I’m doomed. I dry my hair and grab a sweatshirt and ripped jeans. Sure, it’s still warm out, but the air conditioning in the school can be frigid even this time of year. After having my panties showcased for the entire school, I need a little more coverage for the day.
My scalp still stings a little from Luke grabbing my ponytail, so I leave my hair down and let it dry naturally.
Fuck them if they think their little fuck toy should dress pretty for them. I didn’t sign up for this job. And I can get to school in my own car.
I head to the kitchen and look at the schedule on the fridge. Mom’s a nurse and her schedule changes all the time. Right now, she’s working mornings, so she left before I even woke up.
I grab an orange and pack my lunch. By the time I’m ready to leave, I notice it’s five to eight. Okay, as long as Tweedledee and Tweedledum are late, I should still be fine. Of course, I’ll have an excuse ready for why I didn’t wait so I don’t get punished again.
When I reach the side door, I pull it open, and Jack and Caden stand there with shit-eating grins. Caden’s face drops as he takes in my clothes.
“Change,” he says as he pushes past me into my house.
“What? No. I’m fine. If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.” I don’t mention I’m driving myself. One battle at a time.
“Then you should change quickly.” Jack grabs my hand and leads me into the house. “Your mom working?”
I’m not answering that and tug my hand to get it back. They don’t need to know I’m alone.
“She works at the hospital with my mom, so I know she’s gone. This will go so much easier if you just work with us, Harper.” Jack shakes his head and drags me toward the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I try to dig my feet into the rug, but Caden lifts me off them. “Stop.”
Caden wraps his arms around me and holds me to his front. He’s warm and smells like freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Not exactly what I thought the enforcer of the horsemen would smell like. A little too comforting.
Jack continues up the stairs and looks into my mom’s room, then the guest bedroom, before finding mine. Caden drops me on the bed. I almost bounce right off it. I scramble to sit up immediately and glare at him. His lip twitches at the corner.
“Strip.” He moves with Jack to my closet and looks through the hanging clothes. Brutes. Wait a minute. Strip?
I gape at their backs for a minute before crossing my arms. “I’m not stripping for you two.”
“Take your clothes off, sweetheart. We aren’t here to touch you, but we definitely don’t want to show up with you looking like that.” Jack turns to me with a grin and a wink. “We have a reputation to uphold.”
“These are my clothes. There’s nothing wrong with them.” I stand and tap my foot. This is ridiculous. “I don’t care about your reputations.”
“Grab her clothes. I’ll take care of her.” Caden smirks as he stalks toward me. Hunger lurks in his eyes as he takes me in.
I feel a responding pulse between my legs. Seriously? My horny bitch is such a betrayer.
It’s not like I don’t get it. The cream of the crop wants to fuck me. Evolutionary-wise, my internal horny bitch is already lying down and spreading for them to produce the best offspring.
I swallow. Yeah, no offspring. That would be a disaster.
I back away with my hands out in front of me. I’m in my bedroom with two horsemen and they’re trying to undress me. This isn’t good. I should run out the door and drive as far away as possible. But worse will await me if I disobey.
Plus, this is my senior year. One year left. Mom can’t afford for me to transfer anywhere else and homeschooling isn’t an option.
“Come on, untouched. You said it yourself, we need to get to school. Stop delaying.” Caden closes in on me until my back is to the wall. His warmth flows over me as his green eyes dance with mischief.
“Take off the sweatshirt, but we’ll make do with the jeans.” Jack shakes his head and pulls out a black top. “We need to take you shopping. Your closet is seriously lacking.”
Caden reaches out and grabs the hem of my sweatshirt. I don’t know what to do. Screaming won’t do anything. They’ll do what they want in the end. I’m not strong enough to stop them. But if they try anything more than taking off my shirt, I’ll fight for all I’m worth.
“Lift your arms.” Caden narrows his eyes.
I blow out a breath and put my arms up as he peels my sweatshirt off. A flash fills the room with light and I turn to see Jack lowering his phone.
“Did you take a picture of me in my bra?”
