Heart So Hollow (Dire Wolves Book 1), page 64
“Bo,” I whisper across the room.
He slowly rolls over and sits up on his elbows, then reaches up and switches on the lamp on the side table, which only gives off a weak glow. When he sees me, he tosses his hair out of his eyes and throws back his covers, nodding sharply to the space next to him. I creep across the carpet to the end of his bed, which is only a queen size mattress and box spring sitting on the floor. I crawl toward him and sink down onto the pillow.
He rolls over to face me, “Did you get lonely?” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” I reach up to stroke the side of his face, “I just want you to kiss me again.”
Bo lifts my hand from his cheek and kisses the palm of my hand, “I’m going to do more than kiss you, E,” he crawls over top of me, settling his hips between my legs.
I don’t know how long I kiss Bo. Long enough to memorize how his skin feels against mine. Long enough to forget where I am or that anyone else exists. And I don’t stop him when he hooks his fingers over the waist of my sleep shorts and pulls them down my legs.
“I’m more fun to sleep with than Hildy,” he gives a half shrug as he tosses them over the side of the bed, “unless you’re into that.”
He pushes my knees apart and my heart starts racing as soon as I feel the cool air against my bare skin. I don’t know what to expect, frozen as his mouth trails down my stomach and his hand slides up the inside of my thigh. I mean, I kind of do, but Bo’s the first guy to ever put his face between my legs…
He lets out a groan the second he feels how wet I am and I inhale a sharp breath through my teeth when I feel his tongue on my clit. Moving slowly, he searches for the right spot until my breath catches and I grab a fistful of his hair to keep him there. Instinctively, my hips roll with him as he sweeps his tongue over my pussy and sucks my clit until finally, my breaths turn to choked gasps. My thighs clench around his head and the rush hits me, making me grind against his face. My hand flies to my mouth, clamping it shut so that nothing escapes but a muted squeak.
As soon as my breathing slows, Bo crawls back up my body and pulls me tight against him. Still drunk off the orgasm, I convulse against him as he presses his forehead against mine, flicking his tongue between my lips.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, Evie…” he growls as he grinds against me.
I try to focus.
Oh, shit…
Bo runs his hand between my legs, slick with my own cum, and pushes one finger inside me, and then another, pulsing back and forth. I dig my fingertips into his shoulders, and when he tries to push a third inside me, I go rigid and let out a whimper into his neck.
“Fuck, you’re going to take my cock so good,” he murmurs through clenched teeth, feeling me contract around his fingers.
Bo rises up on his knees and stretches across the mattress to the side table. He digs around in the drawer for a few seconds and then settles back on his heels, pushing his shorts down past his hips until he can pull them free and tosses them aside. I stare up at him, my breaths getting shorter as he strokes his cock while tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He blows the shred of plastic out of his mouth, gazing down at me like a hungry beast.
He’s going to tear me apart.
Dropping down, Bo lodges his knees against the backs of my thighs and spreads my legs as far apart as they’ll go. He falls forward, planting one hand on the mattress next to my chest and reaches down to position himself. I inhale sharply and tense my thighs when I feel him against me, ready to thrust his hips forward.
But, at the last second, my hands fly to his arms, grabbing his biceps.
“This is going to hurt, right?” I hiss in a shaky whisper.
Bo pauses and lifts his head, staring at me blankly. He’s silent for a few moments, and then his face softens, “You’ve never done this before,” he says with realization.
I give a quick shake of my head, studying his face for any reaction.
He furrows his brow, “Really?” He sounds shocked.
I’m not sure how to take his odd response, but I don’t have time to dwell on it.
He bites his bottom lip, “Wow, you hit home runs on the field, but nowhere else,” the corners of his mouth start to curl as he peers down at me, “and you want me to be the one to pop your cherry, huh?”
I hesitate, but then crack a smile, “Yeah,” I admit.
“Then say it.”
“Say what?”
Bo leans down, so close his nose touches mine, “I want to hear Superstar Maguire say she needs my cock.”
You have got to be kidding me, I roll my eyes with a huff, typical Bo…
“C’mon Maguire,” he slides his cock between my legs at a torturous pace, “open that pretty little mouth and tell me how much you want me to tear that pussy up.”
“Jesus, Bo…” I moan, half irritated and half losing my mind while I squirm beneath him, “don’t be such a dick.”
Suddenly, he reaches up and seizes me under my jaw, rendering me silent. He tilts my chin up so I can’t move then lowers his voice to a more threatening tone, “Let me hear you say it before I change my mind and send your ass back to Hildy’s bed.”
A shiver runs down my spine. Who am I kidding? I’ll say whatever Bo wants me to right now because, frankly, it’s the truth. I’m only resisting because he’s being such a cocky prick about it.
I take a deep breath, “Bo…” I murmur, reaching up and slowly run my nails up his scalp. He releases my jaw and closes his eyes, rolling his forehead across mine as I run tracks up and down the back of his neck. I kiss him softly, “teach me to fuck like you…”
A deep groan rumbles through his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face, “You going to tell Col he lost his chance?” he asks with a glint in his eyes.
“What?”
Bo nudges my head to the side and runs his tongue up my neck, “You going to tell Col—” he starts sucking just beneath my ear, “that he’s never going to get his dick wet in your tight pussy?”
My eyes round, “Why would I say that to him?”
Bo doesn’t answer and flicks my earlobe, “He ever lick your pussy?” he murmurs in my ear.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hiss, which only seems to amuse him.
“He hasn’t?” he asks with a devious grin.
“No!” my whisper cracks, “Why are you asking me that?”
“Why do you think I thought this wasn’t your first time?” Bo snickers, “If he hasn’t fucked you already, he definitely wants to.”
Oh my god. Is that what people think?
“He does not,” I scowl up at him.
“If he’s got a brain in his dumb fucking head, he does,” Bo retorts. “You think he can dance that close to you at homecoming and prom and not feel anything?” He kisses me, sucking my bottom lip as he pulls back, “He was getting pretty close to you tonight. What was he saying to you?”
A lightning bolt shoots through my chest when I remember standing with Col by his car, fighting with him, and then not fighting anymore. The things he said, the things he did…
I meet Bo’s eyes, “He told me to stay away from you.”
“You don’t listen to Col anymore?”
“Not about you,” I reply as a smile creeps across my face.
“What’s he going to say when you tell him I’m the one making his stepsister come whenever she wants?” Bo presses his mouth into the side of my face, “Maybe he’ll ask if I’ll share. You know that’s what he wants, for you to get on your knees for him while we spit roast you.”
“Bo, that’s so gross,” I roll my eyes, “Col’s my brother.”
“He’s not your brother,” Bo pulls back and his eyes go dark, “his mom married your dad. That’s it.”
“Well, you’re not my brother, either,” I brush my fingers over his cheek and behind his ear, “what do you want to do to me?”
Bo bites his bottom lip and scans my face, “I’ll teach you how to fuck like me. But when I say, me, I mean only me. Because after tonight, the only one who touches you—” he leans closer, his eyes boring into mine, “is me.”
Without even thinking, I start nodding. Parched and starving for his attention, I nod with excitement because Bo wants me, and all I want is him.
He reaches down between us and presses his cock against the wettest part of me, and then starts rocking back and forth. With every sharp breath or tense of my muscles, he slows, pulls back, and starts again until I feel my muscles relax and I start to move with him. Soon, every one of his movements feels like a torturous wave lapping at my flesh and I just want to feel him inside me.
“You want it?” Bo grins, feeling me pull at his hips, “Ask for it, Maguire. I’m not stopping until I fit.”
Damnit, Bo…
“Just—” I stammer, my eyes fluttering, “just do it…God, Bo, just fuck me…”
A sinister grin spreads across his face, “And I swear to God, Evie, if Colson ever tries to touch you,” he notches his cock in my entrance, “I’ll slit his fucking throat.” He growls the last words, eliciting a gasp as he finally slides his entire length inside me.
Bo is fucking insane. And, for some reason, I really like it because, instead of recoiling as he threatens Col, all I can do is dig my nails into his back and stifle a cry while he stretches me and fills me completely. He slowly slides back and stops just short of pulling out, then lifts his hand and gently clamps it over my mouth.
“Baby girl,” he looks me in my eyes while I tremble beneath his palm, “this is the part that hurts.”
My eyes round and, with a jerk of his hips, Bo slams his entire cock back inside me. I throw my head back, squeeze my eyes shut, and let out a muted scream against his hand. My legs go rigid, clenching his body while I claw at his back. But he doesn’t stop, he only holds me tighter so he can do it again, harder and deeper each time.
Gradually, the pain dulls with each jerk of his hips, until all I can feel is my nerves firing and adrenaline coursing through every vein. I cling to him and move with him, loving the feeling of being connected to him, being an extension of him, not being able to escape him...
Soon, his hand falls away from my mouth and he grabs my leg, hiking it up to his waist.
“Bo…Bo…” I whimper against his cheek, gasping with each thrust deeper than the last, “Bo…Bo…Bo…” It’s a trance I never want to break.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, his rhythm speeding up, “keep saying my name.”
When he comes, I’m at the mercy of a feral beast who twists his claws into my hair and pulls my head back, licking and biting my throat like he’s about to eat me alive.
Maybe I wish he did.
After he finishes, his breaths slow but he lingers over me like he’s guarding a kill from scavengers. I don’t mind, because I wouldn’t mind suffocating in his jaws, like I’m suffocated by his intoxicating presence every day.
“Bo?” My voice shakes when I finally manage to form a sentence, “Can we do that again?”
He squeezes the top of my throat, tilting my face up to his, “You’re not going anywhere,” he scoffs, “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
Technically, Bo did teach me to fuck like him. Sneaking down the hall to his room, parking his car in the middle of nowhere, running around the woods with him, watching him scale the pine right outside my bedroom window—after that first night, I just wanted to be wherever he was. And it’s not difficult, he usually finds me before I find him.
I just have to figure out how to tell Hildy…eventually.
“I don’t care who you tell or don’t tell,” Bo says before I leave his bedroom to sneak back down the hall. He squeezes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, this time with a smile, “As long as you don’t forget who you belong to now, that’s all that matters.”
That’s all that matters.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Colson
High School
I can drive like I should be out on the salt flats, breaking land speed records, or on a racetrack somewhere, ripping around curves and disappearing like an apparition, but I can’t play pool for shit.
Still pissed off and not knowing when to quit, I’ve already lost whatever was in my wallet to Mason. Finally deciding I’ve embarrassed myself enough, I relinquish my stick to some dark-haired girl I recognize from English and wander over to the sofa where Alex is about to pour a line of shots.
“Where’s Aiden?” I ask, “Isn’t he coming over?”
Alex shoots me a look and then continues pouring. I don’t know why I bother to ask. That’s what Aiden does, he disappears and reappears at will and no one ever sees him when he does. It’s been especially true this year since he’s had something new to keep him…occupied.
My phone vibrates and my look turns to disgust when I see it’s a text from Bowen. What does
that idiot want now? One thing’s for certain—next time we race, I’m picking the route and he can careen off the road into the quarry for all I care.
He sent me a video, but the thumbnail’s too dark and blurry to recognize anything. It’s probably a video one of his loser friends took of me arriving at Grumpy’s long after Bowen’s sham win. I should just delete it. It’ll only piss me off more, and I’m too drunk for this right now.
But, I don’t, because I’m apparently a masochist and I want to get even angrier. I’m sure someone here will fight me if I ask. Maybe that’s what I need—to take a few hits and then beat someone senseless. But instead, I tap the thumbnail to play the video.
Immediately, my heart seizes and it feels like someone’s just punched me square in the chest.
The first thing I see is Evie’s profile. She’s in a dim room, on a bed, on her hands and knees, and she’s naked.
My eyes bulge and I sink back into the sofa cushions, trying to hide my screen. I’m probably doing a shitty job of it. I glance around, but no one’s paying attention to me. Thank God the sound is either really low or non-existent, otherwise I’d just off myself right here in the middle of Mason’s basement.
Bile rises in my throat and it tastes like Old Crow. “No…no…” I mumble, staring at my screen, but not wanting to stare at my screen, “God…no…” It’s a fucking trainwreck and I can’t look away. “Fuck…no!”
Hearing my incoherent mumbling, Mason stumbles around the corner of the pool table, “What, dude?”
“Nothing,” I lock the screen, “not a goddamn thing.” I shake my head, thoroughly tweaked the fuck out, “Uh, Bowen…” I stammer, “just fucking with me.”
“That guy,” Mason scoffs as the same girl takes the stick from him, “he’s lucky the cops showed up before you laid his ass out,” he shoots me a smile over his shoulder, “just like the Canaan game.”
“Damn straight,” I mutter as I vault off the sofa and make my way down the hall to the bathroom.
There’s no way I’m watching this where any asshole could walk behind me and see it. Then again, I could just delete it. But then I wouldn’t know whether Evie’s in trouble. Right now, it’s the only possible scenario that comes to mind, and Bowen knows that. If Evie’s in this video, he knows I’ll suffer through whatever fucked up shit he sends me.
I duck into the bathroom and lock the door before opening my phone again. Once I get over the initial shock and pull my shit together, I realize Bowen is on the bed, too, holding her waist and fucking her doggy-style.
My heart sinks and my mouth twists into a grotesque scowl, “Ugh…”
He’s not gentle about it, either. Evie’s lurching back and forth, trying to brace herself against the mattress while her long red hair swings back and forth over her shoulders. But she doesn’t look like she’s under duress. As much as it makes me want to gag, her mouth is hanging open in a crooked smile like she’s enjoying it.
I can’t decide whether I’m too drunk for this or not drunk enough.
This was obviously recorded on a phone, but from the angle and stillness of the shot, it doesn’t look like there’s anyone else in the room. Good thing, or else I’d have to find out who and kill them, too. Based on what’s in frame, it looks like the phone’s propped up on something in forward facing camera mode. Evie probably doesn’t even know it’s recording…
What a fucking asshole.
I watch with revulsion as Bowen wraps her hair around his fist and pulls her off the bed, back against his chest. She lets out a squeak, which fills me with rage. There’s sound after all, it’s just really low. The bed is a box spring and mattress laying on the floor instead of a frame, which makes all their movements nearly silent. He grabs one of her tits and holds her head back while he continues fucking her.
“Am I hurting you, baby girl?” he says loud enough for the camera to pick up.
“Not—” Evie stammers, “not anymore…”
Then Bowen turns to the camera—he fucking turns to the camera—and grins.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub, staring at my phone, about to tear my hair out. After a minute, Bowen says something too quiet to hear and lets go of her. I hope it’s over, but it’s not. The white progress bar at the bottom of the video isn’t even a quarter complete.
Bowen sidesteps around Evie on his knees, giving me a full-frontal view. I cringe in disgust. The last goddamn thing I ever want to see in my entire life is Bowen Garrison’s hard dick on my phone. He sits down with his back against the wall and I now have a clear, unobstructed view of both of them from head to toe and I’m dreading what’s coming.
He motions to her and taps his thighs. Evie crawls into his lap and a second later, he grabs her waist and jerks her down on top of his dick so hard she lets out a yelp and falls halfway over his shoulder. And when Bowen kisses her, Evie kisses him back like he’s the goddamn water of life. He’s not acting like a complete animal—at least not right now.
God, what kind of sap am I? At least it looks like he’s being nice to her…fucking disgusting.
