Page 2 of Liar
Us. All of us. Together.
Not a typical dating scenario, but as long as the guys were okay with it, I was down. I couldn’t imagine saying goodbye to any of them.
My body flushed with sweat, and the only thing I could see was Travis above me. He wasn’t overly muscled, but lean enough to still pack a punch. Every time he filled me, the breath was knocked out of my lungs, and each time his cock left me, my body ached with the need to be filled again.
Having multiple boyfriends was certainly good for your sex life.
Travis’s hips rocked faster, pumping in and out of me at a speed my brain could hardly register. He brought himself to his precipice, his shoulders tensing above me as he let out a low, scratchy groan, almost like a growl. He filled me up as he orgasmed, taking his good old time to withdraw from me. He placed a single kiss upon my lips before murmuring, “Can’t I keep you here forever?”
Our eyes met, and I shook my head. Travis had grown a bit more used to sharing, but I knew if he had his way, he’d tuck me away and keep me all to himself. I was his obsession, his drug of choice. I was what kept that heart beating in his chest and that brain calculating in his head. Last semester I’d become everything to him, so much so that he knew I needed Will and Declan, so he didn’t fight me about it.
He still didn’t really get along with Will, but I hoped that would change, now that Will was officially a student at Hillcrest.
To go to the university where your father used to be the dean of students after killing said father would be hard on Will—and Declan, for that matter. Rumors had flown around late last semester after it happened, and I could only imagine the things the other students would say once they saw Will.
The police had cleared him of any wrongdoing; the official story was Dean Briggs had attacked his son, and Will reacted in self-defense. The rumors would fly for months, definitely, regardless of whether it was true. The other rich, spoiled kids at Hillcrest didn’t care about the truth.
“We both know you can’t,” I told him, mentally snapping a picture of how handsome he looked covered in sweat, the tattoos on his body in plain view. The dragon on his left arm, how it coiled around and ended on his chest; the tribal design on his right that continued to his right pectoral and his abdomen. He truly was a fine male specimen, even if he was dangerous.
“I could try,” Travis suggested, lying beside me on the bed as he ran a finger up my stomach, between my breasts, and along my collarbone.
“Not today, Travis. I have to get my textbooks from the store, and then I have to check in on Will, make sure he’s settling in.”
Travis rolled his azure eyes, reaching above me to start uncoiling and undoing the rope holding me tight. A muscle in his jaw clenched, but he said nothing. I really hoped he’d get over his dislike of Will. I did not need my boys at each other’s throats.
Once my wrists were free, I was able to sit up and crack my back and my shoulder blades. As I rubbed my wrists, I watched as Travis rolled off the bed and started to get dressed. Travis was not the type to not feel jealousy. Even though this arrangement wasn’t anything new, he was still envious, and he couldn’t do anything but let it show.
I kind of liked it. As long as he didn’t go full-on psycho like Ray, we’d be fine.
Yes, no more killer boyfriends for me.
After he got his pants on, I hopped off the bed and reached for him, dragging his tall frame down for a fast, heated kiss. “Don’t brood,” I told him. “You know I love you.” Those beautiful, dangerous baby blues met my stare, and my breath caught in my throat, but all he did was nod in response.
Travis wasn’t the kind of guy who shared his feelings often. It didn’t bother me, because I’d known from the beginning he wasn’t like anyone else, but still. It would’ve been nice to hear him say I love you back.
I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and then I left.
Campus was eerily quiet. I wore a hoodie over my clothes, a long-sleeved shirt under it. My jeans, for once, had no holes. A beanie sat on my head, and I walked across campus. My skateboard sat in my room. Skating when it was cold outside kind of sucked. The wind made everything more unbearable. Plus, the occasional snowfall made for some terrible sidewalks to skate on anyway. For a while, at least, I’d have to learn to be like everyone else here.
Walk, I meant, because no way in hell I’d ever really be like the other male students here. They all came from rich families, all of them heirs to whatever wealthy throne they came from. I’d never be like them, but that was okay. I didn’t want to be.
I crossed paths with a few other Hillcrest students, but not many. It was early in the afternoon, the sun hidden by grey clouds above me, and I kept my hands in my hoodie’s pocket as I walked to the union. My books had already been paid for—Mom’s Christmas present to me, something she’d been saving up the last few months for. All I had to do was pick them up and take them back to my room, and then I’d pay Will a visit. Declan was with him now, helping him unpack, since he was the only one Will had left, family-wise.
I couldn’t imagine being either one of them, not with what happened. Their father, the dean of Hillcrest, not only slept with an underaged girl, but he then killed her. It didn’t really make much sense to me, but I needed to forget it. I needed to move on. This semester had to be normal; my sanity depended on it.
The union came into view, and I heaved a sigh. My body still tingled with the high Travis had given me, but I dutifully ignored it as I pushed through the glass doors and entered through the side of the large building. The union was like a dead zone when classes weren’t officially in session. There was hardly anyone in the cafeteria, only a few students walking around.
Of course, there were other students in the bookstore, picking up their textbooks for this semester, so I had to wait a bit before I was able to talk to the worker behind the register and hand him my list, along with the receipt my mom had given me for Christmas to show they were all pre-paid.
Kind of a lame Christmas present, but when you were used to getting socks and a candy cane, well, you learned to be grateful when you got something else.
That said nothing about the presents my dad attempted to give me, but he hadn’t sent anything in a while. Years. I think, finally, he’d given up on me, realized I wasn’t going to make buddy-buddy with him. I was firmly on Mom’s side, not his.
The bookstore worker disappeared to find my order in the backroom, and I waited. I checked my phone, texting Will and Declan that I’d be there after I dropped my books off at the dorm room. A smile grew on my face when Will immediately texted back. I’d already seen Declan, but Will? Not yet.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see him. It felt like it’d been so long since I’d laid eyes on him. I’d gone to their father’s funeral, been with them when I could before winter break began. Since Will and Declan were Dean Briggs’s only children, they inherited it all. The house, the Briggs fortune, and all the other stuff wealthy people had. They had a lot more responsibility now, but I’d help them when I could.
As I slipped my phone back into my pocket, my mind wandered to what we could possibly do. Will and Declan were okay with sharing…would it be wrong to suggest a brother sandwich? Not going to lie, something like that had been on my mind for a while, ever since being with Declan and Travis like that.
