The Win: Rebels of Ridgecrest High (Book 4)

I lay down the last cushion and take a step back to inspect the area in front of the TV, ready for tonight’s big sleepover with all of us together. I smile down at the T-shirt I’m wearing. I love it. It tells everyone that I’m Mila’s boyfriend.

I haven’t given her the gift I had specially made before she went to New York. I’ve been waiting for the right time to give it to her. Just us, alone. I’m hoping to give it to her tomorrow morning when I can take her outside and walk her to the spot.

It’s a locket on a gold necklace that has a photo of the four of us—sorry, Asher—when we were about nine years old. The photo was taken by my mother, who I spoke to on the phone yesterday for the first time in months.

She’s doing well, and she can’t wait to come home. I can’t wait, either. I’m so glad that rehab has returned the mother I thought I’d lost to alcohol.

I hear Roman come in, and I call, “In here.”

He said he’d get some beers for us all. Make a night of it. Really, I think he used it as an excuse to see Pinkie and the boys down at the MC. He needed to turn in his cut. Since quitting school and beginning to full time with Ronnie, Roman agreed to be friends with the MC but not join it.

Hell, Mila wouldn’t have been happy if he’d joined, and he knew it. Knew he needed to give that family up, because he has another one now. And we don’t want to see him ever get hurt again. Mila wouldn’t be able to handle that, and Roman had the smart sense to realize that too.

Roman rounds the corner—his hair is in a braid Mila did for him—and when I see his tee my mouth drops open. He stops and stares at me. I start laughing, and he just looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

But he cracks a smile. “She got us.”

Oh yeah, she did. I put my hands on my knees to breathe, but I can’t stop the laughter.

“Hey, we’re here,” Asher calls out only moments later, and Mila comes running into the room.

Her face drops a little, and I shake my head and point at her and Roman and my tee. “Oh, Roman” she says. “I wanted to beat you here. You came early and ruined my surprise.”

He grabs her and hauls her to his chest. “You playing us?” he growls playfully, and she giggles.

All our eyes go to Asher, who is standing there looking at the two of us wearing the same T-shirt as him. The one that says, “Property of Mila Hart.”

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna pay for this.” I press myself against her back, and she practically purrs between Roman and me.

My cock is already getting hard. Hell, just hearing her voice has my cock twitching. She’s dressed so causal today—it’s perfect for snuggle time in front of the TV—and she wore her hair down again. I love when it’s down; it’s grown so long in just a month.

“Please tell me that Jace has the same one.” Asher chuckles.

Mila just giggles, and she blushes. Oh, man. I grind my now-erect cock into her ass, and she presses back against me. “Settle down, boy. We haven’t even started the movie.”

“Let’s all sit down and wait for your last boyfriend, shall we?” I pull Mila from Roman and drag her down to my big blanket pile.

She snuggles into my side, and we look up to where Jace should be coming in any minute now.

Asher gets his phone out and sits beside me, his leg brushing mine as Roman moves into Mila’s other side. “I’m gonna record this. This is just too funny.”

“How did we not think about the fact that we are all property of Mila?” I shake my head. I should have thought of that when I put it on, but I was just too excited to wear it, and I guess it was the same for Roman and Asher. Jace better be wearing his, or we’re going to have a very upset Mila.

I hear the front door open, and we all sit up. Mila’s practically bouncing beside me, and I can’t help but feel just as giddy. She got us good, but this is so much fun.

“Hey,” Jace calls, and we all call out in return.

Mila holds her hand over her mouth to hold in the giggles, and Jace rounds the corner and pauses in the doorway. He’s wearing a Rebels hoodie. What the fuck? He observes us all, drops the bag of goodies, and stares at the T-shirts we’re wearing.

Mila frowns. “You didn’t wear it,” she says, no longer happy.

I glare at Jace. How could he not wear it? It was the one thing Mila asked us to do.

He pulls up his hoodie to reveal, “Property of Mila,” and she claps her hands and giggles.

“It was a little chilly,” he tells her with a shrug.

I nod for him to take it off. I know it’s cold out today, but she wants us to all be wearing matching shirts, like we’re quads or some shit. But I love the way it makes her laugh, something that hasn’t come as freely as it did before New York.

Jace brings in his bag and dumps it in front of us. Mila starts raiding it, snatching out all the candies she loves.

She chucks some Reese’s cups into my lap and tosses Skittles to Roman. Asher holds out his hands when she pulls out the M&M’s, but she holds them to her chest and says, “My precious.”

I laugh, grabbing and holding her to me as I whisper, “You’re my precious. Can I eat you later?”

She turns her face to me, looking at me with those big blue eyes. “You better.” She kisses my lips briefly and reaches for Jace, who kneels near her feet.

She looks at us all and bites her lip.

“What’s put that expression on your face?” Asher asks.

“Just how this is supposed to work with four of you.”

I shake my head. “Well, I can tell you how it’s gonna work . . . you do have two hands and three holes.”

Her brows raise and I smirk. Yeah, I have thought about it, okay?

“I meant, when we’re all snuggling and stuff. Do we rotate? Do we have certain nights? I didn’t think this part through at all.”

She seems worried. I don’t know why; it hasn’t been a problem before. “We can work that out as we go along. It doesn’t need much thought. We will just do what we feel is best, take turns and all that. Don’t you worry about it.”

I look to Asher, and I don’t know why. Probably because that fact that he chose to sit beside me is making me think I need to talk to him about the same things I did with Roman. Maybe, this time, it will be less of a one-sided speech.

“Actually, now we’re all here, we need to have the sex talk,” I say.

Jace grins. “I consent to it all.”

And I raise my brow. Does he have any idea what he just said? “So, you consent to sucking my cock?”

Jace makes a sound in the back of his throat and starts coughing.

“What are you choking on?” I ask him. Did he eat an M&M?

He shakes his head, and Mila grins at me. “Not your cock, that’s for sure.”

I burst out laughing. Everyone joins in, and poor Jace has tears in his eyes as he tries to clear his throat.

“I was eating when you said that. Give a guy a warning before you hypothetically put your cock in my mouth. And that would be a no, I don’t consent to that.”

“Okay, so you get what I’m trying to get at here now, Jace?”

He nods. I look to Asher, and he does the same.

“I’ve had this talk with Roman already, but I think it’s best to get it out of the way before anything goes further and we find ourselves in a situation where someone’s uncomfortable.”

Mila sits and up and clears her throat. “So, basically, are you okay if someone, other than me, touches you in a sexual way?” She looks to Jace.

He shakes his head. Mila turns to Asher, and his eyes dart to me for a split second, and Mila grips my thigh tighter. Oh, shit. I hold my breath for his answer.

He looks away as he shakes his head. I deflate a little. I don’t know if I’m ready for that myself. Or if it is something I want to do. She saw it, though. There’s something between us, even if we’re not ready to take that next step.

“We can come back to this conversation in the future, when we’re all more comfortable with each other. But this has to be a judgment-free zone. And we need to need to communicate to make this all work together.” I tell them all.

“There might be accidental touching,” I say. “We’ve all confirmed there is to be no sexual touching, except for with Mila. And it’s easy to accidentally touch, okay? It doesn’t mean anything. It’s an accidental cock graze or ball touch.”

Jace chuckles, and he will soon find out what I mean by that.

“But I want you to know that I respect all your boundaries. And I consent to be touched . . . in a sexual way.”

Roman turns to me and his eyes widen. I shrug. I want to see what happens, if being touched by another guy turns me on. Or is it just the thought of being touched by a guy that does? Or maybe it’s just Asher; something about him gets my blood boiling, and I want to fight him. Or do I want to fuck him? I haven’t quite worked that out.

“Okay, lets watch our movie and eat some candy.” Mila snuggles in beside me again and Roman moves over so Jace can be on her other side. Mila smiles, and I kiss her nose. “See, we will make it work.”

Mila jumps up as soon as the movie ends. We’d watched The Secret Garden. Which was not something I had planned on watching, but Jace put it on the other night while we were waiting for her, and I know Mila used to love this movie when she was little. She loved it again now.

“I gotta pee.” She dashes off to the restroom, and I sit up and look around at everyone.

“Next movie, can we make it sexier? Because I felt very uncomfortable watching this kids’ movie with a hard-on while being pressed against her.”

Jace chuckled and nodded. “I agree. That was a little weird, but I wanted this to be a nice night for her. Like old times when we used to do this.”

I get where he was coming from, and it makes total sense. She needs a reset, after all the shit that happened to her. Old, happy memories are good.

Just, my dick has a mind of its own when Mila is involved.

Mila doesn’t take long to return. As she stands and watches the four of us, I’m curious what her next move will be. I wink over at her, and I put my hands out for her to come. I want her on my lap.

She had the same idea, it seems. As she lowers herself onto me, my hands grab her ass as I grind her my erection against her. Roman runs his hands through her hair and kisses her.

This is the first time Asher and Jace have been here for this, and I’m not sure how this is all going to work the first time. It might take a little while before things flow and we work out a system. But I know one thing—Mila will be very pleased.

“Mmm . . .” she moans.

Watching her and Roman devour each other. Rubbing myself against her, drawing those sweet sounds from her. Until they break apart.

“My turn.” I kiss her with the passion and intensity of a man who missed his soulmate. She is the love of my life, and I missed her so much. But now that she’s back, I want to show her how good I’m going to make her feel tonight.

Asher’s the next to move in, taking her face from my hands and kissing her. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back. I gather it up in my hand, and when I feel that Asher’s had enough, I pull her away.

She stares down at me, her eyes glazing over with need as she gives me a lazy smile.

“You’ve had enough Asher. It’s Jace’s turn.”

Mila turns to Jace, who shuffles in closer. He doesn’t look as comfortable as the rest of us in this moment, so I nudge her off my lap to go to him. She crawls on all fours, her ass swaying, and I groan at the sight, palming my cock over my sweats. She sits up on her knees and pulls Jace by his tee.

“Isn’t she gorgeous, Jace?” I prod. “Kiss her and show her how much you’ve missed her.”

Mila moans into his mouth as he pulls her close to him. The sound of her has my cock twitching in my sweats. I didn’t wear boxers; I wanted to make it easier for when I bury my cock deep inside her and make her come over and over.

Roman surprises me by moving up behind her and lifting her tee over her head while Jace holds her, his eyes drifting down to her black bra.

I lick my lips, wanting to taste her. “Are her nipples hard?” I ask Jace, and he swallows as he nods. Jace has always been the one in charge for the past four years. But now, Mila is.

And I’m just happy to help direct. “Touch them, suck them. She needs it. Don’t you, babe?”

Mila throws her head back, thrusting her chest at Jace. Yeah, she needs to have her pretty little nipples touched.

My hand goes under my waistband, and I grip my hard cock. A small moan escapes my mouth as I stroke myself to my girl and my best friend.

Only, Jace is stiff in his motions, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s going first and he needs to warm up to the group experience, or if he’s really nervous about being with Mila in front of us.

“Mila, babe.” She practically moans to me. “Asher needs some attention.”

I need her to come here so I can show Jace how this works. That we don’t care if we see each other pleasing her. I’m not here to look at his dick. Yeah, I’ve seen it; it’s not a big deal. Once he sees Roman’s, he’s probably going to cry.

Mila crawls to us, and Roman tugs at her sweatpants, pulling them down before she gets to Asher, who’s up on his knees, ready to kiss her and give her nipples the attention they deserve.

Asher takes her mouth with a brutal kiss that has my cock leaking pre-cum. If I keep this up, I’m gonna blow before I even touch her . . . actually, that’s not a bad thing. I’ll probably blow my load the second she sits on my dick, so if I blow now, I will last longer when she touches me.

Roman pushes Mila forward, so she’s on all fours over Asher, who’s now lying beneath her. Roman’s so confident now that he doesn’t even need me to say anything. He just knows what our girl needs and takes care of it. Hell, he’s been taking care of her for weeks alone. He doesn’t need help anymore.

He looks over at me, like he knows I’m thinking about him. Asher removes her bra and Roman winks at me. I almost don’t know how to react to that.

Roman Valentine winked . . . at me. I almost laugh, but then his large hand goes to her back, and he presses her against Asher’s chest, her ass in the air, and I watch as he moves between her legs and licks her from clit to ass.

“Fuck,” Jace mutters from where he’s still watching.

And Mila lets out all kinds of words and sounds as Roman licks her again. I squeeze my cock to stop myself from coming now. I want to pace this out a little more.

I motion over to Jace, and his eyes find mine. I mouth, “Are you okay?”

He shrugs, then shakes his head.

“You want to just watch?” It’s fine, if that makes him feel more comfortable. I don’t want him weirding out and making Mila upset, so I need him to be on board or to quietly leave. Jace doesn’t say anything, he just keeps watching.

I watch as Asher moves his body up from under Mila, until his dick is pressing against his boxers. When did he lose the jeans? Fuck, that was good. I bite my lip and stroke myself, waiting for her to take his cock out and suck it.

Mila moans as Roman fucks her with his fingers, sucking on her clit and driving her wild.

“Pull down his boxers, babe. Show Asher what he’s been missing.”

Asher gapes at me, his eyes finding mine in the darkened room. Hell, if he’s not used to my dirty mouth from all the times he listened to us through the bedroom door, then he’s got a lot more surprises coming his way.

Her mouth lowers over his cock, and he moans deeply, his hand going to her hair as she works him with her mouth.

Dang. I was too busy looking into his eyes to see what he’s packing.

“Okay, um . . . I can’t do this group thing. I’ll be up in your room, Hunter.” Jace stands suddenly and before anyone can speak, he’s gone.

The audible pop of Mila’s mouth has me turning to her. She’s looking in the direction he just left, and I can see she’s worried.

“It’s all good, babe. He just needs time before he shares. He told me that before.”

She nods, but glances at the door one more time before she sucks Asher into her mouth.

He groans. “Shit, Mila. I think I’m gonna come.”

Mila doesn’t let up, and I watch as Asher’s abs tighten and his body bucks gently, wanting to push her away yet keep her there at the same time.

He lets out a loud groan. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he calls out.

She still doesn’t let up, and I watch him come undone.

“Fuck,” I hiss, gripping my own cock hard to stop myself from coming. That was so hot.

“That was fast.” Mila giggles as she sits up a little and licks the corner of her mouth, tasting him on her lips.

I don’t think; I just move in and lick the seam of her lips. She gasps as I take her mouth and taste Asher on her.

“Fuck,” Asher whispers beneath her, and I smirk.

Not yet.