Hers To Keep (Servite Academy #2)

Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

SCARLETT

H e’s drunk. Like falling over his ass, eyes barely open, slurring his words drunk. And the bitch is hanging on his arm, petting at him, desperately putting her fake ass breasts at his eye level in her five-inch heels. Pathetic.

The way she flips her hair back over her shoulder as she laughs aimlessly at some stupid joke he tells. It’s infuriating. I stand by casually, acting like I don’t have a care in the world. I shouldn’t care. Not after everything that’s happened between us. Not after what I know about him, what he’s done. Yet I find myself with my hands fisted at my sides, my nails digging into the skin of my palms, glaring at the dimwitted blonde bimbo on my boyfriend’s arm.

I rack it up to temporary insanity.

Maybe it’s the fucked up need to protect something I’ve laid claim to. A genuine reaction to someone taking something of mine. Even if it’s under false pretenses, Ace Servite is mine, and I’m going to show Carrington Prescott what happens when someone touches something of mine.

“Spin the bottle—have you honestly never played, Silver?” Jade asks, cocking her head to one side, acting surprised.

“No, I guess I just…” Stella answers nervously beside her but is interrupted by Kinsley who slithers on by.

“When was Stella going to get a chance to play? First, she’d have to have friends, and second, someone would have to be willing to kiss the poor little virgin,” Kinsley says mockingly, although she’s the desperate one who’s been following Bass around like a pathetic little bitch all night.

“Oh shut it, Kinsley. You’re just hating on Stella because there’s nothing virgin left in you, well, if there ever was,” Jade sneers, stepping toward her. Jade’s dark blonde hair is down from its usual ponytail and falls straight down her back in soft, beachy waves. Her outfit, much like mine, consists of cut-off jean shorts, and an off the shoulder, black, long-sleeved top. The denim jacket she earlier had wrapped around her waist, now lies on a log on her spot around the fire.

Kinsley smacks her lips, pouting but holding her own, “Like you’re any different, Wolfe. The way you parade around in your slutty outfits. If the rumors are true, you’ve already slept with half of the lacrosse team.” Kinsley’s shorter than Jade, but I have to give her some credit for not cowering at Jade’s furious glare. She’d surely knock her out with just one punch, but I’d like to think Jade has a bit more self-control than that.

“Enough, Kinsley!” Bass shouts, standing abruptly and violently crushing a can of beer in his hand. “Like any of the guys on the lacrosse team would stoop so low,” he scoffs, glaring toward Jade who stands with her hands on her hips. Her shorts hang low on them, and her cropped top displaying her tamed and toned stomach and a brand-new gemstone ring.

Jade’s scowls deepens as she directs her fury on him as he speaks. Bass’s flannel shirt falls open with each word, revealing his toned abdomen underneath. Jade's earlier furious gaze turns playful as she admires his physique, showing a glimmer of lust as her eyes trace over Bass’s exposed chest.

It’s the end of November, the air is cooling, but around the firepit they’ve built, the air is warm, causing a few of us to remove our sweaters and jackets.

“Well then, what are we waiting for, Silver,” Jade answers him in her sultriest voice, stepping toward him. She places a hand on his bare chest, her fingers tracing over his bulging pecs, and I notice his chest rise as he holds in a breath. “Show me how it’s done, Sebastian.”

His eyes dilate at the sound of his name coming from her lips and he quickly grabs a bottle of beer from the table beside us, opening it with the edge of his teeth and chugging it down in a matter of seconds.

“After you, Little Wolf,” he says playfully back at her, but his gaze is anything but playful.

We all move to sit in a circle around the firepit, sitting on blankets Stella brought out earlier from inside. The queens sit on one side, my friends and I on the other, with the Horsemen between us. Ace inserts himself between Jade and me, leaving her to sit beside Bass on my right.

“So the rules are clear?” Jade asks, looking around at everyone. “You spin the bottle and the person who it lands on has to choose either truth or dare. The person who spins gets to decide the challenge of course, and then the one who was chosen spins, y’all comprende?” We all nod as Kai passes everyone a new beer.

“You skip out on the dare and your punishment is to chug the entire bottle. I’d say let’s make things interesting and strip off an article of clothing instead, but I wouldn’t want your pretty little asses to freeze out here,” Kai says, looking directly toward Carrington.

“And what makes you think we’d skip out on a dare, Malachi?” Carrington coos using his full name, while flipping her hair back flirtatiously. It makes me gag as I turn to Stella and see a nervous look on her face.

“Well, princess, you haven’t played with us poor kids before. We’re brutal in spin the bottle. Not much else to do in the slums,” Kai adds, sitting back at his place beside Stella. He meant it as a joke but he’s not wrong. I can name more than a few times our nights ended this way.

My first kiss with Drake was on a dare, of course Kai knew exactly what he was doing when he dished it out. My heart aches as I’m reminded of Drake, and it’s enough to make my mood go sour.

“Please, like we couldn’t handle you,” Carrington scoffs back at Kai and I’m so close to saying fuck it and slapping the bitch..

“Okay, first up since this was your idea, sweet Kins,” Jade says, interrupting Kai and Carrington’s playful banter and saving dear old Carrie from a beating.

“Of course,” Kinsley says, nearly flashing us all when her short, flowy dress shifts up her leg as she inches closer to the middle where the bottle sits. She reaches over to spin it and we all watch closely as it lands on Alek sitting across from her. “Alek, truth or dare?” she asks with a sinister smile.

“Dare of course,” he responds, straightening his shoulders back and smiling arrogantly.

“Okay, well since this is the entire reason we’re playing, I dare you to kiss little Silver,” she says mockingly, turning toward Stella with a patronizing glare.

“Really, Kins,” Alek whines, also looking toward an embarrassed Stella to my left.

“Like hell you’re gonna kiss my cousin!” Bass yells out, quickly standing up, an intense fury coating his dark gray eyes. Stella groans into her hands at Bass’s interjection.

“Wasn’t planning on it man,” Alek assures his best friend who looks like he’s about to beat his ass.

“I’ll do it,” Kai answers from his spot sitting beside Stella. Stella lifts her head from her hands in surprise, her face instantly paling at his comment. Kai winks at her and I shake my head in disbelief. He doesn’t know he’s playing with fire here.

“Fuck no you won’t!” Bass shouts even louder, stepping toward Kai with his hands firmly fisted at his side.

“Well then who will, Bass?” Kinsley asks, annoyed this isn’t going the way she’d hoped. “A dare is a dare, and a Silver must be kissed.”

“You’re my brother and all, Bass, but I will not kiss you,” Alek mocks, trying to loosen up the tension and grabbing his beer, chugging it in one gulp.

“Then I’ll do it,” Bass says, causing us all to turn to him in horror.

“Eww!” we shout, simultaneously.

His face hardens, confusion etched into his eyes before the realization hit him. “Not kiss my cousin, you sickos! I meant I’ll take the dare,” he clarifies, moving toward the bottle. But before he can spin it Kinsley beats him to it, placing her hand upon his.

“Okay fine, but it’s still my turn to choose the dare,” she says, moving back with a conniving smirk glued on her face. “I dare you, Sebastian Silver, to kiss the wolf.” The lot of us suddenly stiffen, no one making a sound, no one moving a muscle, just watching attentively as Bass’s gaze shifts toward Jade at my side.

“Funny, Kins,” he says, glaring toward his ex-girlfriend who looks way too satisfied with her request. Something rustles in the trees behind us, but no one makes a move to investigate.

“Every once in a while we should all get our hands dirty,” Kinsley replies, raising a brow tauntingly at Jade who’s just about ready to blow.

And this is going to get messy quickly. Kinsley’s been poking at Jade since she arrived, and my sister’s buzzed, which means her inhibitions, if she had any before, are now completely gone.

“Fuck you, Kinsley!” Jade cries out, standing on unsteady feet. I almost think she’s about to pounce on Kinsley for all her insults, when suddenly Bass grabs her by the waist, spinning her to meet him, their chest crashing with a loud thud. His gaze falls on hers, his arm wrapped around the bare skin of her lower back as his lips move in dangerously close to hers.

“All right, here it goes. Let’s just hope I don’t catch anything,” he says, before bringing his mouth down to hers. Jade pushes against his chest for a second before moving her hand to grip his bicep. Her body relaxes against Bass’s as his mouth moves against hers, savagely kissing her, not once letting their lips lose contact. It’s intense and quite stimulating to watch. I turn over to look at Kinsley, when we hear a soft moan, although unsure of who it came from, as Bass’s hands move lower gripping Jade’s hips before moving down to squeeze her ass.

Kinsley’s face pales at the erotic scene playing out before us. Looks like this little stunt backfired on the bitch.

“Fuck!” Bass groans loudly, releasing Jade with a shove. “You bit me, again!” he yells, referring to the time he had his hand over her mouth to silence her when they kidnapped us, and she bit him to make him let go.

“Well, you grabbed my ass. She dared you to kiss me, not grope me.”

Bass groans, moving in closer to her, grabbing her waist once again, but this time, Jade is quick to shove him back. “Baby, don’t act like you minded.”

“Contrary to what you and your skank believe, I don’t like being groped by just any fucker. So fair warning, next time you lay a hand on me without my consent, it won’t just be your lips I’m biting,” she groans, moving to sit back down beside us.

“You promise?” he whispers, moving to sit beside her, bringing his lips to her ear. He whispers something else only she can hear, and I see her cheeks slightly redden as she appears flushed by his comment.

“All right, moving on,” Alek says, as he grabs the bottle and spins it. I guess it was technically his turn that Bass stole. “Carrie, baby,” he adds, as the bottle lands on Carrington. “Truth or dare?”

“Do you even have to ask, Smoak? Dare obviously,” replies Carrington nonchalantly.

“All right, Carrie, hmm,” he says, looking around at all of us. A wicked grin appears on his face as he looks between Ace and me. “I dare you to kiss Servite, Ace of course. Though seeing you and Wyn lock lips is at the top of the list of things I love to fantasize about.”

Alek’s sister Drea smacks him hard on the arm while both Wynter and Ace tell him to fuck off.

Then all eyes are on me, but I maintain an indifferent expression as I stare directly at Alek. He did this on purpose of course. They want to test me; they want me to react. Either show Ace my jealousy or fuck Carrington up, but what they want a reaction. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ace himself put Alek up to it.

“Not sure Red here is keen on the idea of you putting your lips on her man, Prescott,” Bass warns, smirking at me. I shrug my shoulders and take a long sip of my beer.

“It’s a game, Bass. Unlike you, I know how to play,” I scoff, turning to meet Ace’s stare. His eyes are low, red, and glossy. Fairly sure it’d be a sloppy kiss in his state, anyway. He reaches for my hand, grabbing it and bringing it up to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss upon it.

“It is what it is, ain’t it, baby?” he asks, looking up at me, his blue eyes clear and glazed with lust.

“Of course, babe,” I say, pulling my hand from his.

“Don’t mind if I do then,” Carrington says, as she stands and walks seductively toward Ace. Her mini skirt barely covers her ass, and the knit sweater she wears falls low between her breasts giving us all a perfect view of that silicone cleavage.

Two feet. I let her get all but two feet away from him before something in my twisted mind snaps. I grip Ace’s shoulder pulling myself toward him, getting in between them as I straddle him. I instantly feel him harden through my shorts beneath me, as my pussy rubs against his dick. I move my hands up to grip his shoulders tightly, bringing my mouth down to his.

I hiss against him when I hear him moan, a gravelly sound that makes me ache with need..

“Didn’t really think I’d let the bitch put her catty little paws on what’s mine, did you?” I ask, in my sultriest voice. I bite down on his bottom lip, while digging my nails into his shoulders, as he groans loudly into my mouth.

I feel his lips curve up, a wide smirk now appearing on his face as his lips claim mine, kissing me ravenously, his hands moving down my back to grip my ass. I grind in closer to him, the friction between us causing a blazing heat, which wouldn’t surprise me if we burst into flames. He releases my mouth for a moment as I gasp for air, missing the feel of his lips against mine.

“Nah, baby,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy, instantaneously sending another shock of desire through me. “I knew you’d come and protect what’s yours. However many times you’ve wanted to deny it, this pretty little cunt…” He brings his hand down between us to my pussy cupping it roughly. “Is mine.”

I chuckle lightly at his words bringing my gaze to meet his, my tongue coming out to lick seductively across his cheek. He groans as I move down, licking across his neck, forgetting the fact that everyone is here, likely staring at us with bulging eyes and jaws hung open.

“Call it my animal instinct to want to lay my claim on you, to show the bitch I don’t share what’s mine. I want your body, your tongue, your cock, in me, on me, everywhere.” I bite down on the lobe of his ear tugging slightly making him moan louder, his hips moving up to bring us closer. I let go laughing to myself. “But don’t confuse it with a need to make any other part of you mine.”

I stand abruptly adjusting my sweater that’s sliding off my shoulders as I look down at Ace’s lust filled gaze. I clearly see the imprint of his cock through his jeans as he uncomfortably shifts where he sits, and without another word, I walk away.

Of course the reckless bastard follows, just like he always does.

Only this time, as my heart thumps fiercely in my chest at the sound of his loud footsteps behind me, my manic mind wishes just this once he’d catch me.