Page 133 of Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 3)
There is very clearly a plot here, one that’s been brewing for a while.
“Maybe a water bottle would work better?” I suggest, and she nods, standing up and moving out the door again. I take that opportunity to spit the pills onto the bed next to me, adjusting my body so that they’re as hidden as possible. She didn’t seem all that concerned about me actually taking them, so I’m guessing they really were painkillers.
I could use them, too. My entire body hurts; my leg is killing me. It’s clear that one of my eyes is swollen since my vision is distorted a bit. But I’ll worry about all of that later. Right now, my only concern is getting out of here, so I can make sure Bernadette is okay. Ophelia seemed to prefer leaving her alive—smart choice, honestly—but Kali … There was something about the look on her face that says she isn’t quite ready to retire the idea.
As requested, Kali brings the water bottle over to me and helps me drink before setting it aside on the nightstand. And then, much to my horror, she crawls onto the bed and straddles me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask her as she runs her palms up my chest and makes my skin crawl. My heart begins to thunder, and I can feel beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead. No fucking way. No, no, no. This is not happening to me; I can’t let it happen.
“Aaron,” Kali says, digging her nails into my chest and grinding her hips against my crotch. My body shudders with revulsion, but when I try to struggle, all the movement does is jostle Kali around and make her smile. “We’ve known each other for a long, long time, haven’t we?”
“We have,” I manage to grind out, panic taking over me and making me feel faint. I might not be trapped in a trunk, but I’m feeling claustrophobic anyway. I’m stuck here, with Kali on top of me, and Bernadette out there worrying like crazy. I may as well be locked away in a dark, little box. “That’s why I can’t believe you’re doing this. I thought you liked me?” I try a different card, one that I hope will appeal to her a little more. Being hostile isn’t going to get me anywhere.
“I do,” she says, frowning hard and then grinding her crotch against me again. Theoretically, I have no control over my dick. As any guy will tell you, an autumn leaf can get us jacked up. A pillow. A sandwich. It isn’t hard to make a cock hard, if you know what I mean. Having a girl’s hot crotch grind into you would do it for most any guy. But Kali doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know how much I love Bernadette. “That’s why I’m doing this. I tried to get you to notice me before, but you never did. I even called Havoc, set you guys on Bernadette, and it did nothing. Nothing at all. She just came back, swinging even harder than before.”
Kali scoots back, and my terror reaches new heights as she unzips my jeans and reaches inside to grab my dick. Her hand is cold when she touches me, and my mind reels at the violation. I want to throw up. Maybe I should? If I do, will that get her to stop?
“Kali, please,” I choke out, closing my eyes against the assault. She’s trying to stroke me into an erection, but it isn’t working. I imagine if it does, she’ll ride me until my body gives up, and I won’t be able to stop her. All I can think about then is Bernadette. My body belongs to her. I kept it for her for a long, long time. It wasn’t easy either. I’m still human. Of course I wanted to fuck all the pretty girls that flock to Havoc.
But I didn’t.
Because there’s only one girl I have ever wanted or will ever want.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kali asks me after a moment, and I open my eyes to see her frowning. She looks up at me. “You’re not, like, impotent or something, are you?”
“Listen to me, Kali. If you let me go now, I’ll walk out of here and we never have to see each other again. You can run, and we won’t chase you. I give you my word as part of Havoc. This doesn’t have to end the way you think it will.”
She ignores me, tucking some hair behind her ear, and then gently prodding her swollen lips, like she’s trying to gauge how much pain they’re still in. When she leans forward, I just know she’s going to try to take me into her mouth.
So … I do it. I vomit. All the fuck over the bed, too.
