Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series by Callie Rose (sight word books .TXT) 📕

I can’t catch my breath, and I suck in gulps of air every time Chase and I break apart for a second. My fingernails scratch at the fabric of his worn t-shirt, scraping over the banded muscles underneath, and my hips lift off the mattress again, riding Dax’s face without an ounce of shame.

Dax murmurs something against my pussy, words I can’t hear but can feel. The vibration of his lips and the feel of his breath make me shake, and when he loops his hands under my thighs and holds me off the bed so he can feast on me, I lose it.

My hands grip Chase’s short copper hair so hard it has to hurt, and I bite his lips softly, kissing him over and over again as my orgasm flows through me, lighting up every nerve ending from my fingers to the tips of my toes.

“Fuck!”

My curse is almost as muffled as Dax’s words were earlier, and I can feel Chase smile against my lips when he hears it. He pulls back from my mouth and shifts his attention downward, pressing kisses to my jaw, neck, and shoulder as Dax moves upward, his tongue trailing over my lower abdomen to circle my belly button slowly. His lips and teeth brush over my hip bones and the sensitive lines of my hip flexors, eating me up in small bites.

Then Dax draws away and crawls to my left side again, sprawling next to me as his twin settles back on the right.

“What are you thinking about now?” Chase murmurs playfully, and I give a low, contented moan.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Good.” He chuckles, massaging my breast through my borrowed t-shirt, playing with my nipple and making a lingering zap of pleasure shoot through me. “Then our work here is done.”

Wait, what?

That doesn’t seem right.

They’re both hard. I can feel their arousal pressing against me, as if I couldn’t already tell they were turned on from the way their breathing picked up and their bodies tensed as they teased an orgasm out of me.

My hands slip down, ending up on either side of my still naked lower half. When I find two hard cocks straining against the confines of gym shorts, I stroke them lightly through the fabric.

Dax groans, sounding amused and tortured at the same time. His hand encircles my wrist, and he tugs it gently away from his dick.

“Not tonight, Low.”

“What?”

I sound highly incensed, offended almost, that he won’t let me at his cock, and he lets out a low laugh.

“Goddammit, you’re fucking awesome.”

Then he leans forward and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“But you need to get some actual sleep,” he concludes, his mouth moving against mine as he speaks. “Besides, I can’t have you touch me right now without wanting to be inside you. And the first time we have sex, I don’t want to have to rush or worry that you might have a concussion.”

Fuck. Fair points, I guess.

But it doesn’t stop me from punishing him just a little by sucking his tongue into my mouth and pushing against his grip on my wrist to stroke his cock one more time.

He groans, thrusting into my touch, and Chase laughs.

“She’s got your number, dude.”

I punish Chase the same way, just to make sure he knows I’ve got his number too. But just like his brother, he doesn’t let me go farther than that.

“Sleep now, Low.” He drops a kiss to my nose. “There’s plenty of time for that later. Promise. We’re not going anywhere.”

And as if to prove their point, the twins both shift closer to me, wrapping me up in their embrace.

My body is strung out and exhausted, and thanks to the two of them, my mind is blissfully blank.

So I sleep.

5

I walk along a deserted, dark street just like Iris did the night she died. It’s almost like I am Iris, except when I look down, the hands and arms I catch sight of are my own.

I know it’s coming. I know the car is lying in wait for me. But as if the universe has already determined my fate, I can’t stop myself from stepping out into the street, from putting myself in the path of the dark sedan that screeches suddenly into view.

It hits me, and I fly into the air, landing with a jarring thud, my body broken and contorted.

I’m dying.

Or maybe I’m already dead.

But somehow, I can still see the man who emerges smoothly from the vehicle, dressed all in black. He should be wearing a mask, but it’s gone now. I can see every detail of his features. The lines in his forehead. His round face. The small dimple in his chin. His hazel eyes look pleasant even now—even as he’s committing a murder, stealing a life.

He walks over to me and crouches down, running his hands over my broken body before stopping at my neck to feel for a pulse.

There isn’t one.

I am dead.

But somehow, he knows I’m still watching him.

Something like amusement dances in Hollowell’s clear hazel eyes, and he lifts a finger to his lips.

Warning me to stay silent.

I snap awake in a cold sweat, sucking in a shocked gasp. Muddy dawn light filters in through the blinds, and for a horrible, terrifying moment, I have no idea where I am.

My heart thuds erratically in my chest, and my skin prickles with cold despite the two warm bodies next to me.

Warm bodies.

Dax and Chase.

The fear drains out of me, and I relax a little, coming out of the haze of the nightmare.

Fuck.

My heartbeat slowly returns to normal, and I peer at the twins sleeping next to me. Both of their bodies are still curled against mine, arms slung loosely over me. I shift my gaze from one to the other, noticing the slight differences and similarities in their features. Just like their personalities, it’s those little differences between