“What?” I’m not following Luke’s train of thought as I try to race ahead.
Luke narrows his eyes on me. “We own you the whole year and we won’t touch or fuck any other girl. But that means you play by our rules.”
Something warm settles deep in my gut. I’m not sure if I’m happy because I got them to agree to something they obviously don’t want, or if the idea of having these men to myself for a full year makes that bitch in heat utterly ecstatic. Kenz said they were going to keep me for the year. This is his move to make that happen.
I lean forward again and give him a forced smile. This would be too easy. What teenage boy would say no to guaranteed sex? Of course, I’ll have to convince this mythical guy I’m not a sure thing after the fact, but that should be easy enough to do. One guy. A single guy to sayhell yeah, I’ll date this chick. Easy.
“So if I find a guy to date me in this cafeteria, you’ll stop harassing me. But if I don’t, I give you ownership of me for a year while all of you have to keep your dicks in your pants unless I want it? Did I get that right?”
“Not quite. You agree to play by our rules for a year, and we won’t touch or fuck another girl during that time.”
I narrow my eyes. Semantics, but when dealing with the devil, it’s important to listen to the details. He left off theunless I want it. In the end, it’s still my body. They can’t force me to want any of them. At least not enough to fuck them. Sure, part of me is on board with this whole thing, but that part isn’t in control.
Besides, I could probably find at least one guy willing to pull one over on the horsemen. So their deal is a moot point anyway. If not, I’ll find another way out of it. Somehow.
It’s worth the risk.
I hold out my hand. “Deal.”
Luke takes my hand and says, “You have five minutes.”
“What?” Oh, shit. Always confirm all the finer details in a deal with Death. I jerk my hand from his and can finally pull my chair back and stand.
At least three hundred students are in here, if not more. I can’t possibly go one by one and check to see if the guy isn’t just wanting me under his thumb in under five minutes.
One asshole versus four. This is my chance to escape them. Fuck it.
I step on the chair and then onto the table and yell, “Excuse me.”
The noise in the nearest area quiets down. When the students see it’s a girl on the horsemen’s table, the room goes quiet. All eyes are on me, and I remember yesterday. I feel almost as exposed as when Luke had his hand on my underwear for them all to witness.
“Ticktock, kitten,” Eli says.
“I need a boyfriend,” I shout.
“You sure you don’t need another spanking,” a voice calls out from the back. Laughter drifts around the room.
Way to sound desperate, Harper. This is a lot more humiliating than I thought it would be.
“I need a guy to date this year, so I can live my life normally.”
Jack shifts to sit on the table by my feet, and then Eli does so on my other side. Their shoulders touch my legs. It shouldn’t ease some of the tension in me, but it does. A little. Even though they’re probably glaring at the people looking at me.
I swallow my pride. “I’ve done everything in my power to stay out of the horsemen’s sights, but now I just need a guy. Surely, one of you is willing to take on a girlfriend.”
“If you want someone to fuck you, all you have to do is ask, baby,” that same voice calls out. Asshole.
Someone else yells out, “Show us your tits.”
More uncomfortable laughter scatters around the cafeteria.
“Don’t you dare, unicorn.” His voice low, Luke steps up behind me on the table. “You have two minutes.”
Fuck my life. I have a horseman breathing down my neck and two more probably mean mugging the rest of the student body. Who knows what Caden is currently doing?
“Look, you all go to school here. You know who I’m dealing with. They’ve allowed me one chance to find a boyfriend to satisfy their requirements. All I need is one guy.” Instead of four hulking ones who won’t give a flying fuck about my feelings.
I scan the crowd. The girls look at me like I’m a thankless bitch, but I don’t care about them. Or at least, I don’t right now. If the other agreement goes into effect, I’ll be cutting off their supply of premium dick—if everyone is to be believed—for the entire year.
