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The movement of his pelvis stops for a second, and his face freezes. Then his lips curl upward slightly as hunger and amusement gleam in his eyes. “Shared what?”

“You know what, you asshole.” I pinch his nipple through his shirt.

His cock hasn’t softened at all. He’s still hard as steel inside me, and when he starts thrusting into me again, I move against him, fucking him even as I keep my gaze glued to his face, waiting for an answer.

“Dax and Chase share girls all the time. Have since the beginning, I think.” He’s watching me intently, watching the effect his words have on me as we move in sync. “And River and I have shared before. It can be hot as fuck.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to show how turned on I am by that. I don’t even know quite why I asked the question, but now all I can picture are a pair of intense blue-gray eyes and twin sets of blue and green ones alongside Lincoln’s, all focused on me.

Hands all over my body.

Lips on every inch of my skin.

My movements against Linc become harder and more desperate, and I squeeze around him so tight he lets out another grunt.

“But never—all four of you?” I mutter, my breath coming faster as another orgasm builds deep inside me.

“Not yet.” His voice is a rasp, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he impales me so deeply I swear I can feel him everywhere. “We hadn’t found anyone worth sharing.”

Hadn’t. Not haven’t.

Past tense. Not present.

Holy fuck.

Oh, fuck.

I can’t stop it. I can’t fight it. I can’t hold it off any longer.

Another orgasm tears through my body, so intense and prolonged my vision actually goes a little fuzzy around the edges. I let out a sobbing cry, and Lincoln palms the back of my head, smashing his lips against mine and devouring the sound as he pulses inside me. I feel liquid seep out from the place where we’re connected, sliding down my thighs as I shake in his arms.

We collapse against each other, our bodies spent and exhausted, and I rest my head on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath.

I don’t ask him for any more secrets. In fact, we don’t speak for a long time.

But my mind keeps replaying his words over and over, and images of things I never even knew I might want keep flitting through my head.

Maybe it was just dirty talk, the kind of thing you say in the middle of sex that doesn’t really mean anything. But it didn’t feel like it. We may have been fucking while we talked, but that doesn’t make the conversation we just had any less real.

I asked a question.

And he answered it.

7

I’ve never really given a lot of thought to the families of accused murderers. The news reports always focus on the murderer themselves, or the victim, so I never quite considered how much something like this totally upends the life of everyone connected to the accused.

My mom is innocent.

I fucking know it, and I’d know it even if I hadn’t seen the actual murderer with my own two eyes.

But no one at my school knows that, and most of them probably wouldn’t even care to learn the actual truth. With my mom in jail and me walking the halls, they’ve got everything they could possibly need right in front of them.

They’ve got an explanation for Iris’s death—some way to process the senseless brutality of life and how it can be stolen away so quickly.

And they have someone to direct their anger toward.

Iris was a bitch to me, but she was popular at this school, and absence makes the heart grow infinitely fonder. Even people who didn’t like her all that much when she was alive hate me now, just for being the daughter of the woman who supposedly killed her.

On Monday, I walk into the girls’ bathroom on the second floor only to find writing all over the walls and mirrors. Slurs and insults about both me and my mom are spelled out in dripping red paint.

It’s stupid. It’s nothing—just words.

But my heart lurches in my chest anyway, and I rush out of the bathroom, shaking with shock and rage. I find another bathroom on the far side of the building, but when I push the door open, slashes of red paint scream at me from the walls in here too.

Whoever did this is a fucking overachiever. They hit every ladies’ room in the school, and because there are no security cameras in the bathrooms, the school admins can’t even find and punish whoever it is.

Maybe that’s why Principal Osterhaut goes so hard on the girl who shoves me into a bank of lockers later that day—to make an example of her. I find out on Tuesday that the girl was suspended for the rest of the week, and I notice flyers go up on several bulletin boards around the school detailing what the punishment will be for harassment and bullying.

I notice there’s nothing on the flyers asking students to just be decent fucking human beings. Instead, it’s all about what will happen to them if they break the rules, what the punishment will be, up to and including expulsion.

And what do you know? It works.

The janitors clean up the bathrooms by Tuesday afternoon, and by Wednesday, the worst of the bullying has stopped. Which is a relief, because if it went on any longer, Lincoln, River, Dax, and Chase were definitely gonna get themselves expelled trying to go after each of my attackers.

That doesn’t mean school becomes pleasant though. I’m still buried under a mountain of homework, still obsessing over how to find the man in black, and still hated by half the student population. And just because they’re not actively targeting me doesn’t mean they’ve welcomed me back into their good graces with open arms.

It’s like someone turned the