Page 48 of Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 4)
“Don’t,” I growl out and Oscar pauses, looking back at me with a sharpness to the set of his mouth that scares me. I might be naked and prone on the bed, and I might’ve bitched out when it came to finishing Kali off, but there are some things I’m serious about. “You ran once, twice, and I forgave you. Do not do it again.”
“I could hogtie him for you,” Cal suggests, but I think he’s only half joking to be honest. Part of me wonders if he really would try. And then who would win? Every time I think I have the guys figured out, they surprise me. Cal versus Oscar? God, it’d be a bloodbath. If it were a fair fight, I imagine Callum would win. But when in life is anything ever ‘fair’? The world is cutthroat, so it’s quite possible that Oscar could surprise Cal somehow.
I’m just glad I don’t ever have to see that scenario come to life.
“Callum Park, kindly the shut the fuck up,” Oscar says, but he stays where he is, one hand on the doorknob. His fingers tap it lightly. “Tell me why,” he begins, turning back around to look at me. It’s hard to see past the mask to what he might be feeling underneath, but at least the question is easy enough to answer. “Tell me why you want me, and I’ll stay.”
“Because,” I whisper, keeping my attention on him, even as my body quivers and I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to stay on all fours before I collapse into a boneless heap. “I’ve loved you since we were in elementary school.”
Slowly, almost cautiously, Oscar makes his way over to the chair in the corner and folds his long body into it. It’s not as close as I’d like him to be, but it’s something. He’s such a hard-ass, but I know—I just know—that underneath it all, there’s something special for me to find. Maybe I’ll be the only person in the world who gets to see it, but it’s there.
I just have to dig it out, past all the bullshit and the bad memories and the pain.
What I don’t know about Oscar, but that I’ll find out later, is that he checks on the girls at night for me. Heather will always remember the glare of the moon on his glasses and smile. That’s the kind of person he is, even if he won’t let anyone else know about it.
“He warned you first,” Callum says, giving a dark chuckle as Vic beckons him forward. He leans over me, and I spread my legs wider, wanting him so badly it hurts. “Did you hear that? He was nice enough to issue a warning.” He shakes his head briefly and sighs against my shoulder. I can practically taste him, but when I turn my head for a kiss, Cal keeps his distance. “I’m sorry that I didn’t give you that option.”
He finally relents and offers me his lips, but the kiss is brief and apologetic.
Kissing is best done with two people, and there are six of us in here. Six of us, and me with a red ass and a dripping pussy. I exhale sharply as Callum presses a second kiss to my shoulder, reaching around to find my clit with two fingers. He breathes against my skin for a moment, teasing my body with his hand.
Callum chuckles, burying his face against the side of my neck and making my lids flutter as my fingers dig into the mattress. There’s just something about him that makes me feel safe, like I could curl up in his hoodie pocket forever.
He sits back on his heels and I follow the motion by turning my head. Cal is tattooed in some places, scarred in others, his entire body toned and tight, lean. A dancer’s body. How did I not know he was so into ballet? How did I let us drift so far apart in those years between junior high and sophomore year? I got swept up in Aaron, but it was inevitable that fate would bring me back to the rest of the Havoc Boys in some way or another.
Cal pushes his blonde hair back from his face. It’s shiny and layered with the fine strokes of a razor, not long but not military short either, that perfect in-between. His mouth is full and lush and pink, his eyes the shape of sideways teardrops, big and blue and endless.
Looking back at him like this, it’s easy to see that there was a switch inside of him somewhere and that getting jumped and losing his chance at a career in dance, that flipped it. Callum Park is almost two people, split right down the middle. One half is the person he used to be, and the other is a monster who enjoys the horrible things he does.
