She’s a fighter. She’ll come back around. She has to.
The morning flies by, and soon I’m standing outside the art room waiting for Harper to come out for lunch. Normally I’d wait in the cafeteria, but she was still acting a little dazed during second period.
Not that I blame her. We stripped her bare in a closet at school and gave her a bone-melting orgasm. I can’t wait to taste her. Now we just have to get her on her knees before us.
When Harper walks out of the classroom, she’s smiling and relaxed as she listens to Kenz. The other girl notices me and touches Harper’s arm.
“Ready for lunch?” I move away from the wall.
The smile fades from Harper’s lips, and she swallows before she nods. Girl hasn’t said a word since the closet. At least not to us. I know Luke thought we couldn’t break her, but we’re a lot, especially when we come at a girl more than one at a time. We’ve never come at a girl all four of us.
I look over at Kenz. Her blue eyes widen when I make eye contact.
“You can come sit with us for lunch,” I say. Maybe she’ll help our girl feel comfortable.
“Uh.” She glances at Harper and then at me. She gestures over her shoulder. “I’m supposed to meet Brandon.”
Harper gives her a smile as Kenz steps away from me.
“I’ll pick you up for the game tonight.” Kenz waves as she hurries away.
Harper falls in step with me, but I’m so done with this broken shit. Dropping behind her, I wrap my arms around her and lift her off her feet.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks out as her hands press against my arms.
“Carrying you since you’re acting like a baby.”
“I’m not acting like a baby. Caden, put me down.”
No one is around in the hallway. I walk over to a dark classroom and pull open the door, taking Harper into it. After setting her on her feet, I lean back, blocking the only exit.
She watches me warily, hands out in front of her as if to ward me off. Like that would stop me. At least she’s trying.
“Did we do anything you didn’t want?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “Because the only one who got off in that closet was you. Trust me, first period was uncomfortable with the hard-on I was sporting.”
Her cheeks flush red, but she steps forward. There she is. That tense coil inside me unwinds. I fight the urge to smile at her and keep my expression stern.
“Because that’s whatIwanted?” She rolls her eyes. “I love having four men maul me into an orgasm first thing in the morning at school.”
“Sounds like a good time to me.” I rub the corner of my mouth to conceal the smile trying to form.
“Do you think I wanted to come at school? It’s one thing at your house, but here? That’s supposed to be private.”
I scratch the back of my neck. “You consented to be owned by us. That’s part of it. Wherever, whenever we want. Your body responds beautifully to ours. You’re just too damned uptight.”
“I’m uptight?” She stomps over and thrusts her finger into my chest. “You all are fucking whores who don’t care where you stick your dicks. The only reason you’re even remotely interested in me is because I’m a virgin and the last one in our class. Otherwise you never would have even bothered me.”
“Is this because we didn’t notice you before this year?” I step forward, letting her rile me, feeling that familiar burst of heat race through me.
“I’ve known you guys since grade school, and you’ve never noticed me before last Monday. Yeah, I hid from you guys, butwe shared classes every fucking year. If you wanted to notice me, you would have.”
“You mean like when you were beneath the tree when Jack and I were playing football last year. You pulled your legs out of the way so I wouldn’t trip. When I landed, I saw you, Harper Davidson. Your flushed cheeks, your dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, your brown eyes wide with surprise. I smiled at you and the next second, you were gone like a fucking illusion.”
She gasps, and I take her distraction to wrap my hand around the back of her slender neck.
“Why should I notice a girl who doesn’t want me to notice her? Who slips so easily into the background she just becomes part of the scenery?” I close in until my mouth hovers above hers. That spark of awareness between us makes me want to do so much more than just taste her mouth, but we’re on a time crunch, because at some point, someone will come looking for us.
Her dark eyes are wide and questioning, searching mine. Fuck.
