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Cole just smiled. “It’s pretty hard to forget about ten inches of cock inside of you.” I gulped and looked down at his crotch. There was no freaking way. Was he really that big?
“That’s a shame. I was hoping for twelve. Good thing I have some options…” I turned to his friends and made a point of staring at their crotches. In Cole’s shock, I was able to yank my wrist free of his grasp. I sauntered over to the three men. Or at least, that was my plan.
“I’m Raven,” I said, sticking my hand out for one of the scouts. “Garrett,” he replied. When he went to shake my hand, I grabbed his crotch. His eyes got big. “I’m a grabber,” I said with a wink as I started rubbing him over his pants.
“So now that I took those losers out, who else is gonna get to bang me?” I asked. “No idea,” said Cole. “Maybe the whole team will line up and take turns with you.”
all looked so familiar. The parting of the trees. The bushes. The rock that jutted out over the lake. Then it hit me. I hadn’t been here. But Rosalie had. This was the exact spot where the picture of her had been taken.
Cole gave me his cockiest smile. “Well that’s a shame, because while Diablo and Angel are paddling around in the lake, Chastity is sipping strawberry daiquiris on the roof of the clubhouse.”
My victory celebration lasted all of three seconds - exactly the time it took for Cole to swim to the cliff face and start climbing. And I mean really climbing. I didn’t even know how it was possible to scale a cliff so quickly. Shit!
“Raven!” called Tanner as he jumped off a golf cart, his laser gun still pointed at Cole. “Ryder! You saved me!” I ran over and threw my arms around him.
Before I could come up with a more eloquent phrase than, “You lose, dumb-dumb,” Tanner cut in. “Man,” said Tanner,
sorry that things got a little heated there in the swan boats. Sometimes I’m a bit too competitive.” Wait, why is Tanner suddenly being so nice to Cole? I kind of liked how much they fought over me. Cole nodded and gave him a fist bump. “No worries. It was about time someone gave me some real competition.”
“And I pushed Cole off the cliff into the lake.” Tanner burst out laughing. “Are you serious?” “Yup.” “You know you could have killed him, right?”
“Okay, okay. So Cole wasn’t going to spit roast you with some rando.”
“Nope. He was going to spit roast you with me.” He pulled a blue bandana out of his pocket. “Did I forget to mention that I’m actually on the blue team?”
“Last night Cole told me how excited you were to get spit roasted, so we came up with a plan to make sure we were the final two members of the blue team. I hope you’re ready for a wild time.”
was finally going to get to have sex with Tanner! And Cole. In front of everyone.
It was hard to fully grasp the odd mix of emotions I was feeling. Excitement. Horniness. Sheer terror. Confusion.
losing princess shall be spit roasted at the victory banquet by two members of the winning team.
Men who have a direct role in her capture get first dibs.
Refusal to participate in the spit roast shall constitute gross misconduct, which results in immediate termination as specified by clause 49d of the Society’s membership agreement.
Getting spit roasted is easy. Honestly, Cole and I have a lot more to be worried about than you. What if we can’t get it up? Or cum early? Or accidentally make eye contact with each other?” I laughed at the thought of it.
His deep brown eyes drank in every inch of me. “Your ass is a work of art. And anyway, everyone here has already seen it thanks to that dress.”
Tanner pretended to be offended. “Of course not! What kind of freak do you think I am?” “The kind who wants to spit roast me with another dude!” He laughed. “Guilty as charged. But luckily for you, I’m not a monster.
Sex isn’t something gross and evil that should only be done behind locked doors. It’s beautiful, and it should be celebrated.”
“Actually, I think you should definitely run away.” “What? Why?” “Because as your handmaid, I’m second in line.” Frankie looked so excited. No! You don’t get to have sex with Tanner. He’s mine!
And I wasn’t going to share him with someone else. Even if he was willing to share me.
“Just to be clear - Cole and I are going to rip this dress off of you.” His hand traced the fabric down from my shoulder to just above my breasts. He leaned in and whispered, his breath warm against my neck. “And then we’re going to bend you over.”
“And Cole is going to jam his cock down your throat while I claim your tight little pussy. In front of over a hundred people.
Tanner pulled back and raised an eyebrow. Amusement danced across his face. “You, Miss Ashley Cooper, are officially a freak.”
“I wasn’t actually on the blue team.” I looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about? “Everything I said about working with Cole…that was all a lie. I’m still on your team. Our plan worked. We won!” He lifted his hand for a high five. What the actual hell? “So I’m not about to be spit roasted?” Tanner laughed. “No. Of course not.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Why did you lie to me?! I was about to have a heart attack!” “Because you’re so cute when you get angry. And so very gullible. How could I resist?”
Like…really kissed him. I dug my nails into his back and kissed him deeper than I’d ever kissed anyone in my entire life. Our other kisses had been hot, but this was pure fire. Apparently relief was an aphrodisiac,
pulled back and jumped out of his arms. I expected him to look angry. But instead he looked amused. “You still love me?” he asked. “I love you like a friend. You know how it is.
“Ready, Princess?” “For what?” I asked. “To get spit roasted,” replied Tanner. “What?!” A split second after I said it I realized that he was just messing with me. Again. But the damage had already been done. “Yup…not gullible at all,” he said. “I hate you.”
“Put your hands together for today’s victor…Princess Raven!” All the campers cheered for me.
“My good people,” I said into the microphone with a weird Scottish accent. “My good people, please. Settle down.”
“For months we have struggled against the tyranny of the blue team and the whore-princess Chastity.” Whore-princess? Eek. That sounded a lot harsher than I’d intended.
“But today, thanks to the brave efforts of our valiant warriors, that all ended. Today we were victorious!” “Yeah!”
let Nigel come up on stage. He looked so excited. “You’re acknowledging moi?” “Yes. Now please kneel.” “Oh.” His eyes grew round with excitement. “For…sexual reasons?” “What? No.”
“But kneeling will put me right in line with…” “Just kneel!” I whispered back, but the microphone caught it and amplified it a thousand times over. Nigel knelt. And stared right at my crotch.
“I reward you with the title of Seamstress of the Realm!”
“You may rise, Sir Nigel, Seamstress of the Realm.” He stood and a few people cheered half-heartedly as he left the stage.
“Lady Isadora, for sacrificing your body in service of the kingdom…” I began. A few people snickered. Oops. I hadn’t meant it like that. “Silence, perverts! I speak not of her deflowerment, but of her valiant bravery
Isadora saved me by flashing the crowd. The cheers she got made it clear that everyone preferred seeing her tits rather than my super awesome speeches, but I didn’t really understand why. I mean, I was kind of slaying it.
“Not only did Ryder outsmart Princess Chastity’s dog, Cole, but he also bested him in one-on-one combat. If not for him, all would have been lost. For that, I name him Sir Ryder, Champion of the Emerald Oasis and Protector of the Realm.
My eyes got big. “I have to spit roast Chastity? How am I going to do that? I don’t even have a dick!”
Tanner laughed. “You just have to bring her to the stage. Angel and Diablo will do the rest.”
“Bring out the whore-princess!” I cringed. I needed to stop with that. The crowd finally gave me the response that I’d deserved this whole time. The spotlight shifted from me over to a cage in the corner. Chastity was chained up inside, and Angel and Diablo were standing on either side of it.
“Ash!” she squealed. “You look so fucking hot in your princess dress. If my hands weren’t cuffed, I’d honk your tits so hard right now.” Then her face got super serious.
“I’m so sorry about whore-princess thing. And the wench thing.” “Why? Those are such high compliments. #WenchesSlay. Besides, I’m the one that’s so sorry.”
totally broken Single Girl Rule 13: Always wing woman for the girl with the longest active dry spell. I promise I did everything I could to try to win so that you’d get all the dick.” Oooooooh. It all
