My immediate response is to cover up, but I push that thought aside. I have nothing to hide in front of them. They share everything anyway, right?
I stand, making Stone move back a step momentarily. “You found me,” I say.
He swallows. “I hope part of that just fucked look had something to do with us last night.”
I pretend to think about it. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I lost the ability to think with Lucas’s cock rammed down my throat.”
Lucas chuckles behind me. “You’re pushing the beast, Wild Girl.”
I find my pajamas and bra on the floor and carry them out as I slip around Stone. Well, attempt to, anyway. He moves in front of me until my nipple just barely grazes his arm. Goosebumps erupt all over me, but Stone keeps his gaze on my face. “We need to discuss something before we head to campus.”
I run my hands over my curls, moving them to my other shoulder. “Can I shower first? Or do you want to have this conversation while I’m naked?”
He nods, his heavy gaze making me walk slower as I move from Lucas’s room back into my own. Once there, I lower the blinds and lean against the door, my heart racing. Am I pushing the beast? I’m just trying to get under his skin like he gets under mine. Or maybe I am trying to show him what he could’ve had last night if he didn’t dump me on my ass.
Either way, I strut into my bathroom with a skip in my step. When I get inside, I find a new shampoo bottle. I pick it up and read the label. It’s for curly hair. A genuine smile pulls my lips apart. I don’t know which guy thought of this. As much as I’d love to say it wasn’t Stone, that’s probably not true. We may have a deep-seated hatred for each other, but if my time with him tells me anything, it’s that Stone looks at the finer details. When he feels like it.
I shower with the new shampoo and conditioner, loving how silky it makes my usually wild hair. There are more products on the bathroom sink, too, and I use every single one of them as I try to come up with the perfect combination to tame my hair. Because of that, I take a little longer in the bathroom than I usually do, but when I’m done, even I’m amazed at my head of curls. They’re shiny and beautiful, not coarse and stringy like usual. I can even run my hands through them without it tying up into knots and pulling out almost half my hair.
With a smile, I dress in a pair of new shorts and a tank. I go back into my bathroom to check my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t hardly believe it. My face is glowing, most likely from the sex. My hair is tame, and my clothes are new and fit me like a glove.
I stride from the room with my backpack on my shoulders like I fucking own the place because it feels like I fucking do. This must be how girls like Meghan feel all the time. Confident. Secure. Who knew what a set of new clothes and doing my hair could do for me? And the dick, of course. I can’t forget the dick. It’s absolutely insane.
My confidence level shoots up even more when I find Wyatt in the kitchen. He does a double-take that makes me blush. “Jesus, Tits. I knew you were beautiful, but you’re down right captivating today.”
“Please,” I say, rolling my eyes, knowing he’s so full of shit. This is what he does with girls, but I also can’t help but take the compliment for what it is. A hot guy telling a girl who’s been nothing all her life that she’s looking good.
His shoulders slump after a moment. “Ugh, wonderful. We’re going to be getting into a fight today. I can just tell.”
My face scrunches up.
“Don’t believe me? You’ll see.” He waltzes toward me, taking every instance to run his heated gaze over me. “I know what guys think. You have easy prey written all over you. They think you have self-esteem issues if they even remember you at all. Some guys are too fucking dumb to look beyond what’s in front of them to see what’s really going on. You, Dakota Wilder, have always been a hot piece of ass. It didn’t matter if you had dirt brushed over your cheeks or your shirts had holes in them or that your hair looked like it was running you. Shitheads, though? Asshole shitheads who will only look surface deep are about to swarm you with their pathetic, tiny dicks. Judging by the way you screamed Lucas’s name last night, he’s not going to like that. And Stone? He’s always wanted to throttle anyone who ever looked at you. Even us.” He trails off. “Me?”
“You?” I ask, prompting him.
He grins, tipping his cowboy hat down so he shields part of his face. “I like fighting, so I’ll be more than happy to oblige any fucker who thinks he can get close to you today.”
We stand there staring at each other for a little while before he returns to the kitchen and starts to make something on the stove. I finally convince my feet to move when Lucas sounds behind me. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s what I said,” Wyatt pipes up as he grabs something out of the cupboards.
“Like we don’t have enough to worry about.”
I just smile and laugh. Everyone should have a Wyatt and Lucas around when they get a makeover. It’s good for the soul.
Lucas comes up behind me, his arm stretching around my middle. “Not that I’m complaining one bit,” he teases, his hot breath caressing my ear.
I feel like a million dollars today. My shoes fit perfectly, so no more tired, aching feet. No more wishing
