Hidden River Deception (Hidden River Academy Book 4) Read online

  "You know I could really use a stress reliever," Shawn said as he shot me a look from beneath his thick eyelashes. I laughed and shook my head.

  "Are you serious? We have to study. We have a shit ton of tests coming up. Do you want to fail everything? Things are already kinda tenuous for you." I winced as the words popped out of my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say that. I should have been more thoughtful with how he was feeling. Hi, I’m Mia, and sometimes I say the worst things that are so insensitive to other people's situations. It's almost like I had a clumsy mouth. Shawn thankfully didn't seem to be hurt though, and relief flooded through me. He shrugged his shoulders instead of the frown I would have expected.

  "That was rude," he said with a grin that told me he wasn't offended. I glared at him, even though I was in the wrong.

  "I know what you're trying to do," I said, warning in my tone. Buck snorted and hugged me, kissing the top of my head.

  "Oh yeah? What's he trying to do, sweetheart?” As I looked up at him, he grinned at me, a filthy look in his eyes. He knew exactly what Shawn was doing, and apparently he was in on it too. Had those two fuckers been texting? From across the room Colt threw up his hands.

  "Oh my God, fuck already or like, just don't. But this sexual tension going on, I can’t handle it. Some of us actually rely on our good grades and not our daddy’s pocket-money to stay in school,“ he said. He got to his feet and walked over to Buck's fridge, opening up. There was a good selection of beer inside, because rules don't apply to you when you're rich as Buck was.

  Colt pulled one out and popped the top, taking a long sip before gesturing towards us with the can. "So is this a study session or an orgy waiting to happen?” His words were making me blush, and the warmth in my belly was intense. I should’ve studied. I should have been focused on my books, but surrounded by those three, could anyone blame me? It wasn't my fault that I had three of the hottest guys I'd ever seen in the same room, and they were all mine.

  It kind of felt like I imagined Augustus Gloop felt when he finally went into the chocolate factory and saw the big open room with all of the food everywhere. Except it was guys and their dicks I was surrounded with, not chocolate.

  Shawn gave Colt a heavy lidded look, his smirk tug at one corner of his mouth.

  "You mad, bro? You mad because you want all this, bro?" He gestured his body and Colt startled before jerking his head.

  "You fucking wish," he said. "The only thing in this room I want is that," he said as he pointed to me. I stuck my tongue out at him. “Sorry, I don’t receive, I only give,” he added, which didn’t make much sense to me. I’d ask him later.

  "I am not a thing," I said. Colt winked at me.

  "You know I talking adore you baby," he said, and the heat in his voice made my everything clench down. God I was such a slut, wasn’t I, but I was fucking happy to be one. Was there anything even wrong with this? It made me happy? Weren't we always supposed to be pursuing her own personal happiness? I think that's what the inspirational quotes always said. Pursue your happiness, Mia.

  For me happiness was three dicks, apparently.

  I felt a pair of hot lips press on my temple, as Buck pulled me fully into his lap.

  "You say no, and all of this? It stops," he promised me. He kissed me, his mouth soft and insistent, making my skin warm, and making me wish we didn't have a series of brutal exams coming, so I could just enjoy him and the rest of them without worrying.

  "You're thinking too much," Shawn said.

  “What am I supposed to be doing?" I asked as Buck left me breathless. I squirmed in his lap, trying to slide my legs open so I could press myself into his hips. I wanted him. The shift from studious Mia to sexy-times Mia was fast, a sharp descent.

  “This is smoking hot and all that," Cold said, “but there is no way I'm getting naked in front of you two guys." He drink his beer, shotgunning it almost, and threw the can in the trash.

  "Colt,” I said as I gave him pleading eyes. I didn't want him to leave. Or to feel like he couldn't stay. He belonged here with me and them. He'd spent so much of his life feeling like he was on the outside looking in, and the last thing I wanted to do was turn this into a situation where once again he was left out. He sauntered up to me, his hips swaying, and he bent down to lift me up out of Buck's arms. He kissed me solid, his tongue flicking in between my open lips.

  "You fucking destroy them," he said and he licked his lips as he pulled away. “Fuck I'm gonna regret missing out on this." He looked at Shawn and then Buck. "Don't you both fuck her at once, no fucking spit-roasting, that shit is not right for a girl like ours." Buck let out a startled laugh and Shawn raised an eyebrow.

  "What if she wants that?" Shawn asked. I blinked, that creeping nervous feeling coming over me when you know people are talking about you but you don’t know what to say about it or what to do to stop it.

  "What’s spit-roasting?" I asked. The guys laughed as Colt shook his finger at Shawn.

  “Also I’ll know if you do, because she doesn't know what the fuck it is, and if you do it to her, I’m damn well gonna do it to you." He walked towards the door and Shawn let out another laugh.

  "What makes you think I have a problem with that?" He called after Colt.

  Colt didn't even bothering to reply and thundered on down the stairs, the door clicking shut behind him. Buck turned to me and smiled.

  "So spit-roasting is off the table, but how about we make you feel good, real good." He led me towards the bed. My pulse started up a quick hammering in my throat, humming throughout my whole body. Was this actually happening? I don't know why it made me so nervous but it did. Sean's hand warmed the small of my back as Buck kissed me again helping me onto the bed so I wouldn't fall. He pulled me down to lay on top of him, our mouths meeting.

  He was so tense under me, I could feel every shiver in his muscles. Buck would always be my first. Nothing would take that away from us, and I think he knew it.

  The hunger in the way he kissed me, his mouth moving over the edge of my jaw and down my neck, told me how much he wanted me. The only question in my mind was Shawn, really.

  “You two are so hot,” he said, answering that question for me as he sat back on the edge of the bed, hovering, like he wasn’t sure about joining in. I held out my hand for him and he came closer, kissing me as I turned my head up to him.

  “You, too,” I whispered, biting his lower lip. This was wild. I felt like I couldn’t be contained by my own skin, the amount of emotion and arousal flowing just under it. Shawn’s hand slid down my back to cup my ass through my jeans, squeezing hard into the muscle. I tensed, my hands falling to Buck’s chest, bracing myself there as he watched me, a smile teasing on his lips.

  “Well, that feels good,” he said, observing me closely, tangling his fingers in my hair, pulling on the strands lightly. “Do that again, Shawn.”

  “Maybe a threepeat? Twice more for good luck?” Shawn asked, sliding his hand down into the back of my jeans, his skin rasping over mine as he got into my panties from behind. The heat of his touch had my hips twisting, something that Buck was prepped to take full advantage of. He lifted his arms up above his head, stretching them along the oversized mattress with a groan.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he said, rolling his hips with a low thrust that had him grinding up into my core. I bit my lower lip and tried to think of my next move. If this, this threesome, was going to happen, I wanted to show them that I wasn’t shy and I knew how to get down.

  Which was a total lie, I was crapping myself (mentally), because next to them… I was basically inexperienced. Still mostly a virgin. And even after all the loved that’d been poured on me lately by Colt, I didn’t feel physically like I was a match. They were football players, and all that muscle-

  A hand cupped my thigh and Shawn moved against my back, brushing a kiss over my shoulder as he dragged my shirt off of it.

  “Right here’s my favorite spot,” he said, turning his head so he could rub his cheek
against my skin with a low sigh. “Cause I can see both of you at the same time, and feel your pulse as it speeds up.” Light, fluttery kisses landed along my shoulder, up my neck, and he caught just the edge of my earlobe between his teeth. I reached for him, curling my arm around his neck so I could hold him in close to me. I needed them both so close, to protect me from how fragile like spun sugar, I was feeling.

  Buck’s hands worked at the waistband of my jeans.

  “Stop,” I said, “I got this.” I lifted off of him, pushing away from the guys, and instantly regretted it as the cold air of the room made my skin prickle unpleasantly. I needed to get undressed though, and the two of them took the hint, losing their clothes until Shawn was kneeling in his boxers, and Buck was watching me, a smirk on his face with each inch of my skin I revealed. He held out his hand to me as I curled myself back into his side, naked and a little shy.

  “C’mere beautiful,” he said, kissing me, his tongue curling into mine. His breaths were coming, uneven and shallow as I shifted over him again, my leg slipping across his.

  “Just like that,” I heard Shawn say, and his fingers slid up between my thighs, the knuckles dragging along my skin. When he brushed against my center, my eyes snapped shut. Buck pressed a kiss to my forehead, and murmured into my ear,

  “Let’s make him apologize between your thighs, how’s that sound?” He shifted me, manipulating my body until he had me pressed down into the blankets, the thick covers surrounding me and keeping the cold air from biting too much at my exposed skin. Shawn’s mouth, warm and leaving slow, wet flick marks on the curve of my thigh, wandered upwards.

  Buck was saying quiet words into my ear, telling me how good Shawn would make me feel, that they’d talked about doing this to me, and only wanted to make me feel good, to show me, viscerally, how much they needed me to come first.

  For me and my needs to always, forever, come first. A tiny part of my brain whispered that was stupid, because relationships were all about give and take-

  “Fuck,” I whispered, all thought driven from my mind as Shawn’s tongue slipped between my folds, his fingers pulling me apart to expose me so he could better do, that thing, that made me dig my hips in and squirm slowly under him. Buck held me down, a heavy arm across my waist, and a wicked smile on his face as he looked at me. His eyes traveled up and down my body, one of his hands curving around my breast and just stroking there with his thumb.

  My skin was electric, on fire, all the elements all at once, and I let myself melt into it, not even trying to fight it.

  I needed and deserved to be worshiped like that, Buck’s words shivered through me, his fingers teasing my nipple until it was tight and sensitive.

  Shawn’s hair brushed lightly at my thighs, his hands steady on me to hold me still as his tongue worked up and down my skin, flicking over my clit until I felt like I was either going to die from it or explode.

  The sound of a door swinging open, and twin inhales of horror, ruined everything.

  Buck jerked next to me and grabbed the blanket, hauling it up our bodies in a heartbeat. I craned my head around, trying to hide in the covers and also see who’d come in.

  Two adults stood there, in the kitchen, in the doorway of a door that I thought led to another pantry, not to the main area of the house.

  The man wore an expensive suit, and the woman, a pink silk dress with a red wool overcoat. His parents. Buck’s parents. They had to be. It couldn’t have been anyone else. The household staff all wore uniforms.

  At that point, my brain melted and started leaking out my ears from the acute shame of everything that had happened in the last 30 seconds. There was no hiding what we were doing. Not in the slightest. Shawn was stuck on the floor, holding a pillow over his junk (when had he lost his boxers? They were on the floor next to him.) looking like he wanted to die.

  “Mom,” Buck said, and if I had been cringing before, I was absolutely dying then. Holy hell. It was not the kind of ending to my very first official threesome that I’d been expecting.

  His parents kept still, stood there in the doorway, shock still on their faces, even though they might’ve had the decency to turn around or something instead of feasting their eyes on our perverted tableau.

  “Well, son,” his father said, his voice strangled. “We’ve missed you.”

  “Ever so much,” his mother added, and I could see where he got his thick brown hair from, given her heavy locks that flowed down from her crown, not a single gray hair in sight.

  Part of me wanted to die.

  “Uh,” Shawn said, and everyone looked at him. He raised his hand, like he was trying to ask a questioning class. “Can you maybe give us a moment?” He was being way more polite than the situation called for, but given that swearing at the two of them was out of the question…

  Buck’s father took his wife by the hand and lead her backwards.

  “We’ll be downstairs,” he said, as if implying that we should come join them. For what, sherry? Were we going to talk about how me and Buck had been making out while Shawn went down on me?

  That was a horrifying thought. The door clicked shut and Buck slapped his hand over his face, groaning.

  “Oh my fucking god.”

  “Your parents were coming home?” Shawn demanded.

  “I had no idea! No, they were supposed to be in Paris for another month,” Buck said. “They weren’t even sure they wanted to be here for Christmas. I haven’t seen them in over a year.”

  “Ho ho ho, merry orgymas to them,” Shawn muttered, getting up off his knees and going to go grab his pants.

  The last vestiges of my orgasm fluttered angrily between my thighs. It probably wasn’t a great idea to mention it to either of the guys that I still wanted to come, pretty badly.

  Somehow I felt like the timing for that request was off. My face was flushed and my body was sticky.

  “Do you think, um, I could have a shower before we… are we going to go downstairs to see them?” I whisper-hissed. Buck groaned again.

  “I have no fucking clue.” He sat up and I followed him as Shawn cursed under his breath and got dressed. “Go, have a shower. We’ll just… maybe I’ll just go talk to them.”

  “Surprise, your son’s half-gay,” Shawn muttered. Buck threw him a vicious look.

  “It’s bisexual,” he said with a tilt of his chin. “Nobody calls it half-gay.”

  “Well I do,” Shawn said, looking mutinous. “Since I’m more gay than you, I get to make the rules.”

  “I’m having a shower,” I said, shaking my head as I walked to Buck’s bathroom. “You guys argue about that later. Figure out what we’re going to say to them now. Okay?”

  I leaned up against the cool tile, willing it to calm my racing heart and the blush of neediness that was throbbing between my thighs.

  Fuck.

  They were going to call my uncle, and even though he was being really chill and open minded about my open relationship status, it was still not something I wanted rubbed in his face.

  I closed my eyes and lifted my hand to my mouth. My whole face was burning, my eyes wet as the water sluiced down me. I muffled the first sob, but the next came out, mangled and raw.

  The shower door clicked open, a whoosh of cool air rolling over me. Shawn slipped in, and pulled me against his chest.

  I shuddered, and clung to him.

  “We’re gonna work this out,” he said, his hands rubbing into the tense muscles of my neck. “It’ll be fine.” Even if he was just saying it to make me feel better, it’s what I needed to hear. I sniffled and nodded, that awful feeling of needing to cry, or come, or something, still making my body all crampy and stiff.

  The warm water helped, somewhat. Shawn lifted a handful of soap, some fruity thing that I knew Buck didn’t have in his shower for his benefit, and began working it into my skin, leaving streaks of lather all over me.

  “Sorry,” he said, and I glanced up at him. His face was a study of concentration, and he focus
ed on my curves, then the planes of my stomach, up to my ribs. “I wanted to make you feel good. And I don’t…” He bit his lip, his hair plastered down his forehead and dragging over his cheek bones. He flicked his hand into the shower spray, rinsing it off. “Let me,” he said, pressing me back agains the cold tile again. I shuddered and spread my legs for him as he dragged his fingers between them, cupping my pussy and thumbing over my clit.

  The feeling was so intense I nearly came up on my toes. My soft moans barely rose above the pounding of the shower as he held me steady, my feet uncertain as he stroked faster, the touch so light that it was just what I needed, and why was he so perfect, and exactly in the right place at the right time? The pressure amped up with each movement of his fingers.

  “Please, sweetheart, please, let me make you feel so goddamn good,” he said, a demand at the same time as it was him begging me.

  Adrenaline had spiked through me so many times in the last ten minutes that my nerves were jittery and over-stimulated. I came with a soft groan, my thighs clenching down around his hand.

  He shivered, watching me, and kissed me once, as I blearily felt all the muscles in my body relax, the simmering anxiety falling away. I’d needed that, so fucking bad.

  “Now we can face down the gorgons,” he said. I blinked as he pulled away, stepping under the spray to rinse off.

  “What the fuck is a gorgon?”

  14

  Buck

  “So what exactly did you end up saying to them? Mia told us not to ask you about it, but she’s not here, and also not the boss of us.”

  I exhaled, the curling cloud of smoke spiraling upwards to the sky. Shawn had procured some of Hidden River’s finest, and me, him, and Colt were trying to relax after a rough few days at school.

  “I didn’t have to say anything. They decided to talk about their trip instead, and told me next time I needed to come to Europe with them. Something about nude beaches they felt I’d enjoy.”