I shove Lennox’s cum-stained pajamas into the bottom of my closet and crawl into bed. The sheets are cold, the bed empty and lonely after being held in two pairs of protective arms for a few hours. I hate that I miss them already, hate that I need them to hold me, want them to wrap me up and keep me safe and warm. But I’m not part of their world, part of their crew. I have to get by on my own. They have each other, a whole gang at their backs. I only have me.
They’re a murder of crows.
I’m a murder of one.
seventeen
Maddox North
“We should initiate her,” Lennox says, turning up the box of Waffle Crisp and filling his bowl.
Our eyes meet, and an understanding passes between us. She needs protection. We can’t protect her from someone living under her own roof, though. Not while she’s living there. It makes the most sense. I know it’s the right thing to do.
But a dozen jerk-off fantasies flood my mind, and my cock stiffens again even though I just took care of it in the shower. Rae riding me, her achingly tight cunt milking every drop of cum from my cock. Rae sitting on my face, her thighs shaking as she cries my name while I taste her sweet cunt, fuck her with my tongue until her cum runs down my chin. Rae smiling up at me with that coy smile, that pouty little mouth just begging to be fucked hard and deep.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“She’s a fucking virgin,” I snap, grabbing the cereal and dumping it into my bowl. Half of it misses, and the little yellow discs scatter across the surface of the table.
“So we break her in before the crew takes their turn,” Lennox says, watching me sweep the mess back into my bowl.
I know he’s right, it’s the best way to protect her, but the thought of all those guys… I picture her perfect, untouched body laid out before them, her delicate, rosebud pink nipples and ivory skin looking so fucking innocent. I picture her wild, dark hair spread out around her head, that fuck-me look in her eyes and the saucy little smirk on her pink lips.
The crew would fucking go nuts for her. I picture fifteen men seeing every inch of her, spreading her legs and stabbing into her, feeling the tight squeeze of her slick cunt, hearing her soft moans and watching her tears fall as they use her one after another, coming in her hot core until cum runs out of wrecked, gaping cunt like blood from a wound.
“No,” I say, shaking my head and frowning at my brother. I can’t believe he’d even suggest it. “She’s too good for that.”
“Then she’s too good for us,” he says quietly.
“Yeah,” I say, dumping milk into my bowl and ignoring the way he’s watching me. “We both knew that already.”
Lennox takes a bite and chews, not speaking for a long minute. I wait, knowing it’s coming. “Since when do you give a fuck whether a girl’s too good for you? It’s never stopped you from fucking one before.”
I shrug. “You expect me to convince every chick with issues that I’m really not what she needs? If she wants to get on her knees for me, who am I to deny her? Her self-esteem is her problem.”
He shakes his head. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“What?” I ask. “It’s free hot pussy. Not everyone’s going to say no to that, Saint Lennox.”
“I’m no saint,” he growls. “As you know all too fucking well.”
I remember Rae’s tears last night when he said the shit he likes to say to chicks when we bang them. Dude’s got more issues than the girls who throw themselves on my dick. I must have just as many, because it was worth her tears to watch his cum bathe her sweet little virgin pussy, pour over her swollen pink clit, drip through her folds.
“That makes two of us,” I say, reaching down to adjust myself since now I’m hard as a fucking rock. “What’s your point?”
“My point is,that’show you treat girls,” he says. “Why do you care if we initiate Rae? She didn’t even care enough to stick around for breakfast. She ducked out while we were sleeping.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I snap. “I just don’t think she’s a good fit. She’s not tough enough to be a Crow.”
Lennox looks less than convinced, which just pisses me off more. The truth is, Rae’s tough as hell. When people fucked with her for the first few months of school, she walked around like it didn’t bother her one bit. She’s been taking a beating from her piece of shit stepfather for who the fuck knows how long, and she dealt with her shit on her own, not making it anyone else’s problem. She would have kept dealing with it and never asked for a hand up, if we hadn’t found out on our own.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to share her with the whole crew. Fuck that. I know she’s tough enough, but fuck if I’m letting any of those bastards get their hands on her. Yeah, they’re my boys, myparceros.But they’ll treat her exactly the way they treat all the crew girls, the way we all threat them. The way I treat every girl.
I don’t know why I fucking care, but I do. I want her for myself, and it fucking pisses me off.
I turn up my bowl, draining the sugary milk before wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. “I’m going to go set up the office for her, in case she needs a place to stay again. That way she’ll be out of reach of that assholeandus. Both of us. She needs protection, not a spit roast. We’ve got crew girls for that.”
“Whatever,” Lennox grumbles, looking pissed that he won’t get to hunt the sweet treat next door and devour his prey once he catches her. I’m just as pissed about not getting to fuck her, but I can control myself. I’m not an animal.