Broken kingdom

Smirking, he says, “That you two like to mess around and—”

“Zack?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m go

His eyes turn hooded. “Spread your legs, sexy.” 

 “Hard pass.” I look at Hayley. “But how about you lick her snatch…while I watch.” 

Zack isn’t half as dumb as he looks because he doesn’t protest. 

Shifting on her hood, Hayley tugs down her panties. “Finally.” 

I watch as Zack’s head disappears between her legs. He’s eager to please, but the look on Hayley’s face tells me he’s not doing a very good job of it. 

There was one time a guy—I think his name was DeShawn—made her come in under three minutes. 

It looked like so much fun I had him test his oral skills out on me next. 

Totally worth it. 

But that was the one and only time I let one of our guys touch me. Usually, I just sit back and watch them screw Hayley. 

But I’m not in the mood for any of that tonight. 

I eye the half bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand. 

I’ve never gotten drunk before but with the events that unfolded today, I’m thinking now might be a good time to try it. 

“That’s it. Right there.” Hayley groans in frustration. “No. To the left.” 

I stifle a laugh. “Maybe he needs a little incentive.” 

“The other left,” Hayley all but whimpers. 

Damn. This is pitiful. 

“Make her come like a good boy and I’ll show you my pussy.” Winking, I look at Hayley. “And make her kiss it.” 

That seems to do the trick because Zack goes at her like a champ. 

Moments later she’s crying into the night sky and shaking so hard the entire car vibrates. 

Zack’s hazy eyes zero in on me. “Your turn.” 

I start to spread my legs but pause. “Is your dick hard?” 

He grabs the outline of his unimpressive erection through his pants. “Hell yeah it is.” 

“Show me.”

He unzips his pants, revealing a long and very ski

Reaching down, I move my bathing suit to the side, baring myself. “Like what you see?” 

He licks his lips. “You go

“Nope.” Reaching over, I grab the back of Hayley’s head. “This isn’t for you.” I bite my lip as she plants a soft kiss on my clit. “Just her.” 

Hayley likes it when I make her feel special.

Zack looks like he’s going to pass out. “Man, that’s so fucking hot. You go

I quickly fix my bathing suit and push Hayley’s head away. Show’s over. “Not in this lifetime.” 

He’s visibly insulted. “Why are you being such a fucking tease?” 

“Because I have something called standards.” I take a swig of the bottle and cough because it burns going down. “Now fuck my friend before we leave you and your pencil dick out in these woods.” 

His mouth drops open. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Right now? You. So I suggest you either do what I asked…or walk the fuck home.” I take another swig and it burns just like the first one did. “Choice is yours, asshole.” 

Pants around his ankles, he looks between the both of us. “You bitches are fucked-up.” 

That might be true, but at least I’m not a dumbass like he is. 

 “You have a hot girl ready and willing to fuck you and your pathetic cock and you’re standing here calling me a bitch.” I look at Hayley. “Call someone else. This loser and his stick dick don’t deserve what we’re offering.” 

Hayley starts to get up, but Zack moves closer. “No.” In one fell swoop, he pries her thighs apart and thrusts inside her. “I’ll show you stick dick, you fucking cunt.” 

I smirk as I take another sip. This time it goes down easier. “Is that all you got? If so that’s fucking sad, dude.” 

He sputters another curse, his thrusts picking up speed. 

“You’re welcome,” I mouth to Hayley, but she’s too busy getting plowed the way I’m craving to be fucked.

If I ever did ever let anyone fuck me that is. 

Unfortunately, my pussy is as picky as I am and won’t settle for just anyone. 

It’s why I let Hayley do all the dirty work for me. 

She gets to have some fun, and I get the satisfaction of knowing she’s no longer Oakley’s pristine angel. 

Picking up my phone, I snap a quick picture of them and add it to my blackmail folder. 

Sighing, I take another sip of the amber liquid. “You’re go

He fucks her so hard the car rocks. 

Evidently, he does know how to work that thing after all. Good for him. 

Head buzzing, I leave them to their fuckfest. “I have to pee.” 

Neither of them say a word as I wander into the forest to find a place to pop a squat. 

Using the flashlight on my phone, I locate one next to a tree.

After doing my business, I pull some hand sanitizer out of my purse and turn to walk back to the car. 

Only, I can’t…because all I see are trees. 

I have no idea where I am or how to get back. 

No big deal. I’ll just call Hayley. 

I dial her number and bring my cell to my ear, but it goes straight to voicemail. 

I sit down on a nearby log so I can think, but it’s pointless. My head is buzzing and everything around me is moving in slow motion yet rushing past me at the same time. 

“Guess it’s just you and me, buddy,” I declare to the bottle before I take a large gulp and place it down. 

I peer at my surroundings. It’s not so scary out here. Kind of peaceful actually. 

Hell, if I had a sleeping bag, I’d contemplate spending the night. 

I go to reach for the bottle again, but it feels…scaly. 

I scream, nearly jumping out of my skin when I see the small black snake coiled around it. 

I bolt out of there, ru

Which isn’t very fast because holy shit. Everything is spi

And…is that a cliff?

I bet if I walked to the edge of it…my death would be peaceful. 

Unlike my mom and Liam who definitely didn’t go peacefully. 

I stare down at all the jagged rocks I’d hit on the long way down. 

I can’t even see the bottom. Not so peaceful after all. 

Then again, maybe it’s what I deserve?

Jace and Cole are happy now. They have Dylan and Sawyer to take care of them. 

I bet they’d hardly even miss me. 

Not like I miss them. 

“You promised,” I scream to the stars as tears lodge in my throat. 

Liam swore he’d never leave me, and she vowed to take me to India for my eighteenth birthday for our mother-daughter trip…

But here I am…all alone. 

“They broke their promises.”

“What?” a voice that sounds a whole lot like Oakley’s barks in my ear. “Who? What the hell are you talking about?”

I stare at my phone in confusion because I don’t remember calling him. 

“They…I don’t—” my words come out so slurred I’m probably not making any sense. “It hurts.” I can taste the salt from my tears. “I can’t do it anymore, Oakley.” 

“Where are you?” 

“Standing on the edge of a cliff.” 

Wondering if I’ll end up in heaven or hell. 

If I’ll ever get to see them again.

“Jesus Christ.” Oakley exclaims. “What cliff? Where?” 

It’s fu

“I don’t know.”

It’s the truth. This is Zack’s spot, not mine.