Page 94 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“I invited him,” Laura pipes up before I can reply. “I said if Amelie has a boyfriend, then we would have him over for tea.”
Kalen is the first to recover, snorting at the irony of Laura’s words.
“Boyfriend?” he scoffs.
The current and the exes. This ought to be fun.
“I wish you’d warned me that’s all darling. I would have taken us all out for dinner instead,” he lies smoothly. Although there’s probably some truth in the matter; Monty does not want Baxter in his house any more than the boys want him here. I don’t know how Laura is so oblivious to the tension in the room. It’s suffocating. Baxter has a polite smile on his face but I can see his black eyes dancing with mirth. I wonder how far we can push this?
I take my seat at the table, opposite Laura and next to Kalen, and pull Baxter into the seat beside mine. He’s opposite Monty which should be good. As I sit down, my dress parts, baring my thigh. Kalen’s heated eyes watch my every move. But when Baxter’s hand caresses my bare skin, he grinds his teeth together.
“So how did you two meet?” Laura gushes as we start to load up our plates. How fucking stupid is she? Has she forgotten thatwe all go to a school for delinquents? Is she expecting some fairytale romance?
“Was it the first time when you rode on my bike, babe, and I delivered you to the house of another guy you were meeting to fuck?”
“I think that was the second time,” I laugh.
“Who was that guy again?”
“No-one compared to you.” I bat my eyelashes at him. “Besides, how can you forget the first time? I gave you a blowie on my knees outside the headmaster’s office.” I pretend to pout.
“Babe, you’ve sucked me off so many places, I can’t really be expected to remember them all.” He grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me in for a messy kiss.
There’s a moment of stunned silence whilst the room digests what just happened.
“Ahem,” Monty clears his throat loudly, before Baxter continues his reign of terror.
“What happened to everyone’s faces?” Baxter asks, his face a pantomime of innocence.
“MMA,” Sawyer’s gruff response comes from the head of the table. It’s the first words he’s said since we arrived, but he speaks without making eye contact though.
“Looks fun. Maybe I should try it some time. What do you think, babe, would I be any good at it?” Baxter turns to me and cracks his knuckles. That’s when I notice that they’re split and scabbed. Wait, didhedo this to the boys? Why?
“I’m not sure you can handle the discipline. There arerules,” Kalen mutters.
“I’ve never been good at playing by the rules, have I, Sir?” Baxter smirks at Monty.
“Oh please, call us Monty and Laura,” Laura continues to gush. Why? She’s desperate to save face and keep upappearances, I guess. Why else would you completely blank a whole conversation about how much of a slut your daughter is?
I risk a quick glance at the twins; murderous. I wink at them, wriggling forward in my seat a little so that Baxter’s hand is forced a little higher. If I were wearing underwear, his fingers would be skimming them.
“Excuse me, I need a drink,” Sawyer snaps, getting to his feet. Huh. Interesting. Didn’t think he'd be the first to snap.
“Get your hands off her,” Slate growls in a dangerously low tone. He’s sitting opposite Sawyer, next to Baxter at the end of the table. He looks equally appalled and livid.
“A drink would be great!” Baxter calls after Sawyer, who pauses for a moment. His back is to us, but I can see from the tension in his shoulders how rattled he is. Baxter ignores Slate, but Kalen is less subtle.
“That’s my little sister, you've got your filthy paws all over. Get your hands off her. You make me sick, you’re practically finger fucking her at the dinner table!”
“Not practically,” Baxter winks, pushing his hand even higher. He brushes places I didn’t expect and a girly squeal of surprise escapes my lips, which seems to corroborate Baxter’s brag. “I know how much youlove havingyour sister...” Baxter taunts. Kalen’s mouth snaps shut and he glares daggers at us.
“Enough!” Monty barks. I just smile sweetly and tuck in.
Over dinner Laura engages Monty and Baxter into a three-way conversation, although I bet she’s wishing she was having more than just a chat with them both. She’s practically salivating, fucking Baxter with her eyes every opportunity she gets. Kalen takes advantage of their distracted state to hiss at me.
“Whore!” I fake a yawn right in his face.
“World’s best sister whore,” I remind him cheerfully.
