is.
I still have to return this to God. Not that he gives a shit. If I wanted to keep it, he would just pay his jeweler for it. But I’m done with hand-outs. I’ll earn my way.
Allowing myself a few beats to run my gaze over Pride, I take note that he doesn’t wear brand clothing. His boots are military-style, built for longevity rather than fashion. He doesn’t come from money like the rest of us and that intrigues me. From what I’ve heard of The Elite, they usually only look at members from wealthy backgrounds. Prestigious names. Maybe they are switching things up.
“Meet me at the initiation place two nights from now,” Pride whispers, and then he’s on his feet, leaving the class halfway through.
He made me move seats for that?
At lunch, I’m joined by Envy and Wrath. We sit in silence at first, then, like he has bees in his pants, Envy slams his hand on the wood before climbing on top of the table to plant his ass.
“We should do something tonight. Let’s go out.”
“I’m down.” I grin, swigging my soda. “I need a high, and bonding with our brothers is what we’re supposed to be doing, right?”
“Right,” Envy booms. He’s almost vibrating. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already high. He suddenly goes deathly still, his eyes almost darkening before my own.
Following his stare, my gaze lands on a female coming toward us. Gray eyes stare at us through a veil of brown hair, and a trim physique is showcased in a flirty summer dress. She stops at our table and hands something to Wrath. “You forgot your wallet this morning.” She doesn’t wait for his reply. Her eyes dart to mine and linger for a moment, then she’s gone.
“Who was that?” Envy asks, getting to his feet, his gaze still following her.
“My sister, so stop checking out her ass,” Wrath almost growls.
A grin tugs at my lips. That must be a nightmare for him. She’s stunning. I’d bet my life on the fact that every friend he’s ever had has made a pass at her—or wanted to, at the very least.
“She gave me that look.” Envy announces, and I cough to cover up my laugh. He must be trying to rile up Wrath. That girl didn’t even glance his way.
“If it was the look of staring at a dead man, you’re right,” Wrath warns, throwing a fry at him.
“Does she go here?” he asks, pushing his luck.
Jumping to his feet, Wrath grabs him in a playful headlock. They squabble while I finish my sandwich.
Releasing him, Wrath salutes us and begins to back away. “Where should we meet?”
“My house,” I tell him. “I’ll text the address.”
“I already know where it is,” Envy informs me.
Frowning, I gather my shit up and toss my trash. “Stalk much?” I joke, but his face falls like I slapped him. “I’m kidding. Meet me around nine,” I reassure him.
Heading inside, my feet come up short when blonde curls brush past me in a hurry, she almost gets hit in the face with the door.
“You need to slow down,” I bite out, reaching for her. She doesn’t fight my grip on her wrist, but doesn’t turn to face me either.
A sniffle sounds, then a soft croak. “Can you get off me now?”
Moving around her, I tuck a fallen lock behind her ear without thinking, and my heart drops.
Pretty eyes glisten with tears. Red streaks mar her soft, pale cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice dropping low.
I don’t understand it, but there’s real concern in my tone. Seeing her so distraught leaves an uneasy stirring in my gut.
“Nothing. I have a cold. Please just let me past,” she begs, trying to sidestep me.
I block her exit and take her by the shoulders, moving her out of the path of the exit door and over to a secluded corner.
She huffs, but allows me to guide her before she breaks away from my hold. Dabbing her eyes, a weird snort-hiccup escapes, and then she’s laughing.
“Oh my god, I’m a mess,” she giggles. It’s not natural, and I see real pain in her features. But I’m out of my comfort zone. My mother was always very private with her emotions apart from when Robbie…
“I’m sick of being me, you know? The expectation. When can I come up for air and take a breath?” She blows, pulling me back from Robbie’s ghost.
I don’t say anything, allowing her to vent.
“My father is a slave to his urges, but expects me to be some study machine and not let loose just one time, you know?” she continues, pacing back and forth a few steps.
She grabs the fabric of her blouse across her chest just above her tits, and thumps her hand down, drawing my eyes there.
“I just want to have a good time without worrying what’s going to get back to him,” she huffs, stilling her posture and taking me in.
Her observation of me is almost obscene.
Bright eyes stroke over every inch of me, lingering on my dick for far too long before roaming back up to my lips.
The scrutiny makes me squirm. It’s unexpected and horny as fuck.
Taking me off guard and confusing the shit out of me, her body launches at me. Before I even realize what the hell is happening, soft, fat lips crush to mine, hands find their way into my hair, and soft tits press against my chest as her warm tongue slips into my mouth.
It’s rushed, rough, inexperienced, and fucking perfection.
Her sweet apple blossom scent wraps its arms around me, cocooning me in the moment. I wrap her in my embrace and back her against the wall, devouring her mouth, nibbling and caressing. My dick hardens, demanding I push against her. Suddenly, her body stiffens beneath mine, and her hands drop to my shoulders, pushing me.
I pull away, dizzy with lust. I breathe deep, ready to fuck her right here in the corridor.
Red swollen lips tremble, and wild, sex-crazed eyes dance with trepidation.
“I’m sorry. Oh my god, what am I doing?” she all but squeals. “This was…” She frowns.
“Horny as hell?” I offer.
“A mistake.” She focuses those blues on me.
“A beautiful mistake,” I counter with a swipe of my tongue across my lips.
“You better not tell a soul about this. Promise me.”
“What?”
“Promise me?” she says, more urgent.
“Who would care?” I laugh, but her eyes narrow to slits.
“I don’t want to be one of your conquests,” she growls before crossing her arms and storming off.
Who the fuck would I tell?
Moans, fake and high-pitched, greet me when I get home. The naked form of a female is laid out on the study room floor on what looks like a tarp.
What the actual fuck?
I move closer, then halt. My dad is standing above her, hovering at her head, holding his dick. He begins pissing on her as she pants and rubs it in like its nectar from the gods.
What the fucking hell? Gross. He’s always seemed so uptight and vanilla. I can’t un-see this shit. He better not have done this kinky shit to my saint of a mother, the fucking pervert.
“I have people coming over, so if you could wrap that up, or at least close a fucking door, that will be great.” I grunt, rolling my eyes. I drop my keys on the counter, ignoring the woman squealing and slipping as she tries to get up.
It would be fucking comical if this weren’t our family home and that wasn’t once my mom’s study.
His midlife crisis is getting old.
I grab a cartoon of juice and throw my ass onto the couch in the living room, watching through the doorway as the woman who looks like his old secretary throws on her clothes and hurries to leave.