Aaron uses some of the lube to make the ring slippery before he slides it down the length of his inked shaft, groaning and letting his head fall back in pleasure. The moonlight coming in from outside brings out all the chocolate tones in his hair, making him look both feral and very pretty all at the same time. A beautiful beast, that’s what he is.

He moves back over to me, putting his palms on my ribcage and sliding his fingers down the deep curve of my waist and the generous swell of my hips. I’ve never been thin; a fact that Pamela always made sure to remind me about. But I’ve also never wanted to be. A girl can enjoy being a little thick, you know? And clearly, none of my boys seem to have a problem with it.

The way Aaron’s looking at me right now, I feel beautiful in his eyes, like a savage queen, undomesticated and uncontrollable. That’s why they’re only ever going to need one Havoc Girl; I’ll make sure of it.

Aaron turns the cock ring on, the slight buzzing of it making him groan and thrust against me in desperation. He doesn’t enter me though, just teases me, bumping my clit with the head of his cock and transferring that sweet vibration through my body.

“Do you still have that vibrator?” Aaron whispers, but loudly enough that Vic, who’s still smoking by the window, can hear. “The one we used to play with together?” I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting the sweetness of my own body on his lips. I’d almost forgotten that, how we’d use to lay under the blankets together, alternating touching ourselves with our hands and using the dinky little vibe I stole from the sex shop across the street from the Hellhole.

That was before we were brave enough to just do it, to let go and fall into each other.

“I have a much better one now,” I assure him, biting his ear as he moves his hips against me. “This time, I checked reviews online before I went in to pinch it.” Aaron chuckles, and even the sound of that vibrates through me, making me writhe. “When we finally get my stuff from Pam’s, I’ll let you test it out on me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Victor growls, climbing back on the bed with the cigarette still in his mouth. His jealousy is a tangible thing as he slides up alongside us. “Stop gazing at each other with goo-goo eyes and let’s get back to fucking. Hey, princess, you ever let a guy do you in the ass before?”

“God, I hate you,” Aaron snarls back at him, teeth clenched. He holds me with a fragile possessiveness that I just know is going to eventually shatter. When it does, Aaron will likely try to use a jagged piece to cut Vic’s throat open.

“Well?” Vic asks, ignoring him.

Aaron very gently turns my head back to him, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth, letting me know that he’ll put me first, no matter what. And that’s why Victor owes him everything; I could not handle Vic without Aaron to temper him out. Sometimes, you just need someone to hold you and stroke your hair back and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

“Yes,” I respond honestly, and Aaron smiles against my lips. He knows I’ve done it because he was the one to do it. The smug look he tosses up at Victor has our leader bristling. “But let’s try it again.”

Aaron moves to the side, and I adjust myself, turning to face him, falling into his arms. My hands trace the slight stubble on his cheeks as I hook a leg over him and he scoots forward, finding my opening with the head of his cock and sliding in. The vibration from the cock ring is just enough to spread delicious heat through me.

“Look at me while he enters you,” Aaron growls, biting my lower lip. “Just look at me.”

Victor hears him, using lubed fingers to tease me from behind, the scalding press of his body making me sweat and undulate against Aaron’s cock.

“Nice one, Fadler, very nice,” Vic snarls right back, slipping one of those fingers inside of me. My vision flickers with white splotches as pleasure overwhelms me. Is it possible to die from too much? If so, send me to that sweet, hot early grave, baby. I am ready to go.

My fingers dig into Aaron’s wavy hair as my eyes close and Vic pleasures me from behind. I can feel his finger and Aaron’s cock inside of me together, a very thin wall of flesh separating them. When that second finger is added, the intensity is almost unbearable.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” I choke out, shaking and trembling between the two of them. “You guys might be too big for this.”

“Honey, if you want me to stop, call out our safety word, yeah?” I can practically feel Vic grinning behind me. “Mare’s nest should work, don’t you think?” He snorts again and removes his fingers. The lube is cool when he applies a generous amount to my ass, working it in nice and good before he puts the tip of his cock against me. “Last chance.”

“Tell him no, and I’ll make him stop,” Aaron assures me, but I don’t want to tell Vic no. I want them both inside of me at the same time.

“That’s what I thought,” Vic grunts, and then he’s pushing slowly into me, stretching my body to its limit and making me cry out with the sensation. The two of them are putting pressure on that thin wall of flesh, and I just know that when they move, they can feel each other’s cocks.

Victor’s hand slides around to knead my breast and play with my nipple, trapped between my chest and Aaron’s as my ex-turned-forever-boyfriend kisses my mouth with every ounce of feeling left inside of him. His kiss says I missed you, and I ached because I thought you were gone forever. I reciprocate the feeling, washing myself of any last vestiges of anger for what he did to me.

He did what he had to do. He chose Havoc. He made himself worthy of me.

We are fallible; we all make mistakes; we all deserve a shot at forgiveness.

That is, except for rapists and pedophiles. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on; you will never be granted my forgiveness, and I owe you nothing.

The boys move in and out of me, nice and slow, their frenzy drained away as we’re overwhelmed with emotion together. Aaron has no trouble embracing it, and, surprisingly enough, Victor doesn’t seem to be bothered either. Apparently, between the three of us, I’m the one with the most intimacy issues to work out.

They move me into another orgasm before letting themselves come. Victor is first, his huge cock squeezed to within an inch of its life inside me, spilling himself into my body and then just lying there while Aaron continues to move. With the cock ring, he’s able to go for much longer, stirring up my body to new heights of pleasure before we come crashing down together on the other side.

He reaches between us to stop the vibration on the ring, but he doesn’t move. For a long time, nobody does. And even when we do; we don’t go far. I run my ass to the bathroom to clean up and Victor joins me, washing his cock in the shower as we stare each other down.

“You’re lucky I love you both so much,” he says to me, tilting his head slightly to one side, wet hair falling into his face. “If I didn’t love Aaron as a brother, I would kill him.”

“I know,” I respond, and by the time we get back downstairs, Aaron has made scrambled eggs and filled three glasses with water.

We take the food back to the bed to eat together, and really, that’s the last thing I remember before passing out.

Blessed be the stars, I guess, because the three of us end up falling asleep on the bed together … and playing a second showing come morning.

We do not make it into Prescott High that day. The best I can manage is to get dressed in pj’s so that Aaron and I can go grab the girls from Jennifer’s and drop them off at school.

And when the other boys show up after class, I can tell they know.

“Whoa,” Hael whistles, clapping his hands together as Aaron and Vic both smoke on the back porch, four chairs between them, not at all interested in interacting with each other. Let’s be honest here: there is no interest in this for either of them save for me. “Did you guys shack up together last night?”

He’s playing the jovial clown, but when I look at him, I can see just a hint of darkness in his expression, and that scares the shit out of me. We lock gazes, but he just smiles like it doesn’t bother him. Because Hael has a long fuse, the other boys forget sometimes that he’s just like them, bathed in blackness and pain and violence. But not me. I won’t forget. I give him the most genuine smile I can muster and watch as he actively tries to tamp down on his rage.

“Get fucked, Harbin,” Aaron says at the same time that Victor tells him to eat shit.

“Well that answers that,” Hael says, grinning from ear to ear as Callum crouches on one of the chairs in the middle, and I stand just behind it, watching them. “Did you guys measure dicks? Did you get in a little double penetration? Hmm? Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Hael, I’m not going to tell you again: leave us alone.” Victor doesn’t even bother looking at his friend. Instead, he stands up and heads inside without so much as looking at me. He doesn’t want any of the others to think he’s getting soft.

I don’t think he really needs to worry about that; we all know he’s an asshole.

“I see you’ve been using your time here to be productive,” Oscar quips, but I just turn a look on him that makes his eyes narrow. I know what I look like right now: cocky, triumphant, victorious.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I purr, turning and letting the robe I’m wearing gape open. Oscar’s eyes find my naked body before flicking up to my face. Every story has its arcs, and I intend on making this one about conquest. I’m going to own all five of these boys and their hot asses. “Stick around instead of running off next time, and maybe you’ll get to see for yourself?”

“I would,” he replies coolly, giving me nothing, his true feelings hidden behind glasses, tattoos, and a nice suit, “if there was anything worth sticking around for.”

I scoff as I push past him and head inside. I’ve gotta get dressed properly this time, so I can go with Aaron to pick up the girls. Oscar follows me in, but when I hit the stairs and turn back to look at him. He walks right past me and into the kitchen, like he had no intention of following me at all.