Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

Her eyes hit mine first, then move to Captain, who doesn’t even acknowledge her but continues for the kitchen where he bends until my ass hits the table and I let go.

He spins around, gripping my chin in his fingers and I stare, waiting for his next move,

Captain leans forward, asking with his stare if he can go for it, but before I can give him a sign, Maddoc grips his shoulder and Cap pauses. He chuckles and steps back.

He pulls the sheets from the futons and rolls them up, tossing them in the garbage by the door. “Good as new, RaeRae, come sit with me.” He plops his ass down.

“You don’t like it?” My gaze snaps to Maddoc’s and I frown, but when I glance around, I find they’ve all made their plates already while I was sitting here staring into space the last few minutes.

“I do.”

I can see why Captain used the word peaceful. It’s just ... different out here. Quiet yet loud. There’s a freedom in the air here you can’t find on city streets.

“Thought you said you weren’t a Bray girl?” “I’m not.” All three boys fire off at the same time. “The fuck you aren’t!”

Royce’s hand clamps over my mouth and I’m lifted, his arm around my waist as he carries me off … like a damn child.

I run into the house, quickly spinning to shove the door closed and lock it. Royce smacks the frame with a growl and dashes to the right, Maddoc to the left and Captain stays right outside the front.

“We ... brought you here,” Royce trails off so I turn to face him. I’d swear I see worry in his eyes if I didn’t know any better. “Don’t make us regret it, Rae.” Rae. Not Raven. Not RaeRae. Rae. He walks out and suddenly I’m disappointed.

How could these boys bring me from fuming at them to mad at myself,

I drop my back against the wall and close my eyes.

Royce has some brunette chick on his lap and another standing at his back, running her hands down his chest over his shirt while his tongue plays connect the dots with the freckles on the lap girl’s chest.

Captain has the bride of Chuckie chick grinding against his dick as they dance under the stupid Christmas lights

And Maddoc. He hasn’t glanced my way once. Not that I’ve been waiting but still. Hasn’t happened yet. He’s busy, though. I haven’t seen Chloe yet, but that is one of her minions with her paws all over him. He drops on the edge of a wooden picnic table and she stands between his legs, her hand down his pants right there for anyone to see.

“Boys are pissed.” “When are they not?”

“That was stupid, you going to the Graven side.”

“I’d have had to have known there was a Graven side to know to stay away from it, right?” He nods. “Right. But let’s say you did. Would you have stayed away from it?” “What do you think?” “I don’t know you.” “Yet here you are, an opinion sitting on the edge of your tongue.” He glares. “Fair enough.” I scoff,

He shrugs. “Either way, tradition remains the same and all teenagers end up here. As long as they stick to their own and us ours, all’s good.”

but freeze when I hear a deep groan to my right. I glance over to find Maddoc’s head falling back as the girl jacks him off. His head rolls to the side and his hazy eyes open just barely, but when they do, they hit mine.

His hands lift to the girl’s shoulders. He is not... He does. He pushes the girl to her knees, and she happily obliges. She bends and then her head starts bobbing in his lap. He moans again, and this time his head tips back completely.

“Damn, he’s fucked up.” “He knows what he’s doing.” “He doesn’t do PDA.” “This isn’t PDA.”

“It’s not. She’s sucking his dick. He’s not touching or rubbing or kissing on her. No claim or mark is being made. He’s simply receiving. PDA would be him showing everyone else what he’s got.” I look back to the two, fire ...

“There’s no pride ...

I look to Royce, his mouth fused to both girls, one hand in one’s shirt, the other under the second’s skirt, then to Captain, who may or may not ...

“No pride in any of this. It’s using pleasure to pre...

“Pretend what?” Pretend they’re not worried and unsure. To pretend they’re not confused why it bothers them what I do or who I talk to. To preten...

For some reason, these boys think they need me. Maybe it’s to he...

maybe they crave the presence of a female constant, one who doesn’t require anything of t...

What I do know is, these boys in front of me, sure they act like sluts often, but this, right now, while not totally out of character for each is them acting out.

They’re angry, maybe hurt, little boys who don’t know how to process the emotion.

Running my hands down my face, I stand and pass my beer back to Leo, who sits ...

I go for Captain first. Yes, I look like the jealous girl, but oh well. He puts up zero fight and allows me to pull him away by his hand,

I lead him into the house and deposit him on his bed. He falls into the mattress with ease, kicks his shoes off and tucks his face into his pillow.

Next, I go for Royce. He glares at first, but when I offer him a small shrug and smile, he smirks drunkenly and wobbles to his feet. He’s a little harder to carry inside, but eventually, we make it to his room. I push him onto the bed and when he makes no moves, I untie his shoes and pull them off for him. He grabs my hand before I can leave and pulls me in so he can kiss my cheek. I give him a wink on my way out, leaving him there to fall asleep.

And last, I go for Maddoc, who still has his dick down t...

Maddoc doesn’t even flinch, not even a blink as he sluggishly drags his eyes to mine.

“You think you’re allowed to get jealous?” he rasps,

“You better reel that shit in quick, Snow. Not sure what role you think you play here, but pa...

“And don’t claim nobody lets you do anything because hear me, big man.

I reach for him and at first, he tenses and I think he’ll be stubborn and pull away, but in the next second, he welcomes me, hugging his body to mine. I spin around in his arms, and start for the cabin, keeping my hands on his around my waist to keep us steady, but every few feet he jolts to a stop and buries his head farther into my neck.

Once in his doorway, he tugs away from me. He kicks his shoes off, falling against the wall with a hard thud as he does, then pushes off, throws his blanket down and angrily drops onto the mattress. He makes sure to face the wall away from where I stand.

Unfortunately for me, I spend the next hour staring at the ceiling unable to erase the picture of Maddoc being touched and pleased by that girl. Pressure builds in my chest and I try to take a deep breath to rid myself of it, but it doesn’t work. It’s annoying.

I smack my palms against my comforter right as a loud bang has me jumping. My eyes dart to the doorway. Maddoc stands there glaring as he stumbles into my room, but I don’t move.

he yanks his shirt over his head, and I lay back, admiring the way his muscles tighten as he does.

Then he shuts and locks my door. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

“You think I’ll let you come in here and climb in bed when you only pulled your dick from some chick’s mouth a bit ago and only after I made it happen?” “Yeah, I do.” His response is instant,

Always so sure. I kinda like that about him, the ...

Even in his drunken state, he remembers me and the dark don’t get along and he leave...