“I’ll bite.” Not Hattie though. You couldn’t pay me to touch my mouth to any part of her body or her evil twin circa 1953. Wes can take his bowlful of condoms and shove them up his ass.
“I’m here to do what you could never hope to.”
“What’s that?”
“Find my family.”
Wesley
The stars cloak themselves with a thin veil of fog as Laken and I drive the last leg to Charity Lake. I took my own advice and armed myself with a handful of rubbers. Of course, that was earlier before I ever mentioned it to Coop. Not that I plan on needing a prophylactic defense strategy—quite the opposite. I’m still committed to the fact she should at least be able to remember my name, or that of her father, before we actually employ the services of a penile missile shield. But lately, when I’m around Laken, I want to go there. I’m weak, and if Laken is willing, I don’t stand a chance.
My mind bounces back to Coop.
I tighten my hands around the wheel and pretend it’s his neck.
As soon as I saw Laken run into his arms, I wanted to head over and beat the living shit out of him.
Laken shifts her body into mine and I pony up a little smile. Laken is a work of art. I can’t blame Coop for admiring her God-given ability to outshine every girl in the room, but it’s another thing to have her running to him like he’s some savior in blue jeans.
“So anything exciting happen before I got there?” I try to make it sound light, but really I want her to tell me what sent her flying to Flanders like they were magnets you couldn’t pull apart if you tried. And that’s exactly what I’m afraid I’ll discover.
“There’s a new student.” Laken sits up, and her sweater slips off her shoulder. She didn’t bring a jacket. I promised to keep her plenty warm, but I like the direction her clothes are headed.
“The blonde?” I try to sound casual. “Coop looked like he was into her.”
Laken smirks into her reflection.
Shit. Laken’s the one that’s into him.
A hot stone settles in the pit of my stomach.
I’d better cut Flanders out of the conversation before he gets too far into her head. The only thing I want her to focus on is us, as in Laken and me. Just the thought sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins.
I park as close to the lake as possible and reach for the blanket in the backseat. I come around and help her out, slipping an arm around her waist. I’ve been preparing for an emergency of the sexual variety with Laken ever since we exchanged I love yous. Speaking of which…
“How’s your memory?” I know for a fact it’s still in the shitter because she couldn’t remember her own father’s name at the meeting tonight.
“Crappy.” She gives my hand a squeeze. Her honey-colored hair sweeps down her back in waves, soft as silk, and it calls for me to bury myself in it.
My boxers tick to life, and I hope to God Laken is up for letting me bury myself in places that are specific to her anatomy.
“Is this our spot?” She dances us over to where the willow trees meet up with the sand.
“Every spot on the planet is our spot.” I press my lips over hers and keep them there until she pulls away.
“Speaking of the planet and normal earthly things…” She bites down on her lip as if unsure how to proceed. “That was pretty wild tonight.”
The slaughter, she carried out, comes back to me in snatches.
“You were pretty wild tonight.” I lie the blanket down and pull her to the ground with me. Her hair whips over my face in an erotic display of innocence—like a thousand silken leashes. Laken can tether my body with her hair anytime she’d like.
I have a feeling she’s about to turn this into another slaughter, the one in which I let her sexually decimate me. I give a lazy grin as I roll on top of her.
“Remind me to never get on your bad side,” I say. “You swing a wicked sickle.”
“You couldn’t get on my bad side if you tried, Wesley Parker.” She seals it with a kiss, her tongue roaming sweetly over mine until she pulls back, embarrassed by her gaff.
“I meant, Paxton.” She shakes her head in frustration. “This crazy night has me all mixed up, sorry.” She lets out