Biker in Law's death kiss

My first time with my husband's brother, we were nineteen. 

He grabbed my neck from behind and k*ssed me senseless.

It was Prom night, and in the last five minutes we had gone from almost-strangers to crossing boundaries that sent heat rising to my face.

He tasted of dark chocolate, red wine, and me. Colt tasted of me, called me s*xy, and looked at me like I was something precious.

I felt like a real person for the first time, not a sack of pork.

That was till the door burst open, and Nectar walked in. 

Colt flew off me so fast he nearly crashed. I hurriedly reached out for him, but he backed away, his face twisting in disgust.

"Hold on." Nectar barked out a harsh laugh. "What is going on here?" He came out of the closet last summer and had become the unofficial queen bee of our school.

My heart was beating fast now, my hands sweating, as a deep shade of red colored my skin.

"Nah uh." Nectar shook his head, his eyes moving from Colt, who had gone back to his cool mysterious self, to me, standing stiff as a rod.

His eyes ran from my head to my pudgy little toes. Only then did I realize I was still partially n*ked.  

I gasped, pulling my dress up quickly, my fingers trembling in panic to get the side zipper up. 

But when it rains, it pours! The universe decided my humiliation had to be complete. My zipper burst open, and my side rolls stood out in defiance.

Nectar was laughing so much at this point, he was wheezing. 

I grimaced, close to tears now, and stole a glance at Colt, who stood unmoving.

"Did you just f*ck this cow, Colt?" Nectar finally managed to ask through his laughter, and Colt lunged at him, punching him in the mouth.

I froze, desperately praying this was some nightmare. It wasn't. 

Because Nectar began to scream at a dramatic high pitch, as if Colt had axed him, the door burst, my classmates, our arts professor, and the drama crew all poured into the dressing room.

I was ready to die. 

My knees trembled, and my back sweated as I muttered prayers for the ground to swallow me whole.

"What is this?" Our arts Professor hurried towards Nectar, gently taking his face between her hands.

She shrieked just as loudly at his bruise. "Who did this to you?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Colt. He just burst my jaw because I caught him pants down with the fatso!" 

"No!" The strangled words burst out of my lips as Colt rushed at Nectar again.

But there were more people to hold him back this time, even though most stood frozen in place at Nectar's revelation.

"What?" Samantha, the cheerleader, walked towards me. Rumors were that her and Colt's billionaire families planned to betroth them to one another.

"You f*cked this Nymph?" She threw the question at Colt, but her eyes were pinned