Chapter 2: Keane

“Oh, fuck.”

The woman sucking on my dick smiled as the words slipped from my lips with a moan. I wrapped my hand around her hair, forcing her head farther down my shaft, choking her.

“God damn, K. Share a little, will ya?” Teague demanded from the other side of the bed, his hands stroking his penis as he watches the chick, Sadie, deepthroat me. I grinned at him from my position and then yanked Sadie’s head back, my hand still twisted in her blond locks.

“Go fuck Teague,” I hissed in her ear. “And don’t stop until you’ve swallowed every last bit of him.”

Sadie nodded desperately, ever the whore this girl, and crawled on her hands and knees over to Teague. I glanced at Beau, sitting relaxed in a lounge chair across the room. He wasn’t even paying attention and instead had his nose buried in a fucking book. I whistled between my teeth, and he glanced up, looking less than impressed.

“Want in on this?” I asked, nodding at Teague and Sadie. “There’s still plenty to go around.”

“Not with the way you guys have fucked her,” Beau said with a grunt. “I think I’ll wait for something else to come along.”

“Pussy,” I said, and he shrugged.

“Preferably.”

Across the bed, Teague came to a release with a shudder, hands locked firmly in Sadie’s blond locks. As she pulled back, swallowing his cum, I hitched my thumb toward the door.

“We’re done here,” I said, and Sadie glared at me but didn’t dare to complain as she slipped off the end of the bed and crossed the room to gather her clothes, still pulling them on as she exited my room.

“Is it just me, or is it about time to find a fresh pussy?” Teague asked, cleaning himself off before pulling his Levis back on. I kicked back on my bed, reaching over to grab an unlit joint and a lighter. I flicked the lighter and took a nice, long inhale, eyeing Teague.

“Take whomever you want,” I said. “There’s no one here anymore I’m interested in.”

“To be fair, you’re not interested in people. You’re interested in sex,” said Beau, snapping his book shut to look at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you have anything resembling a relationship.”

“Fuck relationships,” I snapped, taking another drag from the joint. “Come on, men. We rule this school. Who needs relationships?”

“Speaking of,” Beau said. “A little birdie told me Blackwood has a new intake coming in.”

“So?”

“A female.”

Teague and I exchanged a glance, and he shrugged. “Maybe she’s hot.”

“Or maybe she’s a swamp monster,” I said with a laugh, handing the joint to Teague. “Either way, we’ll get to meet her soon.”

“I wonder what she’s in for,” Beau wondered aloud, and we both turned to look at him.

“Murder maybe.” I shrugged. “Or something as petty as theft. Preferably it’s the first one.”

“Yeah.” Teague laughed. “We know how you like your psychopaths.”

“Can you blame me? The crazy ones are always the best fuck.” Abandoning my bed, I pulled on a pair of sweats and checked my face in the mirror, running a hand over the dark brown stubble starting on my chin. A new intake was always interesting, especially when it was a girl. We liked girls here.

“Beau,” I scolded, noticing immediately how his leg began to shake and vibrate in evident anxiety. Sometimes, his OCD symptoms reared their ugly head, and it was Teague’s and my job to keep that from happening. We were best friends, brothers, and we looked out for each other because there was no one here who would look out for us. Fuck ’em all.

“It’s just a girl,” Teague told him. “No need to get all worked up.”

“I’m not fucking getting worked up, okay?” Beau snapped, hopping to his feet to pace the room. “Who gives a fuck about some new girl? I just—I hate the change.”

“Who knows, maybe you’ll like her.” I offered Beau the joint, which he took gratefully, inhaling deeply before pushing it back out.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Maybe we’ll all like her.”

I grinned, rubbing my hands together. “Well, boys, it’s about time we had a new filly to break in.”