One week.
One week is all I have until finals and then graduation. That is if I’ve enough credits, which I’m not certain I do given the time that I’ve missed.
Shitballs. I’m royally fucked, and not in the good, four peens at once kind of way.
The week goes by in a whirlwind of revision classes and trying to catch up with almost two months of missed work. Luckily, Kai and the guys help me on that front, plus all the teachers seem suspiciously accommodating, giving me only a few extra projects even though I must have missed a fuck ton more.
I’m ready to leave campus when Saturday rolls around, desperate for some space from the silent judgement and curious stares of the student population that have made my skin prickle for the past five days. They don’t dare say anything, but I know they all whisper about me, my disappearance, and my pregnancy. Fuck them all to hell in a handcart.
“Why don’t we go paintballing?” I ask hopefully as we all finish up breakfast, remembering the Christmas presents I’d gotten the guys and suddenly thinking that we all just need a bit of fun.
Ash gives me what can only be described as a withering Ash-hole stare, and I want to slap him for it, my fists clenching around my cutlery.
“You can’t go paintballing in your condition,” he states with an eye roll as if that was the stupidest thing I could have said.
Suddenly my lower lip wobbles and before I know it, I burst into tears, throwing my knife and fork down with a clatter and shooting up to my feet. They’re not delicate lady-like tears either, but great heaving sobs that rack my chest, and I’m sure snot slides out of my nose.
“Shit–Princess–fuck–I—” Ash stammers, his eyes wide and hands raised, and it would be funny if, you know, I wasn’t crying so hard. Fucking hormones.
“You fucking asshole!” Loki hisses, shoving a still floundering Ash in his chair, and Kai gives him a chilling death glare across the table.
Jax whacks him upside the head, causing Ash to wince, getting up and then my Viking strides over to me and wraps me up in his huge, comforting embrace. Immediately, my sobs lessen as I inhale his warm, lemon scent. All the guys make me feel safe and secure, but Jax is like my refuge, my security blanket. He holds me, rubbing a huge palm up my spine until I quieten, my fists tight in his black tee.
He pulls back a fraction, just enough so that he can look deeply into my no doubt, puffy eyes.
“It’s not safe for the baby for you to play paintball, Baby Girl,” he tells me gently in that deep, husky voice of his, his thumb brushing the tears from my face. I heave a sigh, knowing he’s right, but hating that there feels like so much I can’t do, or eat because I’m growing a baby. “But,” he adds, a mischievous twinkle in his ice blue eyes, “if you want to watch from the viewing platform, I’ll shoot Ash in the dick just for you.”
“I’d like to see you fucking try,” I hear Ash grumble, and it pretty much seals his fate as I let a positively evil smirk tug my lips up.
“Deal.”
Getting dressed, I decide on a cute as fuck denim, mini dress with a brightly-coloured, vintage scarf tied in a knot at my neck fifties style, and some brand new, red, sequin chuck-style high tops by my favourite shoe brand.
Apparently, after the guys discovered where I was, Loki went on a shopping spree and bought me a shit ton of maternity clothes in my style as well as several pairs of flats which he brought back with us from England. God, I love that boy.
I grab my sunglasses and phone, heading out of the room I share with Loki, bumping into Kai in the corridor.
“Jesus, Lilly, darling,” he rasps, his eyes travelling down the expanse of my bare legs and his lips quirking at the glittering shoes. “You are so beautiful.”
He steps into me, his fresh scent filling my nostrils as his hand snakes around my thickening waist and pulls me closer. My pulse speeds as he nuzzles my neck, kissing his way up to my ear and leaving me breathless and my knickers damp.
“Come with me, Pet.”
I take in a sharp exhale at the name, my whole body feeling like a live fuse wire as he pulls me to his room, opening the door and then closing it behind us. He leads me to the bed, but instead of pushing me down onto it as I expect, he turns me around sharply so that my back is to his front. I groan as he grinds his hardness into my lower back, and I arch into him, telling him with my body what I want. He tuts, biting my earlobe hard.
“Naughty, impatient, Pet,” he says, chuckling huskily as his hand slides down my side and his fingers hook under the hem of my short dress. “Hands on the bed, ass in the air.”
I do as he commands, feeling him take a step back as I move, pulling the back of my dress up and over my arse. He laughs, no doubt at my choice of rainbow and unicorn patterned knickers. “Cute.” He pulls them down to my knees, leaving them there and not taking them off.
I frown when a moment later my back is cold, and turning my head, I watch as he walks over to his cabinet of curiosities, aka toys to fuck you with. I can’t see what he takes out, but he’s soon turning back, stalking towards me with a wicked fucking smile on his lips. With his glasses, and hot nerd look, he’s like a filthy Clark Kent, and I am fucking here for it.
He stops in front of my face, leaning down and opening his fist to show me a gleaming, metal butt plug in rainbow colours and with a pink jewel on the end. My breath catches, and I look to see a wide smile on his handsome face.
“I thought that you’d like this one, Pet. On account of your underwear choice,” he tells me, running the plug up and down my bare arm. Goosebumps rise on my skin from the cool touch. “You’ll wear this all day. Only I’m allowed to take it out, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, shivering slightly.
“Such a good Pet,” he praises softly, straightening up and going around to my arse.
I hear the top of a lube bottle opening, then gasp as his fingers, coated in the cool lubricant, start to rub all around my back door, spreading it around. A groan leaves my lips as one finger enters me, then a second as he works the lube inside my hole.
“Kai,” I moan, rubbing my forehead on the soft, cotton duvet cover as pleasure starts to build in my core, which flutters, desperate to be filled.
He withdraws his fingers, only to replace them with the cool metal of the plug, and I breathe in through my mouth as he pushes it inside me. There’s a sharp pain as the wider part breaches my tight muscles, and he coos, stroking my arse as he coaxes me to take it all.
I’m a shaking, hot fucking mess, sweaty hair sticking to my forehead when he’s finished, and I just lie with my cheek pressed to the covers of his bed as I get used to the delicious feeling of intrusion. Kai pulls my knickers back up and then my dress down before he encourages me to stand.
I quiver with the movement, the plug making its presence felt in the most distracting way.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pushing my hair off my forehead and placing a kiss on my lips. “Let’s go downstairs, the others are waiting.”
Taking my hand in his, holding his other, slightly shining hand by his side, he leads us out of the room and down the stairs and I feel every. Damn. Step.
When we reach the bottom, he excuses himself to go wash up, and my cheeks burn as three sets of jewelled eyes lock onto me, assessing and narrowing.
“What’s wrong?” Ash asks, striding over to me and taking my face in his palms, tipping it up to look into my eyes, worry creasing his forehead.
“N–nothing,” I stammer out, feeling my cheeks heat up even more as the burn of the plug in my arsehole makes a lie of my words. I hear Kai chuckle and look over to see him casually sauntering over to us.
“Turn round, Lilly,” he commands, and although he doesn’t use his pet name for me, I feel my body wanting to do as he orders.
Ash lets go of me with a curious look in his eye, one jet-black brow raised, as I do what Kai says.
“Raise your dress and show them your new accessory,” is Kai’s next order. With my cheeks heating even more, I turn around, lift up the back of my dress, and pull my knickers back down before bending over.
“Fucking Christ,” I hear Ash exclaim in a low voice, then a sharp sting hits my arse cheek as a cry of pleasure mixed with pain leaves my lips as he smacks me. It jostles the plug, and I feel the effects deep inside me, wetness slicking my thighs.
“Fuck me, that looks so pretty sparkling in your ass,” Loki groans out, and Jax makes a growl of agreement.
“Right, time to go,” Kai interrupts firmly. “Lilly, get dressed.”
Swallowing, unsure how in the ever-loving fuck I’m going to get through this day with a butt plug inside me, I do as instructed. Taking a deep breath, I turn back around to find all of my Knights with hungry, almost desperate looks on their faces. It’s then I realise that I’m not the only one who is affected by it.
“Ready,” I announce unnecessarily. I stride past them, each step sending waves of sensation through me as I walk, my nipples hard and pussy aching by the time I reach the door. “You guys coming?” I ask, turning back to see them blinking, and I can’t help the chuckle that falls from my lips.
They spring into action, grabbing various items before we all head out of the door and down to Jax’s truck which sits idling by the front doors. A valet gets out, handing the keys to Jax with a nod, and disappears into the building behind us.
“Huh,” I say aloud as we climb in and grit my teeth as that move sends sparks from my arsehole through me.
“What’s up, beautiful?” Jax asks, turning in his seat to look back at me in the backseat. I’m sandwiched between Loki and Kai, both of whom have a hand on my exposed thighs.
“I’ve not seen Mr Smythe around for a while,” I state, frowning. My gaze flits from one boy to another as they all look elsewhere. “You know something!” I accuse, turning to Loki who is staring out of the window. I grab his face, physically turning him to face me. “Tell me.”
He grimaces, his eyes flicking to Ash in the passenger seat before coming back to me.
“Well, when I told the guys how he’d treated you when you got here,” he starts, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, and I hear Jax growl from the front as he starts the engine.
“You didn’t fucking kill him?!” I shout, looking away from Loki to Ash who is turned towards me with an evil fucking smirk on his pretty lips. If fairies come with Jax’s voice, they die with that smile of Ash’s. I mean, the butler was a complete cumbucket, but I’m not sure he deserved to die because of it.
“We’re not amateurs, Princess. Give us some fucking credit,” Ash tells me, rolling his eyes like I’m being overly dramatic and didn’t watch them castrate a boy or torture then kill a man, both of whom had wronged me. “We just made him see the error of his ways and had him relocated.”
“Relocated to where?” I ask, looking at the amused smiles on each of their faces.
“He’s now a semen collector for the Tailors’ racehorses,” Loki tells me, his face split into a wide grin.
“What?!” I question, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle my chuckle.
“He holds an artificial vagina for the studs in order to collect the semen so that they can inseminate the female horses and ensure good crossbreeding and stronger stock,” Kai informs me, his face completely straight and deadpan. A slight twitch of his lips tells me he is holding in a laugh too.
“He’s a horse wanker?” I enquire, my lips trembling with the effort to hold in my laughs.
“We thought that it was a job suited to his talents, being a wanker anyway,” Ash replies, turning back to face the front.
“And he always did have a stable hand,” Loki adds, and I fucking lose it, a bark of laughter bursting out of me, and then a groan as the plug shifts around. After a few chuckles, I manage to calm down enough to ask another question that has just popped into my head.
“Aren’t the Tailors one of the gangs caught up in that turf war in Whetstone?”
“Yep,” Ash answers, looking back around at me. “And Aeron Taylor owed us a favor.”
I’m about to ask more, wondering who this Aeron is and why I’m only now finding out about him, but Loki squeezes my thigh, and when I turn to look at him, he shakes his head. So I leave it, deciding that it’s not worth the hassle of getting pissed when Ash refuses to tell me. He’ll open up about it eventually if it’s important.
