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What the fuck?
Blinking out of my stupor, I shot my gaze Sloane’s way, then blinked again when I did actually look at her. I pulled her close.
“Uh, what the fuck is this?” I asked, voice low. It had taken me a second, but now that I was seeing this shit, I was seeing this shit. “What are you doing? You’re basically wearing no clothes.”
Her eyes rolled back, hard, and my friends were cracking up behind us. All but Wolf, who looked just as pissed as I felt.
Sloane placed the daintiest of kisses on my cheek before she put her arms around me and got close. “Don’t act like you didn’t stand there and eye-fuck me from across the room,” she quipped, using something I said to her all the time about how she looked at me. Her breath heated my ear. “Like you didn’t like it, and you don’t want to completely fuck me right now.”
I did want to fuck her, and that was the problem. I got her arm, so much blood pumping to my damn dick it was painful. “You’re going to pay for not letting me do something about that right now.” She was cock-teasing me, point blank. “And for showing everyone what’s mine.”
No one got to see her but me.
She shrugged as if she placed no stake in my threat, and I let her slither away only because our parents were probably wondering what we were talking about.
Immediately, my little fighter went to Bow, the two basically jumping up and down at the sight of each other. Girls.
I was forced to let my girlfriend parade around the goddamn room in what she wore, or I guess lack thereof. At one point, my dad surfaced from somewhere and put his arm around me. He and the other parents couldn’t have heard Sloane’s and my short exchange, but his subtle look of remorse was quite telling. I definitely had my hands full with Noa Sloane tonight, and she would pay for what she did to me.
I always came to collect.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Sloane
I’d never gone to prom before. This time last year, I’d been too poor to attend and hadn’t had any friends anyway to experience it with.
Going with Legacy was an experience.
The world just seemed to part for the elite squad of boys I’d believed held nothing but a chip on their shoulders when I’d arrived in this town. I hadn’t experienced their aura and the harsh love/bond that was Legacy. It went beyond friendship and even a brother or sisterhood. It was the unshakable bond of a built-in family, and now, Bru and I were a part of that too.
There was nothing like it.
Prom was a celebration of many things that night, triumphs and wins outside of a football field. A state title couldn’t touch the shit we’d all fought for, this life and our family. We were all dancing to our own beat. The dance floor was ours tonight, though Thatcher Reed and Wells Ambrose may argue something different. This was junior prom, and they both happened to be awarded prom kings. Apparently, they weren’t even the first to accomplish such a feat as Dorian and Ares had won the year prior. As Rainbow Reed once told me, Legacy isn’t popular.
Popularity is Legacy.
And yes, the prom kings threw their weight around. Thatcher and Wells wore those crowns all night, saying they owned this evening, and that continued on to the prom after-parties. It was all Bow, Bru, and the rest of us could do to get away from the fuckers’ egos.
God love them.
Honestly, it didn’t bother me as much as the coalition the Legacy boys (Bruno included) created to attempt to keep me dressed most of the night. They actually all took turns putting their jackets on me, which pissed me the fuck off, and I definitely knew who the culprit was behind the idea.
Not that he tried to hide it.
Dorian’s jacket seemed to make it to my shoulders more often than not, and the latest happened to be while Bow and I tried to dance. We’d all hit one last after-party around 2 AM when suddenly, a heavy jacket that smelled of boy and aftershave hit my shoulders. The dark prince had a specific smell, and that really pissed me off because I took more than one moment to soak it in before wrestling it off.
Wells had raised his hands after putting it on me, that damn crown still on his head. He grinned. “Don’t shoot the messenger, princess. I was only sent to deliver the jacket.”
Growling, I left Bow to dance with our group of friends, Bru amongst them. Last I’d seen Ares he’d been on the rooftop bar, chatting up a girl, and though I hadn’t seen Thatcher in equally as long, I could guess what he was up to. Odds were, he was off fucking something somewhere, but his prom night hookups (and yes, there’d been more than one) hadn’t kept his own jacket from getting to me on more than one occasion this evening. It was like these boys were taking shifts.
I knew they were and by no one other than their beautiful prince. Apparently, Dorian wasn’t bluffing about messing with me tonight for wearing this dress, and the only reason he probably wasn’t putting his jacket on me himself was because he’d gone outside for a smoke break earlier.
I ended up finding him by the pool, alone, and I hated I hesitated a beat. The pool lights reflected off his impressive physique, his bow tie undone and his sleeves rolled above his forearms. He had a flush to his skin and a messiness about his hair that told he’d danced more than once tonight, danced with me. Basically, he looked hotter than fuck, a joint at his lips while he smoked by some lawn furniture. Seeing me, he allowed the smoke to fall from his lips, his chuckle light. “I see you got my gift.”
I basically threw it at him, his chuckle heavy this time, throaty. He tossed the jacket on one of the lawn chairs before fingering through his mess of gold, and I hated how hot that shit was too. I sneered. “You can stop your games now. You made your point.”
His laughter was cocky, his lips flushed. He flicked his joint butt in the pool before getting my arms behind me, a stream of smoke curling from the side of his lips. He grinned. “I don’t recall saying the jackets were your punishment.” He pulled me close. “Too many people saw what was mine tonight.”
