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“That’s because your friend is a giant ass douche.”
“An ass douche?”
I narrow my gaze. “I meant moregiant asswith douche as the separate word, but ass douche works fine, too. It seems appropriate.”
Wyatt shuts the door and then leans out the window to catcall Stone. “Hey, ass douche. I guess you’re riding by yourself.” Lucas gets into the truck beside us, and Stone gives us all the middle finger before getting into his car and slamming the door. His tiny tantrum just causes Wyatt to laugh louder. He gives his friend a salute. “Follow us.”
Wyatt puts the car in drive. Instead of backing out of the parking spot, he drives over the landscaped divider in front of us, his arms caging me in. The few Saint Clary’s students who are still heading to their vehicles at the end of the day give us a wide berth.
He wasn’t wrong on one thing. His truck and mine are way different. His is a monster. I could’ve driven it. I’ve been driving my dad’s truck since before I was legally allowed. However, I only recently got my license when I enrolled in college. I’m glad I did, considering what happened to Dad. At first, I only did it because of Marilyn, but it turns out it was a good idea for a whole different reason.
Lucas reaches over, sliding his fingers over mine on the seat. I turn toward him, and he greets me with a smile. I start to get off Wyatt as he pulls out of the school, but Wyatt pins me to him with a strong arm around my waist. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns. “This is the toll for thinking you could drive my truck.”
Lucas snickers. “You just want a sexy girl on your lap.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“Always,” Lucas says.
My face flushes, and I press my lips together. I’m not used to guys saying those things to me. Insults, I can handle. Being called a freak. Even the whispers about incest I took without batting an eye. I guess townspeople tend to think lots of weird things when families stick to themselves.
“What’s a matter?” Wyatt asks, clearly enjoying himself. “Never sat on a guy’s lap before?”
I restrain myself from rolling my eyes. “I was actually just thinking how nice it was to be sitting up here instead of staring you down before you ran me off the road.”
Wyatt stiffens. “I didn’t—”
The rumble of his chest vibrates my back.
Lucas hides a smile. “Don’t worry. Stone already made him pay for that.”
“Fuck off, Govern.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Tits knows I didn’t try to run her over.” He pulls me back again, his hand catching my hip and staying there while he steers one-handed. “She’s just changing the subject because she doesn’t want us to know that she’s never sat on a guy’s lap before.”
Now that he brings it up... I sift through my memories. Of the little experience I have with boys, um, no. There was no lap sitting.
“Don’t pick on her,” Lucas says, his fingers stroking mine on the seat.
“I’m not,” Wyatt says innocently before his playful nature kicks in again. “I’m introducing her to amazing things. Do you know how many girls would kill to be sitting on this lap? Now Dakota can say she’s done it. Don’t forget that Google review afterward. I want everyone to know how amazing it is.”
I shake my head. “You sure think a lot of yourself.”
Wyatt takes his cowboy hat off, sitting it on the middle of the seat over mine and Lucas’s entwined hands. “Just showing you that though Lucas’s moody, brooding bullshit is a turn-on at first, it’ll get old. You might just want a nice, casual ride in the sack. No strings. No attachments. Just a good fuck.” He rolls his hips exaggeratingly, like he’s taken notes from a Chippendale dancer. I grab the steering wheel in front of me, so he doesn’t knock me into it, but also to plant myself back into reality because Jesus hell. He has that move down.
“Wyatt,” Lucas warns.
He shrugs behind me, and I can tell he’s loving this. “Just sayin’.”
Though he sounds casual, there’s a thickening in his jeans. They don’t call me Blue’s Clues for nothing. I know what that means.
I shift on his lap, and Wyatt stops breathing. It’s just to fuck with him at first. To let him know that I know he’s getting something out of this too, even though he tries to act like he’s a heartbreaker. A user. Hey, I’m not saying anything about no-strings attached sex. That’s basically what my first few encounters were, and all it did was make me hungry for experience.
Like Lucas.
Oh shit. My cheeks heat when I realize I’ve actually added Lucas to my sexual experiences list. It wasn’t even a conscious decision. It just kind of happened as I let my body take over for once, and I’m so glad I did.
I squirm again, this time because of the images my head conjured up of Lucas and I in the classroom. “Christ,” Wyatt grinds out, expelling a breath. “Stop moving. If Stone sees me hard as a rock when I get out of this truck, his head is going to explode.”
I stare daggers into the windshield as my body instantly cools. “Stone doesn’t have a say in anything that happens in my life. Fuck him and his father. Throw in his mother while you’re at it.”