The Princes of Ravenwood novel Chapter 7

How did things end up like this? I had every intention of just quietly finishing my senior year. Sure, ice garnered attention at each new school I've attended over the years. But nothing like this. It makes me wish the Frost brothers had just left me alone.

If they had, Jane and her friends would leave me alone. But it just seems every interaction with one of the brothers escalated their aggression towards me. They were culminating with an attack on me as I was heading for my bus. It's ridiculous. I didn't do anything wrong.

Okay, so maybe Jane could be mad about my lunch with Darius. I'll admit feeding him wasn't innocent. But it still isn't a good reason for them to shove me, steal my bag, and continue to push me around as they encircled me.

They were looking for a fight. And I had enough and gave it to them. It was when that teacher stepped in, I considered I had made the wrong choice.

And once again, the Frost brothers got involved defending me. It was rather strange watching them manipulate the situation, and that teacher let me off with just the warning.

As grateful as I did not have to go to the principal and have my dad called, I was uneasy at how they decided to have me ride home with them.

But as much as I wanted to protest, hearing that one of those girls was on my bus shut me up. I didn't want to deal with that on the ride home or, worse, Jane and her friends to know where I lived. They'd make my life hell.

Though how that all ended with me sandwiched on the back seat of their Mercedes SUV, don't even get me started on how elitist rich kid is between Elijah and Forrest, I'm not sure.

"You realize there's a front seat, right? Maybe one of you or I should sit in it,” I suggested using my elbows to try and make room. It may be a luxury SUV, and maybe if it were just the two of them or me and one of them sitting back here would be comfortable.

As neither seemed even phased by my elbows, I folded my arms and frowned. "Awe, she's even cute when she pouts,” Forrest teased on my right, poking my cheek. I narrowed my eyes up at him.

"Stop that, Forrest. Lord, how do people not realize which one you are? Your personality screams goofball,” I rolled my eyes. On my left, Elijah softly chucked. "She's got you pegged, little brother,” he smiled.

"I didn't realize Forrest liked to be pegged. I don't think I'm into that,” I watched wouldn't have. I shouldn't have made a sexual comment. Not in this car with these three men.

I tried desperately not to blush, but I knew I was., I could feel my cheeks burning. "Oh damn. Someone's got a dirty mind,” Darius taunted from the front seat.

Looking up, I made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror, and those ice-blue eyes had darkened, becoming more intense. I found myself shifting slightly, pressing my thighs together, trying to alleviate this growing need I felt.

I glanced to my left and right and realized all three of them looked at me with the same eyes. Crap! It was bad enough that one of them was looking at me like that.

"Well, it's a good thing that's not something any of us are into either. But now I wonder what you do like,” Elijah questioned. His hot breath against my ear sent a shiver through me.

"I... we aren't discussing that,” I shook my head. Getting into a conversation about sex with even one of them sounded dangerous, so it was probably the worst idea possible with all three.

And now my virgin brain is going to implode as the thought of all three of them kissing and touching me crossed my mind, wondering if they kiss differently.

Would each brother’s touches feel different? Would I even be able to know which was touching me where? Yep, my brain is getting overloaded, and all they've done is look at me and ask what I like.