Chapter 3

Ever been fucked

June's Pov

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my chest, rattling through my ribs. Lights moved red and purple across the crowded dance floor, as people grind on each other.

Some dancing, some making out right in the middle of the dance floor, while others with cocktail glasses in hand were already drunk.

I sat stiffly on a barstool and turned to Roxy who was leaning over the counter, and ordering drinks for us.

She looked completely at home here, seducingly smiling at the bartender, while swaying her hips to the music.

I felt like a fish who was dropped on the wrong shore. I didn’t even know why I’d agreed to come.

I guess because I’d never stepped foot in a nightclub before. Or maybe it was Kyle’s voice still in my head, mocking me, and reminding me that I was nothing but a boring nerd who could never do half the things Hannah did.

“Hannah knows how to have fun. You? You could never duck.”

The words still stung, killing me more than I wanted to admit really.

I had known both Hannah and Kyle all my life, Kyle from Maple high school because he was the school's golden boy and Hannah since kindergarten before she moved away, and returned last year.

Nothing seemed to have changed about her after her return. She was still the same Hannah who immediately drew people in both Maple falls and Maple Highschool because of her beauty.

And for some other reasons, she was also one I could always count on whenever the mean girls in Maple high picked on me.

I recalled a time in maple high cafeteria when Melissa Green, another beauty goddess, intentionally bumped into me as I was picking up my tray, causing my food to spill all over my shirt.

“Watch where you’re going, ugly duckling.” she immediately said, making heat flood my cheeks as laughter echoed around me from Maple high students. At that moment I wished I could shrink into the floor invisible to everyone.

"Stop it, Melissa.” Hannah got up immediately to defend me. “At least June can attract attention without stuffing tissues into her bra.” The entire table fell silent before erupting in laughter, directed at Melissa this time, while Hannah, like always, took a hold of my hand and drew me to sit with her.

She’d also been the same way, nice and sweet when Kyle appeared in my life. The boy everyone wanted. I was too shy to even meet his eyes, but Hannah had been there, nudging me forward. “Just smile. He’s already into you, June. Don’t waste it.”

And like an idiot, I believed her. I believed him. Believed in all of it.

Who would’ve thought the ugly duckling could land the most wanted boy in school?

I owed that to Hannah. Or at least… I thought I did.

Until I found Kyle’s head between my best friend's legs.

She started crying minutes later and told me the truth, that she and Kyle had been together for a while, they’d met online, that’s why she came back.

I felt like someone had punched the air out of me, everything I thought was real…my friend, my boyfriend, turned immediately into a game.

Kyle laughed and said it was a bet. Hannah stood, guilty, making me want to slap him, and drag her by the hair and make them taste their own cruelty, but my legs wouldn’t even dare move.

And I knew I’d look even more pathetic if I stayed. So I ran out of our planned sleep over, until I couldn’t hear her calling after me.

Roxy slid one of the glasses toward me, then smirked. “So… ever been fucked?” she asked, making me almost spit my drink out. I choked coughing as the burn of alcohol rushed down my throat, making my face go hot.

Roxy turned to the dance floor, watching the crowd with a small smile on her lips.

Still recovering, I cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand. “H-how do you even know that?” I stammered.

She chuckled, leaning in close enough for me to catch her perfume under the heavy mix of people's sweat and booze. “I knew the minute I saw you upstairs… lusting over your stepbrother’s ass.”

Heat flamed across my cheeks. My stomach, turning from embarrassment. “You’re not gonna… tell him, right?”

“Of course not,” Roxy said with mischief. “I’m not the type to go around exposing a sweet little stepsister who wants to be fucked by her soon-to-be brother.”

I swallowed hard, embarrassed, while my fingers tightened on the glass.

“Come on,” she said suddenly, taking my wrist. “I’ve got some people you should meet.”

I followed her, along with my drink, as she led the way up the narrow stairs that overlooked the club. The lights goes red across her hair, and the bass only grew stronger the higher we climbed.

Halfway up, Roxy stopped, turned to me, and asked casually, “So… do you want to be fucked?”

I nearly missed a step. My foot slipped, and I would’ve fallen if a strong hand hadn’t grabbed me from behind.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” a deep voice said, steadying me by the elbow.

My heart, still going fast from more than just the near-fall, glanced back at the stranger, who smiled at me before he climbed past me.

“Thanks,” I said weakly after him, my voice drowned out by the music.

“I…” I started turning to face Roxy who'd continue going up the steps, “I don’t know. I’ve tried but… it never works. The only time I actually wanted it…was when I saw my soon-to-be stepbrother inside you. That was the only time. But maybe I’m just pathetic. Maybe Kyle was right.”

Roxy stopped, glanced back at me, her lips going into that dangerous smirk like back in the Hart's pool.

“I could try,” I added quickly, surprising myself with the words.

“Good,” she said simply, then turned to keep walking. Then over her shoulder she tossed, “Because I have just the candidate for you.”

We reached the top of the stairs, the bass going harder up here it was like it had its own player.

Roxy pushed me toward the right, which was an opened dark lounge, where a few groups of hot people were seated across some couches.

Some breathtaking guys sat back with drinks in their hands, with a few girls on their laps, making out, while a couple didn’t even bother looking ashamed, as his hand was up in his girl's skirt, her legs spread across his lap as he fingered her right there.

Her soft moans filled the lounge but were covered by the music.

I froze, swallowing, while my whole body remained stiff.

My eyes moved to the side landing on another guy who seemed to be wearing something entirely different from the rest of the guys.

Fuck.

Here I was thinking Mr. Blackwood was hot. This guy was ten times hotter. A younger version, like Mr. Blackwood if you added every beautiful sin included and every temptation into one man.

His black hair was combed back in waves, which was hotter than anything I've ever seen.

His jawline was all hard lines made of perfection too.

And those arms, veins, muscles, was everything you'd want in your own man. His black long sleeves were rolled up, showing some few tattoos peeking along his tan skin.

His shirt was open at the chest, showing his solid body underneath, and a small diamond chain catching the dim light.

A black watch was around his wrist, costing thousands of dollars, maybe more.

He sat with his legs spread wide, a glass tumbler of dark liquor balanced in one hand, and he looked so fucking powerful it made my thighs press together instantly.

Who the hell wears suit wears to a nightclub? He did. And somehow, it made him look even hotter.

My pussy throbbed instantly, no shame about it. I could even feel it going not only hotter, but wetter and needier than I’d ever felt in my entire life.

And watching him lounge there, with his chest open, and his tumbler in hand I suddenly wanted the tumbler gone, and his hands inside me.

I wanted him to finger me just like his friend was doing to that girl, maybe harder, until I cried out from pleasure from the feeling.

How could someone be this beautiful?

It was obvious Briarwood hills were packed with hot men which is fucking unfair?

Heat traveled down my throat, and before I could pull my eyes away, Roxy leaned in, her lips going into that wicked smirk.

“How about a game, June?” she purred. “Truth or dare?”