Ended In Heartbreak
Artemis
We pack in silence, skipping our classes for the rest of the day. I have little in my studio-like room other than my clothes, shoes, books, beauty supplies, and a few kitchen appliances and dishes. I never saw the point of keeping a lot.
I keep sentimental jewelry, like my mother’s wedding ring and a diamond locket with a picture of my family, in a small safe under my bed.
Razz slaps one butt-cheek before joining me on the floor to see what I’m doing. “So that’s where you kept the important stuff. No wonder Roan and I found nothing,” Razz purrs in my ear to me.
I put the floorboards back in place, wiggling out from underneath the bed and dragging my safe along. He takes the safe from me.
Ronin offers his hand to me to help me up. “If you want to get back down on your hands again and knees, I am more than willing to kneel on mine behind you.” He pulls me into him, grinding against me where I can feel his hard-on against my stomach.
I groan. “You mean this morning wasn’t enough for you?”
At least one of them sneaks into my room nightly since we started dating on Halloween of last year. Last night, it was Ronin’s turn. Sometimes it’s both. None of the staff dare to discipline them for breaking curfew or for being in the girl’s dormitory.
I never really understand why the staff fears them and their family so much.
Razz chuckles. “With you, it’s never enough. Roan and I get instant hard-ons when we see or think of you, Artie.” He winks, nestling my safe inside my duffle bag. “Do we get to fuck you on your bed one last time for you to have another spank bank memory before you get deprived?” His saucy smirk makes my panties instantly combust. Okay, so they don’t combust, but they are damp.
Ronin turns me in his arms, un-tucking my shirt from my skirt. This is the last time I’ll wear my academy uniform and the last time my boys will strip it off of me. I arranged our blazers, their ties, and my scarf over my office desk chair. We deposited our loafers beside the door.
Razz walks up, unbuttoning my shirt, so I unbutton him. When it’s opened up, Ronin slides it from my shoulders down to the floor, kissing one shoulder, then the other, as he does. I shudder in his arms while Razz palms my breasts in my lacy pink bra. Razz’s head bends drawing one into his mouth.
I moan.
“Roan the bra,” he rasps in his sex-laden voice.
Ronin chuckles softly against my neck. Instead of helping Razz, he unzips my skirt to let it pool on the floor with my shirt. Now I’m in my matching underwear with my black thigh-high socks. Ronin kisses his way down my spine, slowly kneeling on the floor behind me.
Ronin reaches up to unsnap my bra, allowing Razz to remove it and toss it behind him. Ronin pulls my underwear down slowly, kissing both cheeks. I steady myself on Razz’s shoulders to step out of the lacy pink boy shorts while he suckles one breast and holds the other.
When I’ve stepped out of them, Ronin kisses his way down one leg, sliding one sock down. Razz sinks to his knees in front of me to kiss my leg and remove the other sock. Razz’s shoulders are the only thing keeping me balanced.
Ronin lifts one leg and then the other up onto Razz’s shoulders while he holds me up by my rear. Razz slides his tongue into my folds, then circles my clit. Ronin bends his head to capture my mouth. I moan into it as Razz’s wicked tongue brings me to a climax.
I’m going to miss both of their magical tongues.
“Razz’s going to miss the taste of you on his tongue,” Ronin’s husky purr is in my ear.
I tremble from two of Razz’s fingers sinking into my dripping pussy knuckle deep. The pumping of Razz’s figures in and out makes me squirm.
“I’m going to miss groping and spanking this ass,” Ronin growls. He secures his mouth to mine, absorbing the scream ripped from my throat as Razz has me breaking apart again. Razz unbuttoned his pants and was about to sit me down on him, leaving me with blown-out pupils, swollen lips, and no clothes, when there was a knock on the door.
“Artemis Agrotera Vance. Open the door. I’m here to pick you up.”
Oh no! It’s my father!
“Please tell me you lock the door before starting this,” I hiss at Ronin. Razz drops me to my feet so I can stand. I rush directly into the bathroom. Ronin tosses me my discarded clothes before I shut the door.
As I’m getting dressed, I hear the smoothness of Razz’s voice moments later. “Mr. Vance. I’m Xavier Jamison and this is Ronin Silvius. We’re friends of your daughter. We’ve been helping her pack.” That boy could tempt a fly into a Venus flytrap with that honey-dripping tone of his.
“Nice to meet you, but where is my daughter?” He mentions nothing about Razz’s state of undress, so he must have gotten his shirt buttoned back on.
“The bathroom,” Ronin says succinctly. He probably got dressed by now too, as he seldom talks to anyone except Razz and me. It’s a shame too because that deep guttural voice is a sinful delight to hear.
I step out, having combed my hair, and put my uniform, minus my blazer and scarf, back on. I plastered a big smile on my face. “Hi, Dad!” I chirp, walking to my father for an awkward side hug.
My father and I never have been close, and it’s been strange the past year and a half after Mom’s death having to spend so much time with him. Even after living with him during the summer of last year, we still avoided each other like the plague.
“Where’s the home wrecker? I mean Amber.” My father’s square jaw clinches. There is gray in his neatly trimmed beard and gray at the temples of his light brown hair.
“Artemis,” he snaps at me, perturbed by my words.
I just shrug him off, turning to hand the heaviest boxes off to my boys, whose faces have closed off.
They hate that I’m leaving them. I hate that I’m leaving them.
We take my boxes, placing them in the trunk of my father’s Audi. I roll my eyes because of course he gets a brand-new car while I have my license with no car to drive. He gave my Ferrari California, the home-wrecker who now controls his entire life. She could no longer be seen in a one-year-old Volvo, which could have gone to me in trade. Any car is better than no car. No, she had to sell her car instead. I’m bitter about that.
There is nothing but silence until I’m standing in my barren room double checking that I’m leaving nothing behind. But that’s not true, I’m leaving behind the boys who are my first loves. Tears are streaming down my face as I collapse to the floor with sobs racking my body.
Two sets of powerful arms and long legs wrap around my body, holding me against them.
When I finally collect myself, I meet Ronin’s eyes. “We are just a phone call away, baby girl.” He uses his thumb to wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“I don’t want to do this, Roan. I want to stay at SEPA with you and Razz.”
Razz kisses the top of my head before resting his chin on me. “We know, Artie. You will always be our Artemis. Being apart is only temporary. If you were to disappear, we would scour the earth until we find you again. We will come to you. Always. You are ours.” Razz hugs me against him.
The thought of not seeing them daily at school causes my chest to constrict painfully.
The sound of a honking car breaks the bubble we were in. I grind my teeth at my father being impatient.
Ronin stands first, helping me to my feet. “Let’s go before I decide juvie is an acceptable option by beating your intolerant, unfaithful, absentee father to a bloody pulp.” Venom drips from Ronin’s words like a promise.
He pulls me into him for one last panty-wetting mouth plunder. His anger and frustration are clear.
When we come up for air, Razz turns me to him to kiss me, afraid of letting me go. Razz’s emotions are the same as Ronin’s, only there is worry there, too.
I only want my boys. No one else will do. I truly believe Ronin and Razz are it for me.
We break up when the car horn blares again.
“I’m breaking his hand,” Ronin deadpans, turning for the door.
I quickly grabbed his hand, threading his finger through mine, halting him in the doorway. “You can’t Roan. Let’s just it go.”
Razz’s hand wraps around my free one, snatching up my phone but leaving my key. We all three walked the halls hand in hand for the last time.
My father’s eyes narrow to the boys as they help me into the car with a scowl on his face, but he says nothing.
“No goodbyes, Artie.” Razz winks at me, handing me my phone. “We will miss you.”
My eyes start to tear up again. “I will miss you both so much. Behave.”
“Never.” Razz grins, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“We’ll see you later, Artemis.” Ronin shuts the door.
We drive off.
We got to the end of the academy drive when my father snatched my phone from me. I watch in horror as throws it out the window, shattering on the asphalt. My father speeds up as my boys come running, standing before my broken phone. Now they have no way to talk to me or find me. I’m sure my father will cut the line off completely.
My soul shatters. How will they come to me now? How will I hear their voices again? I knew I should have memorized their numbers!
My father sneers, “I’ve deleted all your email accounts and social media. No more elite brats.”
Anger flares hot in my stomach. How dare he try to control my life to this extent! Little did I know, it only gets worse from here.