clothes.
“Give it time,” Tyra flirted back, surprising me at the same time. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
My dick began responding to the promise in her eyes when her sister spoke, dumping a bucket of cold water over us both.
“So, how much money does Four get if she wins?” Selena asked.
“Not much, if any,” Tyra answered.
Selena turned her nose up at that. “Then what’s the point?”
Tyra paused to take a deep breath before answering. “She’s not racing for cash,” she explained somewhat impatiently. “She’s racing for the points she needs to get her professional license.”
“Well, I hope she’s good. I heard that motocross riders don’t make a ton of money.” I stood there wondering when the fuck she became an expert. “Not without endorsements.”
“It doesn’t really matter how much Four makes as long as she’s doing what she loves.”
“Hm…I guess.” Selena then rolled her eyes at her sister before refocusing on her phone.
Having been on the receiving end of Tyra’s fury once or twice, I quickly grabbed pip-squeak and wrapped my arms around her waist when she froze at her sister’s words.
“You’re here for Four,” I reminded her when she didn’t seem willing to let it go. “Don’t spoil it by fighting with your sister.”
It took her a few seconds more to finally relax in my arms, but I kept her in place just in case. Besides, if she gave me a woody again, I damn well didn’t want everyone seeing so…win-win.
A few minutes later, the race started, and for a while, all of our problems were forgotten.
“THIRD PLACE!” JAMIE CHEERED DESPITE Four’s scowl. No one knew if it was because Four had technically lost or because she’d discovered Ever had been tracking her phone without her knowledge. Whatever the reason, at least her boyfriend was wise enough to give her a wide berth. I almost felt sorry for him when he kept glancing at her through the rearview mirror of the van.
After the race, we’d immediately loaded up, eager to celebrate. Four had come in third out of thirty, getting her twenty-two points closer to her license. If she won her next race, she’d finally have the sixty she needed. Of course, no pressure or anything.
Back at the cabin, Jamie immediately got busy on the hot tub while Vaughn grabbed the beers, and Bee searched for Jamie’s iPod and speakers. Four and Ever had disappeared upstairs while the rest of us migrated into the living room.
“So, Wren,” my sister said, drawing Lou’s attention when Selena sat a little too close to him on the sofa. “I couldn’t help noticing the tattoo on your nape. It’s pretty cool. What does it mean?”
“It’s pretty self-explanatory, really.” Lou hadn’t even given Wren a whiff of a chance to respond. “There’s one way to interpret ‘I am not led.’”
“Sure, but the X makes it so edgy,” Selena said, her gaze growing excited as she puffed out her chest in that low-cut top. “How’d you come up with that?”
“He didn’t, I did,” Lou lied while speaking for Wren again. “He also has a gun, and I know how to use it.”
Selena seemed startled by Lou’s sudden hostility, but she recovered quickly, a condescending smile on her lips. “Oh, I get it. You’re one of those girls.”
“And what would that be?”
Of course, Selena rose to the challenge. “The insecure type who’s afraid of a little competition.”
“I’m not afraid of competition because I see no competition. However, I am afraid of hepatitis, herpes, HPV, HIV, and whatever incurable STDs are crawling inside that biological hazard you call a vagina.”
Lou stood from the recliner, intent on having the last word. Never bothering to stop on her way toward the stairs, she passed the couch where Selena and Wren sat and held out her hand. Without even a moment’s hesitation, Wren grasped it before following her upstairs to the room they shared.
I waited until I heard the door close behind them before I met my sister’s gaze.
“Give them a chance, huh? It doesn’t seem like she’s willing to return the favor,” Selena spat.
“You were flirting with her boyfriend. What did you expect?”
“I asked him a simple question. How was that flirting?”
I frowned at that because I realized she was right. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it. Guilt rushed through me as I wondered if I was judging my own sister too harshly, too soon.
I didn’t respond as I stood, and as I made my way toward the stairs, I