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When we stepped inside, they descended like vultures. “Can I get you anything?” Mom asked, fawning over them while Dad pumped their hands in both of his.
“Never thought I’d see the day when my daughter brought home a future NFL star,” he said, smiling like it was the first time he’d ever been proud of me in my life.
“What’s going on?” Quinn asked, sneaking up beside me and casting furtive glances at the Darlings.
“I’m going to their party,” I whispered. “Oh my god, I’m so excited! I think I’m going to faint.”
“I thought we were going to make mini souffles,” Quinn said, doing a bad job at hiding her disappointment.
“We’ll hang out another night,” I said. “You have your sister here, and there are other kids…”
I stifled my annoyance when Quinn bit her lip and stared down at her feet. She should have been happy for me, no matter what I’d promised. Just because she was stuck here, that didn’t mean I was. If given a choice between baking at home with my public school cousin and going to the biggest bash of the year with the town’s richest, most gorgeous golden boys… There was no contest.
I gave her an excuse and slipped upstairs to change. As soon as I reached my room, I closed the door behind me and threw my arms in the air like Rocky doing his “Eye of the Tiger,” except I was singing the Katy Perry version. I pumped one fist and then the other, giving a little head tilt with each one. Then I got into it, popping my hips to one side and then the other as I thrust both hands high. Then it was a double pump to each side,and then I went full-on happy dance mode with a bit of twerking and some butterfly knees.
I did a twirl and came to a dead stop. Colt Darling was standing in my doorway, leaning on the frame and watching me with so much amusement I wanted to die.
“Oh my god,” I squealed. “How long have you been there?”
“Don’t stop on account of me,” he said, gesturing lazily for me to go on. “That was funny as hell.”
He thought my twerking was funny. Not sexy.Funny.
A second later, Preston appeared behind him, and I could only take comfort in the fact that he hadn’t witnessed my utter humiliation.
“What are you standing around for?” he snapped, pushing past Colt and striding to my closet. “We still have to pick up the hooker.”
“Thewhat?” I shrieked.
Preston rifled through my clothes. “Get undressed,” he ordered, sounding bored.
I glanced at Colt, and he jerked his chin in a nod, telling me to go ahead.
Trepidation threaded through me, and my first doubts crept in. Not about whether I was worthy of this—I was taking every bit of it I could get while it lasted, worthy or not—but whether I was readyfor it. I was their target before, and they’d groped me and stuff, but I’d only ever kissed one boy. I’d lost my virginity to Colt two months ago, and I’d never even had a boyfriend. The closest I’d come to drugs was sneaking real champagne on New Year’s after everyone was too schnockered to care. The closest I’d come to encountering a prostitute was watchingRiverdale.
The Darlings’ lifestyle was not like mine. They operated on a whole different level. They didn’t just have money andprivilege and titles. They lived by different rules. They could call someone a dog, and instantly, the entire school agreed. I’d heard they had orgies and drugs at their exclusive parties.
“This will work,” Preston said, turning back. He was holding a dress I didn’t even know I still owned, something my aunt had gotten me two years ago, hoping I’d lose weight and fit into it.
“Why aren’t you naked?” he asked. “Do you even want to go to this party?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, peeling off my sweater dress before I could think too much about how they were going to look at me. It was hard for a girl with rolls not to die of self-consciousness in front of guys who looked like literal gods—especially when they were fully clothed, and the lights were on, and they were looking at me like a head of livestock.
I tried to still the nerves, but when they both just stood there staring at my mostly naked body, I thought I’d puke. When we were in bed together, Colt said he didn’t care, but he also let me turn the lights off when I insisted. He’d never seen me exposed like this. I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I didn’t want to know how he was looking at me, if he was regretting sleeping with me.
Preston let out a little snort of breath, stepped over to me, and pulled my bra cups down over my boobs. He grabbed a handful of boob in each hand and squeezed until I yelped. Then he dropped his hands and snickered. “You’re not my type, but Colt’s right, those are made for a titty fuck. I’ll fuck them later and cum on your face,” he said, tossing the dress at me. “Colt can raw-dog your cunt.”
I didn’t dare argue. I was numb with shock as I pulled on the dress, sucking in my belly and forcing my body into the too-small garment.
When I turned back, Colt was watching me with cool detachment. “Got any sexy underwear?”
You wore these under your homecoming dress?
I shook my head, my face burning.
“Go without. Easy access.”
I paused, but they were both staring at me expectantly, so I gritted my teeth and worked my underwear down while trying not to lift my dress and flash them in the process.
