LOGINI jumped back into the water, pulled off my underwear, waved it in front of them like a flag, and flung it onto Orlandoās thighs. The damp fabric landed with a soft slap. He stared at it, then at me, one eyebrow climbing. āBold,ā he said, voice rough. Macmillan was already standing, water streaming down the hard lines of his chest and stomach. He stepped out of his own briefs, kicked them aside, and walked into the shallows until the lake lapped at his hips. His cock hung heavy, half-hard already, the head darkening as the cool water kissed it. Jordan followed a second later, stripping without ceremony, his own length bouncing against his thigh as he waded in. I stayed where I was, treading water, watching all three of them come for me. The quarry walls rose steep and silent around us; no one else existed. Orlando reached me first. He didnāt kiss me this time. He simply closed the last foot of water, slid one hand around the back of my neck, and guided my mouth down. The head of
**Aidenās POV**Macmillanās words settled over the room like a soft blanket. One more month. One more stretch of time before the world of lectures and schedules reclaimed us. One more month before I have to sit in a class full of people who are going to judge me, try to use or bully me.Jordanās arm slid around my waist. āAny ideas for how we start enjoying it?āOrlando finally spoke, voice low but no longer sharp. āSomething that doesnāt involve sitting in this study talking about feelings.āMacmillanās mouth curved. āI might have something.āTwenty minutes later we were in the garage, four helmets lined up on a workbench. Macmillanās father kept a small collection of motorcycles, nothing flashy, just well-maintained machines that looked like they were meant to be ridden hard. Macmillan handed me a matte-black helmet that fit like it had been waiting for me.āYouāre driving with me,ā he said. āJordan takes Orlando. We ride out past the ridge trail, then cut down to the old quarry lak
**Aiden's POV**I stretched with my eyes still closed, one hand draped over my face while the other swept across the empty space beside me. Cool sheets brushed my skin. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, painting thin gold stripes across the bed.I finally opened my eyes. I was in Macmillanās room. The bed was empty, but I could hear low voices drifting up from downstairs, familiar tones mixed with the clink of cutlery and the faint aroma of whatever was being served for breakfast.Jordan must have carried me back here last night after Iād fallen asleep on the couch.Dragging my feet lazily out of bed, I padded to the bathroom. Steam curled around me as I showered, the hot water loosening the last knots in my shoulders. I dressed in something soft and comfortable, then headed downstairs.After my talk with Jordan, I felt lighter. Ready for whatever my boyfriends had to say. Ready even for Macmillanās father.āGood morning, everyone.ā I smiled brightly at them.They were
**Aidenās POV**I gasped, my chest tight and crushing, the air in my lungs thin and useless. I was soaked in blood, my parentsā blood. They lay dead in front of me, eyes wide and glassy, staring at nothing. The metallic tang of it filled my nose; it was sticky and cooling against my skin, seeping into the fabric of my clothes. I scrambled backward on my hands, palms slipping in the wetness, until my back slammed into the door. Tears burned hot trails down my cheeks. I tried to stand, but my legs refused, trembling and weak. When I looked down, I was still gripping the bat, the same one Iād smashed into my stepfatherās skull. āI didnāt mean to,ā I muttered, voice cracking. āI didnāt mean to do it.ā I kept repeating it, staring at the bodies. āIt wasnāt my fault.ā The words tore out of me. āI was only trying to protect myself. He would have killed me. He tried to kill me.ā The more I spoke, the harder the tears fell, blurring everything into red and shadow. My eyes flew open,
Aiden's POV They took the handcuffs off and carried me back to the interrogation room, Harlan the investigator was there with me. He stood by the door with his arms crossed, watching the paperwork get signed the way a man watches weather he can't stop."The case has been ruled as self defense, it was signed and documented by the judge," he said, mostly to the room, though his eyes stayed on me. "Judge Alvarez reviewed the file this morning, no charges were filed. You are free to go Aiden."It should have felt like relief. It felt like static, a kind of ringing quiet where relief was supposed to be."That was fast," I said."Faster than I've seen in twenty years on the job." He didn't say it like a compliment. He said it like a man setting something down carefully because he suspected it might be hollow underneath. "For what it's worth, the evidence was strong on its own. You didn't need anyone's help to walk out of here."I didn't answer that, because I didn't know which version of t
Aiden's POV The sleep never came, not really. I lay on the thin mattress bolted to the wall, wrists finally free of the cuffs but still feeling their shape, and watched the small window near the ceiling turn from black to gray to a flat, indifferent white. Someone brought a tray of food I didn't touch. Someone else came to take more photographs, this time of the bruises around my throat, close enough that I could feel their breath. It was almost noon when they moved me to a room with better light and a woman waiting behind a table stacked with folders that weren't Harlan's. "Aiden." She said my name like she'd practiced it. "My name is Renata Cole. I'll be representing you." "I didn't ask for a lawyer." "No," she agreed, sitting down slowly, the way you'd sit near something that might bolt. "But someone retained me on your behalf, and given what I've read in the preliminary report, you're going to want one whether you asked or not." I knew whose money had bought her before she
Aiden's POV The cold air hitting my face felt like nothing, it wasn't soothing at all, nothing could sooth me at this moment.I wanted to book a cap, and go back to campus not caring about the pricing but I couldn't because there's a boy waiting for me to tutor him.There was a store nearby, I wen
Aiden's POVI have always hated mirrors, they always told the same story, thin shoulders, a narrow chest and messy red hair that refuses to lie flat no matter how much water I use on it. At twenty one, in a school that I never really belong to, I still look like the type of guy teachers asked to c
Aidenās POVThe city felt like it was pressing in on me tonight, every streetlight too bright, every shadow too deep. My head was a storm, replaying what happened in the bathroom with Jordan like a broken record, the hollow ache in my chest that had been growing for two weeks. I thought I had suc
Mysterious Strangerās POVThe boy was light, carrying him was no sweat. Slender and fragile, just how I like. Once I got him out from under the barās neon haze and into the back of the cab. His head lolled against my shoulder the whole ride, breath shallow and uneven, lips parted like he was sti


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