You’ve lost that right
Keep yourself clean and your pussy bare
Take care of what’s ours or you’ll be punished
I lift my eyes back to Eli and set my phone down. I show him both my hands belligerently. Take care of what’s theirs? Puh-leeze. His dark eyes narrow, but he turns his light out.
I find Caden again. His pace is quicker. His gaze flashes to mine. I want to listen. I want to hear what he sounds like whenhe comes, but it’s too much of a risk. Mom doesn’t sleep well. Sometimes, she stops by my room when she goes to the kitchen.
If she heard a guy grunting in my room, she’d investigate. I could claim I’m watching porn, but I’d rather not have that discussion. Not tonight. Probably not ever.
Instead, I study Caden’s face. The tip of his chin. His hand works beneath the sheet faster. He tenses. His fist stops. His shoulders ease down and he turns to give me a wicked smile.
I know he can see me. Even with the lights out, the soft glow of the computer screen reveals me. He gives me a kissy face before he rolls out of his bed, flashing me with his bare, toned ass, and walks across the room out of sight.
After a few minutes, he climbs back in bed and rolls onto his side, facing away from me. I blow out a breath. All the guys are trying to sleep except Luke.
His lights are off, but he’s watching me. I should fear this man who can sneak into my house without anyone being the wiser. Of all of them, I know he holds the most sway and decides what they will do with me and when.
He owns me.
But as I return his stare, his eyes soften. He mouthsgo to sleep. I can feel the heavy tug on my eyelids. Like even they feel the need to obey him. As they slip down, I open them to see him still there. Still watching.
Instead of being creeped out, I feel safe and protected. I know he’ll watch over me and nothing will happen to me while I belong to him. It’s a small comfort, but enough to make me fall asleep.
CHAPTER 12
The Tactical Gear
Harper
Our school doesn’t have quite as rigid of a dress code policy as some schools. My new outfits would be a no-go at most places. I slip on a black hanky halter that leaves my midriff bare. My jeans come up to below my belly button and flare out at the legs. I slip on my red Converse high tops and pull my hair into two top knots on either side of my head, leaving two tendrils to curl on either side of my face. Long, dangly earrings flash in my ears.
It would have been dangerous to wear anything like this last year, but I already have the beasts’ attention. I might as well live it up. I swipe on some bright red matte lip stain and add some eyeliner to my eyes with a touch of mascara.
I glance at my closed laptop. I don’t want to give them a sneak peek. It was odd to wake up and roll over to see the guys sleeping. For a minute, I watched them. They didn’t seem quite as fierce asleep, but I knew it was just an illusion as I closed the laptop.
Taking a quick selfie, I send it to Kenz, who sends me back the fire emoji.
The horsemen have all seen me naked. My cheeks flame at the memory. I’m definitely not showing as much as I showedthem last night. My new clothes shouldn’t matter to them. Yesterday, they changed me from concealing into something more revealing. So they should be thrilled with my new style.
I’m done hiding. I’m not changing. That’s for damn sure.
I grab my backpack and head downstairs. This time I pack two sandwiches just in case Caden gets grabby again. After all, I do like to eat. I hear a light rap at the back door and sigh.
For a second, I hoped he would let me drive myself. I stare at the door like it could hold him back and straighten my shoulders. Time to face the day.
Slinging my backpack on, I walk to the door. When I open it, Luke stands there absolutely perfect in a black t-shirt that hugs his body, showing off his ripped arms, and jeans that should be illegal with how they form themselves to his body. Fuck, he’s hot.
After a thorough appraisal, I lift my gaze to meet the ice king’s melted blue eyes. His lips press together, and I wonder if he wants to tell me to change. He takes me in from my toes all the way up to my lips and stops there.
I press my thighs together against the feeling shimmering inside of me.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice a little breathless, and lift my eyebrow at him.
His eyes narrow on my hair. I don’t think he likes it. Nothing to grab onto. But tough, it’s cute and he can’t pull me around by it. That’s a win-win in my book.
He backs away and gestures for me to precede him.
