“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.”
The cab fills with a weighted silence before Wyatt finally breaks it. “Um, are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“We’re headed the right way,” I say. Now that we’re on the way there, I don’t know if I feel right about this. A Jacobs has never been invited onto my family’s property for a reason. What if I give them information and they just drop me?
I gaze at Lucas to find his jaw feathering as he stares ahead. He’s pulled his hand back, and I’m pretty sure I was too preoccupied with seething over the mention of Stone that I didn’t feel it when he had. I miss the feeling of his hand in mine though. As crazy as it sounds, it felt right, and now I’m wondering why he took it away. Is this just a ruse to get what they want out of me?
I groan inwardly. It would be easy to dismiss what happened between Lucas and I if he hadn’t kissed me like that afterward. Like we were both suffocating and the only person who could give us life was the other. My life has been sheltered, but that—that is what always kept me going. All the books I read can’t be wrong. There are experiences like that out there.
We drive past the Leaving Clary sign. I lean forward, and I definitely feel Wyatt’s hard-on against me now. He places his hand around me again and drags me back against it. Neither of us say anything, but my body goes haywire. I bet Wyatt would be a good fuck. Nice and casual, sure, but mind-blowing at the same time. There’s an aura about him that screams he’ll never settle down. From head-to-toe, he gives off that vibe of sex on a stick and nothing more. Wyatt Longhorn isn’t looking for anything more than just rough, dirty, sheet-twisting sex.
Both men appeal to me in different ways. Lucas because there might be something there. Wyatt because my experiences are only just beginning and experimental. What he’s offering sounds like what my fantasies are made of.
“Shit, right here,” I call out, pointing at my family’s house. Wyatt has to slam on the brakes and turn the wheel hard. Sand kicks up, leaving a cloud of brown that takes forever to settle.
When it does,
