Instead, Lucas stays in his present position, his hand dropping down my neck to land on the back of my chair again. He sits back down, keeping his eyes on me until he takes his phone out and presses it to his ear. “Yeah.” He lets out a breath as someone on the other side answers. “We’re coming.” He hangs up then, pulling his desk away from mine, so I can get up. The only thing is, I’m not sure I trust my legs to work right now. They might be Jell-O. Or pudding. Just waiting to wobble around and embarrass the shit out of me.
Lucas pulls his bag up his shoulder and then moves around to me. “I can see you freaking out,” he says.
“I-I’m not,” I protest even though I am. I so fucking am. My lips feel ten times their normal size, and all I can think about is that I want to be this obliterated every second of every day.
He pulls me against him. “Instead of freaking out, why don’t we just see where this goes, Dakota Wilder? When I called you Wild Girl, I thought I was teasing, but now I’m wondering what else I can get you to do.”
I want to say nothing, but in my head, I’m wondering the same thing. He put me in a trance. A sexed-up alternate reality.
He slides his hand down to tangle in mine. “I think this school just got a thousand percent better.”
I huff out a laugh. I love this school, and even I think he’s right.
When we meet Wyatt and Stone in the hallway, Lucas doesn’t let go of my hand. In fact, he holds it tighter when I try to pull it away. Stone glares at it like he wants to set it on fire, but then he turns without a word and shoves the main doors open.
“Well, this oughtta be fun,” Wyatt coos, a wicked grin on his face.
I can’t help but watch Stone retreat with taut shoulders and a look like he could kill. I guess if I have to put up with his ornery ass, at least I have Lucas.
19
We walk through the parking lot toward Wyatt’s truck. When Lucas takes the truck keys out of his pocket, I snake them and run past him to the driver’s side door. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m feeling positively giddy.
Actually, I know what it is. I’ve just had the best kiss of my whole entire fucking life. And I let Lucas Govern play with my clit. In school. In front of people. Undetected. How could I not be riding a fucking high?
“Whoa, whoa, Tits,” Wyatt shouts as I unlock his truck and jump in the front seat. Several students nearby turn toward us and snicker at my nickname. I just shrug it off because anything is better than Blue’s Clues. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I lean out, giving him a wink. “We’re talking treasure, right? There’s only one place to do that.”
“No, I mean, what the fuck are you doing in my truck?”
I settle back in the seat and push the button to start it, then rev the engine.
Wyatt pales. “No. No fucking way.” Before I can lock the door to keep him out, he sprints forward, winging his door open and jumping up into the front seat with me. I let out a squeal and try to scramble away before he sits on me, but he doesn’t let me get too far. He sits the seat back a little and then pulls me onto his lap. “You want to drive my truck? Then we’re going country. You’re doing it in my lap.”
I force out a breath as my body melts against his. “I know how to drive a truck, you know.”
“Your piece of shit? How can you even put those two trucks in the same sentence?”
I shift in his lap and gape at him. “That truck is a classic.”
He smirks. “A classic?” He practically bites the word out like he doesn’t approve. “Your truck might as well be a giant ass paperweight.”
“That’s because your friend is a giant ass douche.”
“An ass douche?”
I narrow my gaze. “I meant more giant ass with 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
