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So yeah, knowing one of my best mates had sunken his cock inside her tipped me over the edge. I thought there was some kind of unspoken Bro Code. Shouldn’t she have been off-limits? Shouldn’t my mates have stayed away from her? I was wrong to think they would because not only had Bossi dipped his wick, but fucking Hastings had, too. And now, Cole had his sights set on her, even though I know he won’t actually be intimate with her until he thinks I’m ok with it. That’s the sort of guy he is. The problem is, he doesn’t realise he’s already stepping over the line because what he’s already doing is having an emotional relationship with her. I haven’t called him out on it, though, because honestly, it’s more what Rhys needs right now than just another dick to fuck.
That day at school, when I’d seen the matching hickeys on Rhys and Shaun’s necks, I’d wanted to call her a slut. A whore. I’d wanted to spew vile words at her and make her feel like shit, yet I couldn’t go through with it because, despite the betrayal I’d felt at the time, I fucking loved her. And I still fucking do.
The day she admitted she was a sex addict, I didn’t know what to think. Sure, I knew she liked sex. We couldn’t keep our genitals from clashing when we were together. But a sex addict? It was hard for me to comprehend. She is only seventeen. How can a seventeen-year-old have an addiction to sex? If only I knewthenwhat I knownow. Now, things are starting to make more sense… kind of.
She told me about the sex parties, which I know is what Bossi was referring to the night of Halloween, when he said they hooked up at a sex club. She also admitted to having feelings for me, but she also has them for Shaun as well. Apparently, Bossi said he’d share her, and she seems to be happy with that arrangement.
I’ve struggled to wrap my head around that, if I’m being honest. I’m struggling to understand how my girl has changed so much from the Rhys George I first hooked up with. Then again, did I ever really know her?
Sure, I know her body. I know exactly how to milk an orgasm from her, but when we were hooking up, I had no idea she was a regular visitor at a sex club. No idea she’s a sex addict. No idea about this older guy she’s been seeing.Me not knowing all these things about Rhys is just as much on me as it is on her. She told me how it was from the beginning, but I was too dick-blind to get to the bottom of why she didn’t want a relationship. Sure, I tried to ask, but I didn’t try hard enough. I just thought I could sex her up good, and she’d be as into my body as I was into hers.
Now, these secrets have come out about her. Secrets I could never have imagined were possible in a million years. It fucking breaks my heart to know she lost her virginity when she was only eleven.
How the fuck does Garrett know that about her? She must have told him, yet she never told me any of her secrets. He hasn’t even fucked her, and she divulged that information to him. Maybe that’s it, though. Maybe she trusts him because he hasn’t gone to that place with her. He’s working a different angle, and it pisses me off that I’m not the one she’s confiding in.
Was that how old she was in that video? Eleven? She was so fucking young. Too fucking young to be doing the things we witnessed. There’s something about that disgusting video that’s not sitting well with me. I’m not talking about how wrong it is for a full-grown arse adult male to be doing those things with a child, either. That shit is fucked and sick, and he should have his dick cut the fuck off for doing that shit!
What I’m referring to is the little girl. She didn’t seem unwilling. The little girl version of Rhys looked like she was enjoying herself, and I can’t fucking get that thought out of my head. I don’t understand it. Maybe she was drugged or something? Surely, she knew what she was doing was wrong?
Fuck! I don’t know! I just don’t fucking know!
This has all gotten too much, yet here I fucking am, declaring that I’m one of her guys without really knowing if I want to beoneof her guys.
It’s just so fucked up.
“Dude, you’re growling,” Simon whispers in my ear, and I flinch back, looking around to see if anyone else heard.
We’re walking along a hiking track that runs along side the Timber River. Bossi and Rhys are up ahead, looking around and pointing to birds or lizards as they walk, chatting away about nothing important while Rhys uses her camera to capture things she likes the look of.Garrett is behind them, watching Rhys like he owns her, while Hastings is walking with me at the back.
I don’t know what the fuck we are doing out here in the bush. There’s nothing exciting out here, yet we keep walking deeper. We will probably get fucking lost and die, and we’ll be remembered as those teenagers that thought they knew how to fucking camp.
“Wanna talk about it?” Simon nudges my shoulder, and I shoot him a glare.
“Not really.”
“Come on, man. It might make you feel better.” Simon smiles. I appreciate that he’s trying to help, but it’s just pissing me off more.
“You don’t wanna know where my head is at.” I hiss, and his brows lift as he raises his hands to show he is backing off.
“Hey, look! A cave!” Rhys yells from up ahead, gaining my attention, and I’m about to call out to her to stay on the track, but it’s too late. She’s already run off into the forest.
“Fucking hell. Going off track isn’t a good idea.” I grumble, and Garrett looks back at me, his lips thinning.
“Oh, come on, Grady. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Simon shoulders me before taking off in a sprint to catch up with Rhys and Bossi.
Garrett chuckles. “You should just give in and let down your guard, Grady. Who knows, you might have fun.”
I roll my eyes at him and drop my shoulders, knowing he’s probably right. This shit with Rhys will never get better unless I try to go along with it. What’s the worst that can happen? I realise Ican’tshare her and spend the rest of my days watching her in some sort of group relationship with my mates? Is there even a name for this sort of relationship?
Fucked if I know!
I take in my surroundings as I walk, making a mental note of anything that can easily be identified just in case wedofind ourselves lost, and I follow behind Garrett, off the track and through the scrub that lines a cliff face.
Rhys is right. There’s a cave here. The entrance is a wide cavern, tall enough to stand five Garretts tall in, and the deeper it goes into the cliff face, the smaller the cavern becomes until all you can see is darkness.
“This place is sick.” Bossi turns in a circle, looking up to examine the space.
He’s right. It is pretty sick. It’s big enough to provide shelter from the weather, and the ashy pile of burnt branches shows we aren’t the first campers to find this place. Someone has been here before and had a campfire.
