Page 103 of Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 3)
Aaron takes a step forward, and I can see that's he done holding back. Like he said, he did it for me. He puts up with Victor for me.
“Wait,” I say, standing up suddenly. Aaron pauses and looks down at my palm as I press it against his chest. “Fair is fair. I'll take the punishment.” He doesn't like that, wrapping his hands over mine and squeezing them against his warm skin. I can feel his heart beating inside his chest.
“This is humiliating, and stupid as fuck. You deserve better than this.” Aaron pulls me close, wrapping me up in his arms as the others watch. I wonder what he thinks about me climbing into bed with Oscar? “She didn't disobey a direct order; she just made a stupid decision. If anyone deserves to be spanked, it's Hael for getting us involved with Brittany in the first place.”
“Your dick is going to get us all killed,” Callum murmurs as Hael rolls his eyes, but Vic is already shaking his head.
“No. Hael's cock now belongs to Bernadette. He will not be using it on any other woman ever again. Clearly, he has a problem. Well, we've solved that problem by adding a Havoc Girl.” Victor gives his best friend a deadly look that chills me to the bone. “I've been nice enough to share my wife with you; do not fuck that up.” Victor cocks his head to the side and gives an unruly smirk, like a lazy king. “I won’t argue that Hael doesn’t deserve a spanking, but nobody wants to touch his nasty ass.”
“Except for me,” I say, and Hael shrugs, standing up from his chair with a joint tucked between his lips.
“Alright then,” he says, shoving his pajama pants over the muscular curve of his ass. He smacks his right cheek and gives me a saucy grin over his shoulder. “Spank me, Bernie. I’ll take ten, just so all’s fair, but try not to get too handsy.”
Victor smacks Hael in the back of the head, but if Hael thinks he’s getting out of this without a follow-through, he doesn’t know me very well.
“Fine,” I say, pulling away from Aaron and giving him a look. He’s staring down at me with some of that fiery determination that I noticed at the drive-in. He is really and truly done with seeing me pushed around or treated like shit. “I’ll spank Hael, and then Victor can spank me, and we can move on, yes?”
“Oh, yes,” Victor purrs, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I feel that’s more than fair, don’t you? A little humiliation goes a long way.”
“I’m not humiliated,” Hael says, his ass still hanging out of his pants. “I’m turned-on; let’s get to this.” He rubs his palms together as I approach him and Callum chuckles from behind me.
“I’m filming this,” he says, lifting his phone up. Hael doesn’t seem to give a shit.
I wet my lips and take a deep breath, lifting my hand up to cup that bubble butt of his.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Channing, but I feel like you’re taking liberties with my body.” Hael snorts, like he thinks he’s so damn funny, and I smack him as hard as I can. My palm stings because his butt is just too damn toned, but whatever. I do it again, and he groans, letting his head fall back as he takes a drag on the joint. “Mm, I’m usually the one who does the spanking, but I like this. Add a little water, and my cock could cut granite.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble, but my cheeks are flushed anyway as I spank him the remaining eight times, ignoring his groaning and murmured come-ons. Oscar stays quiet, watching the two of us with an inscrutable expression while Aaron frowns, arms crossed over his broad chest.
“This is the dumbest shit …” he murmurs, but he doesn’t try to stop it.
“Good boy,” Victor says, and Hael tosses him a look filled with contempt. He does what Vic says because he loves him, and he respects him, but he really doesn’t like being talked to like that. “Now, Bernie, pants down.” Vic snatches the extra plastic chair from the patio and parks it in the grass, like we’re on display in the moonlight or something. The other four boys watch from the porch as Victor sits down and pats his lap. “Bend over and let’s see that ass.”
“I fucking hate you,” I growl out, feeling my body ripple with rage. I’m extra pissed off because there’s a tiny little simmer inside my belly that likes the idea of Vic spanking me in front of the other boys. The idea of my ass being bare with all five of them around. The possibility that at some point, we could all be naked together …
