“What?”
He scrubbed a hand over his mouth and mumbled behind it.
“I didn’t catch that.”
He glared over at me. “That you wrecked women in bed,” he blurted, then shoveled a mouthful of vegetables in his mouth.
I dipped my brows, confused. “In what way?”
Saint snorted but didn’t say anything.
Lucas coughed and thumped his fist against his chest. “You know.”
“No, I don’t.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a good way or bad.
He rolled his eyes, which dropped back to his plate. “In a good way, where they wouldn’t want to leave.”
Suddenly I felt like I wanted to puff my chest out. If he thought I was good in bed, it was a good thing. Did it mean he wanted to try?
Not that we would.
We couldn’t.
Why did I even want to see if I could wreck him in bed?
Fuck.
Saint slapped the table, laughing. “Shit, that’s a good one. I gotta tell the other brothers. Hell, it could be true, right, Wreck?”
I grunted. I didn’t have anything to say, too worried I’d admit to wanting to try it with his brother.
“See, you shouldn’t have pushed. Now it’s all awkward.” Lucas glared. Had he been thinking what I had? Fuck, I hoped he wasn’t picturing me with women. Christ, I didn’t even think how he would have seen the women’s photos on my phone. I’d just saved them in case any caused trouble down the track, and also so I remembered who to avoid.
Hell, now I felt sick because he’d seen them all.
Motherfucking hell, why did I care so much?
“What classes did you have today?” I asked, instead of admitting I’d made the moment awkward.
Lucas seemed to relax into the conversation and practically shined talking about his classes. It was good to see. I had a feeling he hated me for being a dick, but he was still willing to share stuff about himself. It showed me he was a damn good person. Not only that, but I was interested to know everything I could about him.
Was I just digging my own grave of hell?
Why was I still interested when I’d talked myself into not trying anything with him?
Because he was different.
Different to any guy and different to any woman I’d had before.
Definitely different in a good way.
I was fucked. This shit was going to mess me up and confuse me more. I thought it’d help me in a way I’d notice it was all a phase or some shit, but it wasn’t. I could watch and listen to Lucas for fucking hours, and that was just crazy.
No one had brought this reaction out of me before.
Did I want to lose that feeling?
Could I risk starting something?
I glanced at Saint, who was laughing at something. He could possibly kill me for even thinking any of this shit, but it wasn’t like I could help it. My brain had been recharged in a way it never had before, ever since I’d set eyes on Lucas.
Hell, what in the fuck was I going to do?
Did I walk away or take what I wanted?
Chapter Nine
Lucas
The next day I was still thinking about when I’d walked into the house and saw Wreck sitting in the living room. My emotions had volleyed between anger and nerves. Why had he been there? How dare he be there in the first place, especially after what he’d said to me! He didn’t want anything to do with me, so why had he come to the house where he knew I lived? Unless Zion asked him…? Could he have said no to my brother’s invite? I was sure he could have thought of something.
For the first time in my life, I’d wanted to punch someone in the balls.
Then I had to open my big mouth and offer him to stay for dinner. Even my mind had battled itself. The left half told me how handsome he looked, and how it would be good to lick him, marking him as mine. While the right part had me near believing poison was the right option.
It was all too confusing. What made it more so were all the questions he’d thrown at me. Why did he care to know anything about me after telling me I was a mistake?
How was I supposed to work him out when he changed his ways? He gave me mixed signals. It was like he had two personalities—one good, one a douche.
Shaking my head, I went back to work on the Xbox in front of me before my boss yelled at me for slacking. I’d decided I didn’t want to know Wreck’s intentions. As far as I was concerned, he didn’t exist in my world any longer.
Besides, I had a date to get ready for.
I would push Wreck to the back of my mind and put all my attention on to Gregory. I’d promised myself. I still couldn’t believe when Gregory asked me out again, and I’d told him I was in a mixed emotional state over another guy, that he still wanted to see me outside of college. Of course, I’d asked him a million times if he was sure, because I couldn’t promise him anything. He’d smiled shyly and said yes each time.
It wasn’t until I was back in my room after work that I regretted my choice, but only because I was a bundle of nerves.
Standing in my black boxers, I shot off a text to Kylo and West. They met each other a few days ago and got along really well. West finally understood how easy it was to become friends with Kylo’s happy attitude.
Me: What does a guy wear on a date where he’s not sure if he should be going so he doesn’t want to lead him on, but could probably handle a kiss in the end to see how it goes?
Kylo: A mankini.
West: Jeans, sweater, and take a condom in case. Though Kylo’s suggestion would make me
