The Boys of Hawthorne by Ashtyn Short

Chapter Twenty 

Aspen 

I couldn’t tell you how long I ended up crying before I finally managed to fall asleep. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. I do know that it was one of the worst nights of sleep that I’ve had in a very long time. 

At one point, I could have sworn that someone was in my room but I was at that point of sleep where you’re too far into sleep to wake up but not so far into sleep to be left unaware. 

I think it’s called a hypnagogic state of consciousness. 

However, it’s also common to experience hallucinations during this period of sleep, and that’s the more likely explanation for someone being in my room than the actuality of someone watching me while I was asleep. 

Talk about creepy. 

But, when I woke back up a mere twenty minutes later, there was no sign of a nighttime visitor, reinforcing the likeliness that it was more of my imagination than reality 

My alarm goes off promptly at 6:30 a.m. and when I get to the bathroom, the shower is already running, the water is hot and there’s a towel, my toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash already sitting on the counter. 

Taking my time in the shower, I let the hot water cascade over my tense muscles, working. the knots that formed overnight, as well as hopefully helping with the puffiness of my eyes and washing away any remaining evidence that I cried myself to sleep last night. 

Once clean, I wrap the fluffy white towel around my body and step out onto the soft, white memory foam mat that feels like you’re stepping onto a cloud. With the towel still wrapped around my body and knotted at my breast so that it doesn’t come open or fall, I apply my makeup and then get to work blow–drying my long chocolate–colored hair. 

After placing large, loose waves strategically throughout the curtain of hair, I finally step 

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Back into my room 

Wear today. 

Hifteen minutes later, I’m prancing down the stairs, thesmell of bacon and eggs making my stomach growl and mouth water. As I step intothekitchen, Ilim at a loss for words when I find all four boys filling it, one at the stove, finishingwhat looks like an omelet, while a plate with several strips of bacon sits on the counter beside the stove. 

Another one of them is at the coffeepott,pouring the hot liquid into a pink cup with a picture of a white unicorn, and says, “Bitti,please..lim sotfucking FABULOUS I piss glitter and shit RAINBOWS.” Snorting a laughhatttthecuplibecause it’s just so…I don’t even have 

words. 

“Holy sexy schoolgirl fantasy, Batman!!What the hell are you wearing?” The one that was pouring the coffee says when heettumssaround and sees me. 

Suddenly self–conscious of my long–sleeved black crop top, black, gray, and white plaid skirt, black thigh highs, and black life–Lace Up Booties. 

“Fuck!“, “No, you are not goingttostimol dressed like that.“, and “Holy shit!” quickly follow 

the first brother’s announcement. 

“Umm….I thought lookertoutte. Not that I asked for any of you guys‘ opinion.” 

Coming to a stop in front offime as he hands me the pissing glitter and shitting rainbows‘ muş which I find is alreadyduttored with creamer the way I like it when I take a tentative sip of the hot liquid, who tukisaniine, appraises me from the tips of my boots all the way up my body until his brigittue eyes are staring back at me, “You look like every guy’s fucking 

wet dream, Aspam 

“He’s right, babe, you look good enough to fucking eat,” Pestilence says, the hunger within. his eyes ummistulauite as he stops next to his brother, the plate with the omelet and bacon held out to me. His words simultaneously cause an ache between my thighs at the memory of 

the last tiine le atteme, while also throwing me to the point that I don’t even address his 

calling melinti. 

“Please, gootage… Either War or Death groans from the table behind me. 

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“Are you serious right now?” I ask, looking at all four brothers one at a time, getting frustrated that they’re making a big deal out of my outfit. All four of them visibly gulp but nod their head in agreement about wanting me to change my clothes. “You realize that my mom was with me when I bought this, right? It’s not that bad or she wouldn’t have let me so much as try it on, and definitely wouldn’t have bought it for me.” 

Grabbing the plate from me with one hand and grabbing my now freehand with the other, Boston places the plate on the table behind me and then does the same with the coffee cup, and then pulls me into the little bathroom off the entry. As soon as the door is shut behind me, he pushes me up against it, his breathing rapid as he looks into my eyes. 

“Fuck!” he groans, slamming his lips against mine. I fight against him, shoving at his shoulders until he pulls back. But instead of getting out of my personal space, he stays so close that we’re breathing in each other’s exhaled breaths and grabs my right hand. When he lowers our hands between us, wrapping my hand around his hardened cock and releasing a groan as his hips thrust into my palm, once, and then again, I’m so shocked that I’m unable to move. “This is what you’re going to do to every single fucking male in the building if you wear that baby.” 

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out barely above a whisper as my heart beats. hard against my chest. Closing the distance between our faces again, he claims my lips once. more, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips wanting me to open and give him the access he desires. Instead, I bite his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, not letting go until he backs 

away. 

With a growl, he finally releases me, but instead of backing fully away as I would have liked, he places both hands against the door at my head and presses his body closer to mine, boxing me in so that I can’t escape by ducking under his arms. He starts thrusting his hips once more, and it’s only then that I realize that I still have my hand wrapped around his cock, it’s hard rigid length moving up and down within my palm, causing an ache to form between my thighs. 

No! Bad Aspen, bad, I chastise myself, realizing that I sound like I’m getting onto a dog, but it’s enough to cause me to move by yanking my hand away from him. I then place both of my palms against the door at my back to keep myself from reaching out and continuing to pleasure him further. 

He doesn’t deserve for me to pleasure him. I remind myself, Not after the bullshit that he p 

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ulled yesterday…even if he did apologize.” 

“You look sexy as fuck in this little outfit that you have on, and all I can think about is bending you over and burying my cock inside your tight pussy until you scream my name.” He growls, burying his head in the crook of my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear. 

“Boston…” I groan, or maybe I moan. I need him to give me space. I can’t think when he’s this clos 

to me, making me feel things that I definitely should not be feeling. “Get.Away. From. Me.” I finally manage to grind out from between clenched teeth. 

At my words he pulls away, backing up.until his back is against the sink, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fucking touched you. This isn’t what you want and after yesterday, I don’t deserve to touch 

to touch you.” 

Boston…” I say again, stepping away from the door and towards him. I open my mouth to say something, I’m not even sure what, but then the regret that I can see clearly painted across his face stops me. 

“Excuse me,” he quietly utters, slipping around me and bolting out the door. 

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No, just a moment of weakness for both of them. Dang hormones. 

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