“Go on, over you go,” I encourage him, but he shakes his head furtively, continuing to plead for mercy.
“Fucking hell,” I grouse. “Get it through your thick skull, you’re not getting out of this. This is the end of the line for you. The only decision you get to make is whether you go out like a man, or the bawling baby you’re acting like.”
My words are followed by an ominous crack, and in the next second, the ground beneath Wilbert’s feet gives way, and he and the ground he was standing on disappear. My mouth drops open as I lean forward, not daring to step any closer to the edge. Not that I really need to, his screams float on the air until there’s a crash of waves below, followed by a reverent silence.
We both listen intently for another moment or so, almost expecting to hear him crying for help, but when we hear nothing but the sea hitting the rocks far below us, I turn to Beck, a disbelieving chuckle bursting out of me.
He returns my smile with a dark grin of his own, wrapping his arms around me. “Damn, that felt good.” He chuckles.
“I just wish all of them could have met the same gruesome death.”
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ears, cupping my cheek. “I know, but it’s over. That’s all that matters.”
I nod my head, but then I pause. “Actually, not quite. Do you think Cain would be able to get someone inside Ashfield Prison to take care of Frank?”
Beck’s eyebrow lifts in surprise. “He’s going to be sentenced to life in prison.”
“I know, but I’m not willing to risk him ever getting released. After the things he’s done to Mason, he doesn’t deserve to live.”
Nodding, Beck pulls me in for another hug. “I’ll reach out to him and see what he can do.”
We stand on top of the cliff behind West’s house for a long time, and the faint pink and red of the sunrise is gracing the horizon by the time we head back to campus.
When we make it back to the dorm, I pull him into West’s bedroom with me, and we quickly strip off our clothes before climbing into bed.
As Beck slides in behind me, I can feel his erection pressing between my asscheeks, and I push back against him.
He nibbles on my earlobe. “What is it about killing off the last of your enemies that is such a fucking turn-on?” he whispers in a low growl into my ear.
I turn my head, capturing his lips with mine in a heated, sloppy kiss, full of tongue and teeth. “Fuck me,” I half-plead, half-demand.
He smirks into my kiss, shifting us so I’m on all fours. “Climb on top of West,” he orders. “See how many times I can make you come before he wakes up.”
Doing as he says, I place a knee either side of West’s hips, and press my hands into the mattress either side of his shoulders. Beck lines himself up behind me, and after checking I’m more than ready for him, he pushes all the way into me, until his balls slap against my clit, making me moan.
He sets a slow pace, taking his time building up our climax, and I shift my weight to one arm, so I can stroke my other hand down West’s gorgeously naked body. Trailing down the center of his chest, I stroke over his happy trail, holding back my giggle when his dick twitches under my touch.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I pump him slowly, in time with Beck’s thrusts, and my focus is so intent on watching him grow in my hands that I don’t initially realize he’s woken up, until he lifts his hands to press his fingers against my clit.
“What do you think you’re doing, Firefly?” he questions, his voice thick with sleep and lust.
Lifting his head, he kisses me before I can answer, and between his fingers and Beck’s dick, my orgasm hits me, and I moan into his mouth. Beck continues with his thrusts, dragging out my climax, and when I finally come down, he pulls out. I don’t get a second to miss him though, as West pushes his dick into my pussy instead, and as soon as he’s fully seated inside me, I feel Beck pressing against my ass. Fuck yes, a hot brother sandwich!
Inch by achingly slow inch, he pushes into me, until I’m so full I can hardly breathe. “Is that good, baby?” he asks, his voice dripping with need.
“Mmmhmmm.” It’s the only semi-coherent response I can form as the two of them start to move in tandem, one sliding out as the other pushes in, so I constantly feel full. I can feel their hands roaming over my body, setting my skin on fire as I rush toward an even more explosive orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, as my skin begins to feel like it’s about to rip apart at the seams. “I’m going to come.”
Beck’s fingers dig into my hips, and West’s hand slides up my chest to wrap lightly around my throat, and the combination of their possessive touches pushes me over the edge as I scream out my release, faintly aware of their grunting as they find their own.
After we clean up, the three of us collapse into the bed, and I quickly drift back into a deep sleep filled with all my happy thoughts for the future that I’ve never let myself dwell on for too long...until now.
Chapter 27
I shake out my arms, doing a few stretches to loosen the muscles as I step up to the side of the pool. The last few days, since Hadley and Beck snuck out to kill Wilbert, have been strangely quiet. I could get used to the peace, though. To carefree breakfasts and afternoons spent lying on the lawn. To movie nights, and climbing into bed with the only girl I’ll ever need.
Of course, there has also been a lot of time spent at the hospital over the last couple of days, but thankfully, Barton has woken up and seems to be recovering well. There have also been a lot of conversations about the future, and everyone’s plans for after graduation. We’re down to the last couple of days of school and this time next week, we will have packed our bags and said our goodbyes to this place. Today is the last school competition of the year—nationals—and we should receive our exam results this afternoon. Tomorrow is the final dance of the year, then graduation is next week, and after that, we’re officially done with all things school related.