Past…

It’s weird mourning a life that doesn’t belong to you. Not that I’m proud of what I’ve done. Pretending to be someone you’re not is wrong.

No matter how fun it can be.

I damn near whimper as I read her texts. I want to respond…no, fuck that. I want to find her and shove my fat dick in her ass—but it’s the end of the day and I have to return Damien’s phone.

Not that it would matter if I didn’t. I’m pretty sure Kristy—whoever she is—would call the cops if I showed up instead of Damien.

My fingers itch to respond, but I shove them in my pocket.

Late last night I went through Damien’s phone and erased all the texts I sent to Kristy and a few other chicks he talks to.

The last text Kristy sent is a good place for them to rekindle their relationship, though so I won’t delete it.

Christ, I hate him. The guy has it all.

My mood is grim as I continue walking down the hall to Mrs. Miller’s classroom. I’m ten minutes late, but considering Damien hasn’t gone on a search mission to find me, that’s a good sign.

Or maybe not, seeing as the classroom’s empty when I arrive.

With a sigh, I walk over to one of the lab tables in the front. Mrs. Miller is the new science teacher at Black Hallows. She’s also hot as hell. Every guy in my senior class—even the dumb ones—managed to get a B+ or higher in biology this year. I think it’s safe to say Black Hallows High will keep her on board.

It’s a shame I can’t re-take her class after I graduate. It might be worth another year of this crap to see her killer legs in those short skirts she wears. Her husband—the assistant football coach—is one lucky son of a bitch.

I place Damien’s phone on the desk—because I have better things to do with my life than wait for him to show up—and turn to leave.

I’m halfway to the door when I hear someone moan. Well, not just anyone. A female.

I should mind my business, but my curiosity gets the best of me when I realize it’s coming from the lab closet behind the teacher’s desk.

Wandering over, I look through the small glass window of the closet door…and nearly pass out.

Because there’s Mrs. Miller…getting pounded in her tight little ass by none other than Damien King.

“Grab your ankles, Mrs. Miller,” Damien instructs, and fuck me because this shit is better than porn. Especially when it’s not your girlfriend he’s screwing.

Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder, I cup my hand over the glass so I can get a better look.

“I told you to call me Kristy,” Mrs. Miller rasps as she grabs her ankles.

I freeze, hoping I’m hearing things.

“If you let me smear my cum all over your asshole and lick my fingers clean, I’ll call you whatever you want.”

Fucking hell. I should leave.

“Deal.”

My legs don’t seem to get the signal…because both my brain and dick are too busy watching Damien spread Mrs. Miller’s ass cheeks while he continues ramming his dick inside her sphincter.

Jesus. I spent a year and a half with Katrina and she never let me see that part of her. The craziest thing we ever did was sixty-nine…and that was for special occasions. Yet here Damien is, hammering the ass of the hottest teacher I’ve ever seen in my life while she asks him to call her by her first name.

What the hell does he have that I don’t?

Whatever it is must be good, because a moment later, he shoots his load all over her plump behind and she does exactly what she promised.

My balls twitch as I watch her lick the cum off his fingers…and they downright ache when she gets on her knees and cleans his dick next.

I spin around, intending to leave thanks to my now raging hard-on. I’m almost to the door when I pass his phone on the desk I left it on. I’m in a Catch-22 because I don’t want Damien to know I was here while he was having sex with Mrs. Miller…but I also don’t want to deal with him anymore.

Sadly, my split-second of hesitation costs me because I hear the closet door open.

Like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, I go into panic mode and start running for the door. Unfortunately, I fail to take the chairs and tables in my way into consideration. Desperate, I make a sharp left, trying to find a clear path to the exit.

“Oh my God,” Mrs. Miller—Kristy—shrieks.

I feel like a wild animal about to be caged.

“I didn’t see anything,” I yell, which is hands down the stupidest thing to say in this situation.

“He…he…” Mrs. Miller stammers when Damien walks out behind her. “Cain’s here.”

Damien, as usual, remains unfazed. “Told you to cover the window on the door.”

“I can’t cover the window,” she whisper-shouts. “It’s against school policy.”

Damien shrugs. “So is screwing a student.”  

She glares at him. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. You stayed after for extra credit. I was simply helping you find the materials you needed to get your project done.”

I’ll say.

She gives me a saccharine smile. “I assure you there’s nothing inappropriate going on.”

Damien rolls his eyes. “Cain’s not dumb. The worst thing to do when someone has leverage against you is act like they’re stupid or delusional. It only pisses them off.”

He’s not wrong. Although I wouldn’t mind rewinding the last ten minutes.

With the exception of seeing Mrs. Miller’s ass.

Blowing out a breath, she clutches her chest. “You’re right.” She looks at me. “Cain, please don’t—”

“Is that my phone?” Damien moseys over to the desk and picks it up. “About time.”

Mrs. Miller blinks. “Cain had your phone?”

Oh fuck. “No.”

“Yeah—” Damien’s creepy eyes flick to mine. “What’s your deal, Carter?”

Shit.

I can see the wheels turning in Mrs. Miller’s head, but before I can explain, she blurts out, “How long did he have it?”

Much like Mrs. Miller was in that closet, I’m screwed. Not only will Damien pound my face in for pretending to be him, but these things have a way of coming back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

Being cautious about my behavior is something my father has always instilled in me. The worst thing in the world would be finally becoming a senator, or my ultimate goal—President—down the road and having my lewd and vulgar texts to a teacher come to light.

People get off on making those with power suffer for their sins. No matter how many they’ve committed themselves. Hypocrisy at its finest.

It’s why I always play by the rules. It’s not just my present I have to think about…it’s my future. Always my future.

Damien’s mouth curves into a cruel smirk and I know he’s about to fuck me as hard as he fucked our biology teacher. “A little over a week.” His lips twitch as he turns to her. “Why?”

Her cheeks take on a tomato color and it’s enough for Damien to put two and two together. “I knew it.” To my surprise, he laughs. “Damn, Cain. Didn’t think you had it in you.” He presses a few buttons on his phone and clicks his teeth. “You even got rid of the evidence like a good little politician.”

I swallow, and it feels like nails going down. I need to get the hell out of this room. “Look, Mrs. Miller, your secret is safe with me—”

“No.” Damien’s finger zags between us. “This isn’t right.”

Needless to say, I’m confused. “I don’t follow.”

He cracks his knuckles and circles us slowly, like a vulture looming over its prey. “The way I see it, there’s only one way to fix this.” He points to himself. “I mean, I’m not the one who has anything to lose from what transpired today. Unlike Mrs. Miller, I’m just an innocent bystander.” He comes to a stop in front of her. “If I were in your position, I’d figure out a way to gain Cain’s trust.” He slides his hand up her arm and looks at me. “She’s a good teacher, Cain. She comes here early, stays late. Really goes the extra mile for us.” His hand travels to her ass. “She works her students hard, and she’s always available when you need a little help.” He licks his fingers and slips his hand under her skirt. “I’m sure she’d be more than happy to help you study.” I watch his arm move back and forth, my mind conjuring up all sorts of dirty images of what he’s doing to her under there. “Isn’t that right, Kristy.”  

Mrs. Miller nods. “Of course.” Her chest heaves and she bites her lower lip. “Just tell me the area you want help with.”

I’m pretty sure I stop breathing. I thought keeping Damien’s phone and pretending to be him was wrong, but it has nothing on watching him finger fuck Mrs. Miller and manipulate her into giving me sexual favors.

And deep down—okay, maybe not that deep—I’d love to take her up on her offer.

But, my conscience won’t let me. I’m not perfect, but for the most part, I consider myself to be a decent human being.

Unlike most politicians, I chose politics for the right reasons. I honestly believe I can make a positive difference in the world.

And unlike Damien—my selfish wants and desires don’t trump my ethics and morals.

“That won’t be necessary, Mrs. Miller.” I hold up my hands. “Damien’s eighteen. Therefore, you’re both consenting adults. What you do in private is none of my business and you certainly don’t owe me anything for my silence.”

I’m not sure what to think of the look Mrs. Miller and Damien exchange.

“It’s really not a problem.” Her eyes become hooded and she looks at my crotch. “Just tell me what you’d like to focus on and I’ll be happy to help you.”

I wonder if something in the lab exploded and I’m hallucinating.

That would explain why I’m about to turn her down. “I appreciate the offer, but—”

“He’d like a blow job,” Damien chimes in. “Seeing you naked got him harder than a rock and now the poor guy has blue balls. You should do something to relieve him.”

“Is that what you want?” Mrs. Miller questions. “Do you want me to take care of you? Perhaps do that thing you talked about last night.”

My dick strains against my zipper, liking that very much.

I open my mouth to decline again, but no sound comes out. All I can think about is her lips wrapped around me. Maybe I can convince her to let me stick it where Damien did and make her clean me up too after we’re done.

As if sensing my internal struggle, Damien leans over and whispers, “You’ll regret it if you don’t. She’s got a mouth like a Hoover.”

My heart pounds in my chest when he removes his hand from underneath her skirt and shoves his fingers into her mouth so she can demonstrate her skills.  

Christ, I’m so turned on it’s almost painful. One wrong move and I’m liable to bust a nut in my pants.

Surely putting my morals on hold so a smoking hot teacher can suck me off is the better way to end this ordeal.

“The only way to stop temptation is to give into it,” Damien goads as he undoes the first two buttons on her blouse, giving me a peek at her lacy white bra. “Stop being a pussy and live a little.”

I’d love to live life on the edge like Damien does, but unlike him, I have a future to worry about.

And a conscience that won’t stop gnawing at me.

As if he knows how close I am to cracking, he takes a step in my direction. “No one has to know.” His hand goes to my fly and he tugs my zipper down. “It will be our little secret.”

Before I have time to react to the intrusion, he walks away. “Step off your moral high horse and stick your cock in her mouth.”

As if on cue, Mrs. Miller drops to her knees. Mine turn to jelly.

I look at Damien who’s now standing in front of the closed classroom door.  “You’re just gonna stand there and watch?”

He smirks. “Someone’s gotta stand guard and make sure no one walks in while she’s blowing you.” He brings the apple he must have snatched off Mrs. Miller’s desk to his lips and takes a bite. “Don’t worry, I brought refreshments.”

It’s official. Damien King is the proverbial devil on my shoulder.

And God help me because I’m starting to listen to him.  

“Take it out,” Damien orders.

I glare at him. “She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.”

I look down at her. “You don’t have to do—” White hot pleasure plows through me like a freight train when she takes me into her mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mrs. Miller.”

Damien laughs low and deep. “Told you she was good.”

She’s more than good, she’s the goddamn goddess of giving head.

My enjoyment is short lived though, because my balls start tingling and I know this is going to be over way sooner than I want it to be.

I force myself to think of something…anything to hold off, but it’s not working.

Especially when she speeds up her movements.

“Bet you wish you gave in sooner, huh?” Damien taunts.

My teeth clack with annoyance. “Will you shut the fuck up.”  

The only thing worse than coming before you want to…is having another guy witness it.

There’s only one way to save my reputation and that’s to go out with a bang.

I tug Mrs. Miller’s hair until her head falls back and my dick pops out of her mouth.

“Open.”

Aiming to please, she tries to put me in her mouth once more, but I tug her hair again. Much harder this time. “Did I tell you to suck it?”

Shaking her head, she looks at Damien.

Jealousy courses through my veins. I don’t want her looking at Damien while my cock is in front of her face.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I wind her hair in my fist and slap her cheek with my dick. “Don’t look at him.”

It’s such a vile, cruel thing to do. But it gets my point across…and fuck if it doesn’t spark a hellfire of lust inside of me.

Competing with Damien is an intoxicating, dangerous mixture.

I stroke my pulsing dick. “You gonna be a good girl? Or do I have to slap that pretty face of yours with this again?”

Her eyes light up like Christmas trees. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“Well, shit,” Damien utters. “This just got interesting.”

I jerk it faster, tuning him out. “Take out your tits.”

The second she does, I shoot my load in thick, stringy ropes all over her mouth, face, and glorious tits. It makes me drunk with primal satisfaction. Like I’ve marked my territory in front of my rival.

Only, Damien’s not the enemy.

He’s more like a puppet master…pulling everyone’s strings to get them to perform for his own enjoyment.

There’s something oddly fascinating about it. It’s as if you get to step outside yourself temporarily and walk into his world.

Mrs. Miller stands, and Damien tosses her a roll of paper towels. “You might want to clean up before you go home to your husband.”

It’s like he dumped a vat of ice water over my head. Not only did I slap my teacher’s face with my prick and come all over her. I inadvertently helped her cheat on her husband.

I go to leave, but he drapes one arm around my shoulder and the other around Mrs. Miller’s. “The three of us are going to have so much fun.”

Mrs. Miller giggles, but I remove his arm and step away. “This was a one-time thing for me.”

“Bullshit.” He grins. “You enjoyed it too much to stop now.”

He’s right. It’s addicting.

But trying a drug once doesn’t make you an addict.

“I have to go. I’m late for a student council meeting.”

I’m halfway down the empty hallway when I hear footsteps approaching behind me. I don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“I’m disappointed in you, Mr. President.”

“Fuck off, Damien.”

“I’m good, thanks. Already cleaned my pipes in the science room storage closet.”

“Yeah, and I bet you can’t wait to tell everyone about it and ruin her life when she least expects it. Can you?”

Quicker than I can blink, he slams me against a locker. “Is that what your problem is? You think I’m some kind of snitch?”

“No.” I bare my teeth. “I think you’re a manipulative asshole who uses people for sport.”

I’m not sure where this venom is coming from, all I know is it feels good to not hold back. I’m tired of keeping all my feelings—good and bad—hidden under my good boy exterior.

Those creepy blue eyes darken. “It’s not using people if they like it.”

He has a point. Kind of. “Enjoying something doesn’t make it right.”

“Aren’t you sick of playing by the rules all the time?”

I’m so sick I could keel over. But I know what I want…and I know what path I need to take to get there.

Hanging around Damien and screwing hot married teachers, isn’t it.

I need to keep my hands clean and my focus razor sharp.

“Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?”

Amusement lines his face. “Wow, you get one blow job from a teacher and you go all after-school special on me.”

“I’m being serious. Do you know what you want to do with your life?”

“I’m not sure. Investing, maybe?” He shrugs. “Haven’t really thought about it much.”

That doesn’t surprise me. We’re two totally different people. Like oil and water, we don’t mix.

“I’ve known what I wanted to be since I was five.”

A scoffing noise escapes him. “I know, man. Everyone around here knows you want to follow in your daddy’s footsteps and run for office.”  

“I’d want to run even if he wasn’t my dad.” I start walking and he follows. “It might sound stupid to some, but it feels right to me. It’s my calling.”

I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. “Then you should follow it.” We wander out to the parking lot and he lights a cigarette. “I don’t see how having some fun and screwing a few girls is a crime.”

“You know just as much as I do that people are inherently selfish. They’ll throw anyone under the bus for payback, personal gain, or because something better comes along. I can’t trust what I do now won’t come back to bite me later on.”

He takes a long drag off his cigarette. “For what it’s worth, I’d never let any chick we mess with do that to you.” He pulls out his phone and hands it to me. “Bros over hoes. Let’s just call this one yours.”

I blink, not understanding. “But it’s your phone.”

“It hasn’t been mine for over a week.” When I raise a brow, he pulls out another phone. “This one’s mine.”

I feel like I’m in the twilight zone. None of this shit makes any sense. “Why would you be okay with people thinking I’m you?”  

He drops his cigarette and steps on it. “So you can be you without having to suffer the consequences. Every text you send to Mrs. Miller and whoever else is through my phone number. No one will be able to trace it back to you. Therefore, you don’t have to worry about your past coming back to haunt you.”

His statement only confuses me more. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m not really sure. Maybe I’m in the mood for a friend.”

“You don’t have friends.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, let’s say I went along with…whatever this is. How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t.”

I hand him back his phone. “Thanks for the offer, it’s tempting, but I’m gonna pass.”

“Why?”

“Are you dense? You just said it yourself. I can’t trust you. Why in the world would I open myself up to that potential pitfall? There are plenty of girls my own age I can hook up with without all the bullshit yours bring.”

“You’re right.” He stops walking when we reach my car. “There are plenty of sweet, wholesome girls who would give their left tit to suck your right nut…but you and I both know it’s not the same. People like us need more than that. Their idea of a thrill is jerking their boyfriends off in a movie theater. Not the same shit we’re into.”

“You don’t know what kind of shit I’m into.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He shoves me against my car. “I saw you in that classroom, brother. You’re like a goddamn bomb ready to explode. And if you don’t relieve some of that pent-up tension inside you, sooner or later you’re going to detonate.” He punches the side of my car. “Boom.”

“No offense, but you’re fucking crazy. I don’t know what you think you know about me, but whatever it is, I guarantee you it’s wrong. I’m fine, Damien. Unlike you, I’m normal.” I open my car door. “Go find someone else who wants to ride shotgun to your twisted shit.”

White-hot pain sears through my body when he grabs my neck. “You have a bruise the size of Texas on your back, dude.”

He releases me, but I stay put, too afraid to move or speak.

“And before you accuse me of stalking you, I have gym eighth period. I’m guessing you have gym seventh because you were still in the locker room changing when I arrived.”

Finally, I find my voice. “I think you’re mistaken.”

He snorts. “About the line of bruises spanning from your neck to your ass…or the fact that your daddy is responsible for putting them there?”

In two fluid movements, my hand is wrapped around his throat. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” I tighten my hold, watching his face change colors. “I fell down the stairs last week.”

It’s a lie and he knows it. But admitting your dad is still beating the shit out of you when you’re about to graduate high school isn’t something a man does.

Neither is disclosing the fact that your own brother picked up his bad habits. What started out as a regular argument last week ended with my brother taking a chair to my back.

Which of course led to my father taking off his belt while I was too weak to defend myself—because according to him, I must have provoked his favorite twin.

My family has problems…every family does. However, my family problems are my business, not his.

Despite his red face, Damien doesn’t struggle. Instead, his blue eyes blaze, challenging me. Like he wants to see how far I’ll go.

He coughs when I release him. “Like I said…boom.”

“I thought you said you had Mrs. Miller for eighth period?” I yell when he stalks off.

Between the phone and his fixation on my personal life, I can’t help but feel like he intentionally set me up to walk in there.

And if he’d go that far, there’s no telling what else he would do if I agreed to this strange friendship.

He turns, arms wide. “Thought you said you had a student council meeting today?” He flips me the bird when I stay silent, his expression growing sinister. “Looks like we’re both liars.”