Vicious Love (Barrington Heights #1) (13 page)

This was odd to me, but I was sure that someone else had experienced this before. It was only a matter of time until I found evidence and reasoning to use to beat down these thoughts and feelings. Then, after that, all would return to normal. I especially couldn’t be having these feelings for someone whose fiancé was working with my enemies. I might have to kill him, and that wouldn’t help with Jennet and me. I already had to kill my principal. Now, I might have to kill my teacher’s fiancé, too. Everything was just so damn complicated lately.

As the party raged on, so did I. Somehow, I managed to brutally push back my thought of Jennet into the darkest depths of my mind, hoping that they would never resurface again. I’d been there, at Heather’s party, for a couple of hours now and I had consumed far too many drugs for my body, but, as usual, I didn’t O.D. Nor did I puke of alcohol poison. The rush of popping pills, drinking tequila, and hitting a bong had kept me going through some of the darker days of my life, but tonight, for it was only 11:45, was not one of those night. Or days. Whatever. I just didn’t give a shit right now and I was having a blast.

Once I rejoined the crowd, Audrey found me and took me away from the crowd. Even though I was completely trashed and could hardly see in front of me, I could clearly see Audrey. She rushed me upstairs, and my heart began to race.

“Wheat argh we doog?” I asked, but I realized that wasn’t English—or any other language. I shook my head, took a breath, and tried again. “What are we doing?” Success!

“There’s a better and more private party upstairs,” she whispered in my ear as she held my hand and brought me upstairs. Audrey didn’t seem to be drunk, shitfaced—hell, not even inebriated! I was thoroughly confused, and I didn’t know what thoroughly meant at that moment. Fuck, I’m gone, I thought to myself.

“What type of a party?” I tried to clear my head by shaking it back and forth while walking up the stairs. Now I could speak normally. Who knew that would work? Certainly not me.

“A better party.”

“But what type of a better party?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

Somehow, we hadn’t made it up the stairs yet, and I noticed I wasn’t moving and Audrey was literally trying to pull me up the stairs.

“Oh, sorry. Here,” I said as I began to walk with her. I stepped slowly at first, but as I regained my confidence, my strides grew in length. I was walking like a big boy now.

“Thank you, fucktard.” She laughed as we finally made it up the stairs.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Simple. Follow me.” She took my hand again and led me through the upstairs hallways and into Heather’s private sauna. She opened the door, and lying there, naked, was Heather. Her incredible body was covered in tiny beads of sweat from the pulsating heat of the sauna. I think I began to drool. I turned to Audrey, who looked at me and said, “Strip.”

Immediately, I took off my shirt, revealing my rippling abs, which I had worked very hard on, and Audrey placed her hands all over me. She then proceeded to push me into the sauna, closing the door behind her. Next thing I knew, my back was right against the bench where Heather was lying. Heather grabbed my face from behind and brought my lips to hers as Audrey tore off her clothing and dropped to her knees. Heather’s tongue began to explore my mouth as Audrey slowly unzipped my pants.

I managed to glance over to the closed door and found that it was locked. There also wasn’t a window on it. Audrey pulled down my pants, exposing my fully erect, pulsing cock. Audrey had seen it many times, but this time, she took a second to examine it. Then she took my dick into her mouth as Heather began to slowly kiss her way down my neck before she got off the bench and joined Audrey on her knees.

The two kissed, alternately exploring each other’s mouths and my cock. Audrey took command and pinched one of Heather’s nipples between her index finger and thumb, brutally twisting and pulling it. Heather began to let out whimpers as Audrey claimed her breasts. Heather kept slowly stroking my cock, making it ooze with pre-cum. And Audrey never let the head of my dick leave her mouth. They might have been fighting for dominance over each other, but they both knew that I was really in control. That I was the one who had true power over them, dominating them, controlling them. Making these two gorgeous girls bend to my will and obey my every command. However, I hadn’t needed to enforce my reign over them so far. They were keeping me thoroughly entertained.

Once the two settled the fact that Audrey was in control of Heather, they refocused all of their attention back to me. Audrey grabbed Heather by the back of her curly, blond hair and forced her mouth to completely take my cock, shoving it down her throat and making her gag. While controlling Heather’s head, Audrey spread her own legs and began to play with her clit, making quick circles and applying more and more pressure, getting off at the sight of Heather gagging on my cock and having only herself controlling her.

Heather, though, was completely allowing this to happen, not fighting back at all. Heather’s hand also crept between her thighs and she pleasured herself, too. Once Audrey finally noticed what Heather was doing, she slapped Heather’s hand away and, in turn, forced Heather’s hand between her legs. Heather’s mouth had my hard, thick cock in it and her right hand was fingers-deep into Audrey. Audrey began moaning with pleasure as Heather hit her G-spot. Audrey, realizing that she wasn’t in control anymore, pushed Heather’s head off my dick and nudged her onto the ground. Audrey then jumped on Heather’s face, forcing her to eat her out, and I moved myself into position so that Audrey could blow me.

I honestly couldn’t believe what was happening. I’d been in a couple of three-ways before, but nothing this intense.

Audrey and Heather were now leaning over the bench, facing the wall and in a lip lock, shooting their tongues deep into the other’s mouth. They were there, bent over and literally begging for me to fuck them. So I did.

I thrust my cock deep into Heather’s pussy and slammed three fingers into Audrey’s. My left hand was pumping into Audrey, searching for her G-spot, as my cock drove deeper and deeper into Heather. Both were letting out screams now, screams of pure pleasure. Luckily, it ended up that the sauna was completely soundproof, so no one else knew what was going on upstairs.

As they were screaming, I found Audrey’s G-spot and brutally, without mercy, crushed my fingers into it. Rubbing harder than anything else in the world, forcing Audrey to continuously slam her head into the wall and stand straight up. Heather, on the other hand, was ramming herself onto me and whispering something under her breath. I leaned in close, trying to hear her, but it became incomprehensible. In response, I pulled out of Heather and pushed her to the floor. Then I grabbed Audrey with my other hand and lifted her petite body into the air as I fell next to Heather. Picking her up with one hand deep in her pussy made Audrey let out shrieks of pleasure-pain before she collapsed on top of me.

Not wanting to waste any time, I shoved her to my waist and then had her sit on my dick. She started to ride me when Heather sat on my face, facing the same way as Audrey, so Heather’s ass was completely open to Audrey. Audrey clapped her two hands onto Heather’s ass and used it both for stability and as leverage while fucking me. She pushed herself up and down using Heather’s ass, which shoved Heather’s pussy harder onto my face. Soon, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I pushed Heather off and quickly laid Audrey onto her back, never letting my penis leave her. Heather then sat on her face, and we resumed.

I ferociously pumped my hard cock into Audrey, using her body as a release for all of the pent-up anger I had inside. The frustration was just melting away when it happened—an image. Once again, Jennet popped into my mind. As I looked down at Audrey, I imagined that she was Jennet, and the entire aspect of the situation changed. I became nauseated, and everything around me began to spin. I stood up and fell back, leaning against the door.

“Chris?” Audrey and Heather both asked at the same time, sounding concerned.

“I…I have to go.” I threw on my pants as quickly as I could, which was rather impressive in my current state, and ran out the door.

What the fuck is wrong with me?
I wondered as the sinking feeling began to fade. I’d never walked away from an experience like that, yet here I was, back downstairs. When I realized my shirt was off, I put my black Armani button-up back on and re-rolled the sleeves. Then I turned around to hear the noise of Audrey coming out of the sauna, asking for me, and for some reason, I felt like I should hide. I quickly made my way across the room, wandering through the crowd, allowing myself to question what the hell had just happened.

First, I concluded that it was the thought of Jennet that had caused my reaction. Second, I was embarrassed by my reaction, which was why I was trying to hide. But, thirdly, I didn’t know why the thought of Jennet had made me react in that way. That’s a lie, my conscience told myself. You know exactly why.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, because I really did know why I’d reacted that way, and it scared me.

I love her. I love Jennet, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Boy, am I screwed,” I told Devin, who just stared back at me blankly.

“Scrod wiph what?” Damn, was he drunk.

“You’re no help right now, buddy. Here. Come sit down and wait for Audrey.” I led my best friend to a chair and sat him down before handing him an energy drink to make sure he doesn’t pass out. Then I sat down next to him.

It was then that I felt a poke on my shoulder. I looked over to see the beautiful eyes of Claire Voltaire staring at me.

“You two okay?” she asked in a rather innocent tone. She must be up to something.

“Damn, you’re hot,” piped up a drunk Devin.

“Uh, thanks?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. So, Chris, are you okay?” she asked. “Because clearly you’re friend isn’t.”

“I’m fine, and so is he. Devin here just needs to recover a bit. We’ve both been in worse states.”

We both laughed, and she pulled me up by my arm.

“Come walk with me.”

“I should probably stay with Devin,” I interjected.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. Plus, your friend Audrey is coming this way. I noticed you were avoiding her, so I’m trying to save you here.”

I looked back, and sure enough, there was Audrey searching through the crowds, heading this way. She hadn’t spotted us yet, but she would soon.

“You make a good argument,” I said as I grabbed her hand, leading her away. We walked through a couple of conjoining rooms and made our way to Heather’s backyard. No one was out here, and it was quite serine. “I have to give it to Heather, or her parents, because they have a great courtyard. Not as good as mine, of course, but it’s good.”

Claire chuckled, and I turned in time to see her blush. She tried to look away but stopped halfway.

“I never got a chance to ask if you’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Claire mumbled, clearly not fine. I don’t know why girls try to hide everything. It would be so much easier for both sexes if they were more upfront about how they feel.

“You see, I have to call bullshit. Mainly because when a girl says that they’re fine, it really means, ‘Please say something. I’m obviously not fine, you twit.’” I tried not to be smug.

“Damn. Why are you always correct?” she asked, and I believed it was genuine, too.

“It’s a talent of mine. So, Claire, what’s wrong?”

“A combination of things, really.” Claire tried to stop there, but I persisted. “Mainly, I really like you.”

I’d known it was coming, but there it was. It hit me differently than I’d thought it would. A part of me wanted to reach out and kiss her, but I couldn’t do it. I was too far gone in love with Jennet.

“And?” I asked, trying to hide the pain in my voice.

“And it’s painful to know that the person I like doesn’t like me back.”

I understood her pain. It was all too familiar to me. “Claire—“

“No, don’t. I don’t want you to ruin this moment,” she hushed me, and it caught me off guard. Her voice never wavered, and Claire still stood tall. “Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t mean that we should date or anything. I’m not even sure what type of feelings I have, Chris. Everything is just so complex with you, and I don’t understand it.”

I, honestly, had never had more respect for anyone than I did for Claire right then. In a world of fast-paced love and hate, Claire understood the complexities of human emotion and made an intelligent decision.

“Perhaps, in a different lifetime, we could work out.”

Claire simply nodded and took my hand as we both looked up to the stars.

“You’re a fucked-up human being, Chris.” She laughed.

“Yeah, Claire. Yeah, I am.”

chapter 18

jennet

As I stared at my computer screen, waiting for Barry to come home, I realized that I was in the worst possible situation.
I’m in love with a student.

It had hit me fast and hard, and it had come out of nowhere, but that didn’t lessen the truth.
I’m in love with Chris, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I was stuck in the restraints of society, the binds that pull us apart. The sad thing was, though, that these restraints and binds made sense, and it was utterly aggravating! I couldn’t possibly ever be with the person I was in love with, and the fact of the matter was that I shouldn’t be with him. All of these emotions I felt were wrong and impure. Furthermore, I didn’t know how he felt, and I hardly even knew him. Chris…

Christopher might not feel the same way, which would mean that I was even further in the deep end. But one thing was true: I was madly in love with Christopher Wells III and there was nothing I could do about it. This story I’d created only reconfirmed that.

I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was two in the morning, but I wasn’t even close to being tired. There was no way in hell that I was going to sleep tonight. So I decided to do the only sensible thing I could do at this hour: I went downstairs to eat ice cream and watch a movie.

While flipping through the channels, I found a documentary over the town’s history on our city’s personal channel. The documentary covered the founding of Barrington Heights back in 1853 surrounding the construction of the Barrington Centre Church and Monastery, and it continued to describe how the area had become so wealthy. It was often a place where those who owned the shipping ports and warehouses in Chicago would build their massive manors.

However, the truly interesting—and startling—part was the documentary’s coverage of the city from 1922-1948, when it described in depth account of how the mafia in Chicago owned homes in Barrington Heights and often operate hideouts in the city as well. What particularly piqued my interest was the coverage of the local families who worked hand in hand with the Mob in Chicago. They spoke of several families, but there was one that caught my attention the most: the Wells family.

According to this documentary, the Wells family had a long history of interacting with organized crime, and some theories state that they had even been at the head of both local and international crime syndicates. The Wellses had participated in organized crime since the beginning of Prohibition, starting with Charles Wells in the early 1920s, and continued to actively participate in organized crime until the death of Christopher Wells in 2009.

No one knew if there was any current participation between the Wells family and the Chicago crime syndicates, but Christopher Wells II had reassured the community that the sins of his father and grandfather had not been repeated by neither himself nor his son, Christopher Wells III. But he was reluctant to comment over the mysterious death of his oldest child, Jennifer Wells, and if it had anything to do with current participation—or a lack thereof—in organized crime. 

I knew about Jennifer from my research online, but the websites I’d looked at had said nothing about how the Wellses had gained their wealth. My thoughts traveled immediately to Chris, and I wondered if he participated in anything like what his family members used to. I had heard the rumors from the other teachers about Chris—that he was bad news. Incredibly intelligent, but bad. I’d heard rumors about excess drug use, trouble with the local law, and his sexual life, but I hadn’t heard anything along the lines of this. Not one person had even talked about his family or how they’d gained their wealth.

Now that I thought about it, it seemed that as much as they like to talk about him they were also terrified of Chris and his family. That must have been why he got away with all of the things he did—skipping classes, parking in the teachers’ lot, basically doing whatever he wanted. Honestly, it played a big part in my attraction to him. I’d always played it safe with men, which explained Barry, and stayed away from the ’bad boys.’ But they had always interested me, and I’d always wondered what made them act the way they did. Just the thought of Chris made my entire body tingle and filled my stomach with butterflies.

My mind wandered, and soon, my imagination was consumed by the thought of Chris. All he’d given me was a kiss, but that kiss was the most intense sensation I had ever felt. It had made my body go numb and my legs weak. Every part of my body had desperately wanted him at that moment, and now, I could feel myself reaching that point again just from thinking about Chris. Thinking about his bulky yet slender arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. His breath against my neck and his hands caressing my body. The amount of attention he’d put into kissing my neck while tearing my clothes from my body and leaving me nude and vulnerable for his eyes to see.

As I thought about him, I could feel my heart begin to race, and I bit my lip. I continued my fantasy by thinking about Chris lifting me up and gently laying me on a bed. Teasing my gentle body and leaving me wanting more. I pictured him without any clothes. His rock-hard abs, his chest moving up and down with every breath, his toned body moving in perfect harmony as he crawled on top of me and kissed me. I felt my own body leaning forward in real life as my imagination continued to taunt me. It all felt real, and I wanted it to be. I needed it to be. It’d been too long since I’d been with someone who could satisfy me, who could make me squirm. Every part of reality evaporated around me and I was left with my imagination.

There, Chris stood in front of me, urging me towards him. His naked body glistened with beads of sweat, which dripped across his toned stomach. I didn’t even try to resist. When I was within arm’s reach of him, Chris grabbed me and pulled me into him hard. Our bodies crashed into each other and our lips locked. His tongue explored my mouth, and mine his. I felt my hand reach across his body, urging its way across his waist before resting on his cock. It was limp, but large, and every part of me wanted to get on my knees and submit. Submit to him, submit myself as his, and do anything he would ever want with me.

His hands gripped my petite body and made their way across my body as my hands still lay on his enlarging penis. Chris’s hands stopped at my ass and gripped it hard, leaving large red marks. Then he grabbed me behind my legs, on my thighs, and flipped me in the air. There was a bed that appeared out of nowhere and I landed on that instead of the ground. He pulled my legs apart and darted his head between my thighs, gently kissing and caressing them as he inched closer and closer to my swollen pussy. Chris teased me for what seemed like ages until he finally placed his lips on my pussy and separated my walls with his tongue. I let out a whimper as he began to lick me, using his fingers to hit my G-spot

My breathing intensified as I started to reach climax until it happened. I screamed and pushed his head into me as my body rocked out of control, and the most intense orgasm waved through my body. As I lay there, still twitching, he crawled on top of me, his strong arms holding himself up. I let out a gasp as I felt him enter me, and my pussy began to ache as he stretched me apart. I felt as if I were about to split open as his massive cock entered me fully and Chris hadn’t even started with me yet.

His hips began pumping, and I grabbed him around his neck, wrapping my tiny arms around him, my hips reacting to his by meeting him with every thrust. Our bodies met each other as I screamed out his name.

“Chris! Christopher! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me!”

My words only urged him on as his pumping intensified. My arms unwrapped from his neck and placed themselves onto the headboard behind me, pushing myself farther into his thrusts. Chris’s head went to my chest and he began to tease my nipples with his lips. Kissing at first, but then it slowly built up into nibbling, devouring, leaving little, red bite marks on my breasts and nipples. He made me scream louder and louder as he thrust harder and harder. Rocking into me, hitting my g-spot, while one hand of his was playing with my clit. The combination of his actions threw me over the edge and this new orgasm wracked my body, starting in my chest, pushing itself all the way down, and exploding onto his dick. Chris pulled out as my juices blasted into the air.

My orgasm shook me awake and I was back in reality. I looked around and noticed that I was on the couch in the living room. I had two fingers deep in my now drenched pussy. I blushed at myself after realizing that no one was home and laughed at my own lack of control. I had never fantasized about anyone before, and I had hardly ever masturbated before either. Chris was pulling new and strange desires out of me, and the only thought I had was,
Holy fuck.

I pulled myself together and headed upstairs to take a hot shower, hoping that it would wipe away any more thoughts of Chris I had. Luckily for me, it did just that. As I stepped out of the warm shower, toweling myself off, I heard the garage door open. I slipped on a robe and went downstairs to see if it was Barry finally coming home. Sure enough, it was.

“Honey, what are you doing awake?” he asked, stepping through the door, looking like a wreck and a little surprised at the same time.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I coldly responded.

He could obviously tell by my tone that I wanted to know why he was just now getting home. “Look, Jennet—“

“No, Barry. No sidestepping anything. I want you to tell me what’s going on, and I want to know now.”

Barry only nodded and placed a briefcase on the table. “Jennet, I have some explaining to do. But first, I want you to know that I’m sorry for putting you through all of this. It wasn’t a part of my plan.” He looked gray and tired. As if he hadn’t slept for days, and he certainly hadn’t been sleeping here.

“Where have you been going, and why are you back so late at night? And don’t tell me it’s because of work. I called your mother yesterday and she said you haven’t been in the office for a week.” My stare at him intensified, trying to burn a hole into his face.

“That’s because I haven’t. Well, at least not that office.”

“Then where the hell have you been?” I asked.

“I’ll answer all of your questions, but first, I need to ask you some questions.” Barry’s face turned serious, and I stepped back.

“What type of questions?” I managed to mutter out through my surprise.

“Do you know the history of our town?” he asked. I nodded. “Well, then you know about the criminal history some of our more wealthy townsfolk have.” Something was wrong. “Mainly, do you know about the history of these three local families: The Remingtons, the Nugents, and the Wellses?”

My stomach lurched when he said, “Wellses,” and I could feel myself getting sick. I had to keep control of myself though.

“I believe so. There was a documentary on about the town’s history and it brought up the Wells family. Why are you asking me this?” I felt myself getting weaker and weaker.

“Jennet, do you teach a student by the name of Christopher Wells III?”

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
“Why?”

“Jennet, do you?”

We stood silent for a couple of long seconds, just staring at each other.

“Yes.” My voice squeaked and I felt myself getting dizzy, but I had to shake it off and figure out what the hell is going on here. “Now, why the hell are you asking me these things?” I demanded.

Barry reached to his briefcase and opened it. Inside was a gun, a laptop, and something that took me by complete surprise. He pulled it out and handed it to me.

“Why… Why do you have this?” I asked through pure shock.

“Jennet, I work for the FBI.”