and onto the highway that leads to the main part of town. “What the hell, Hunter?” he mumbles.
“Careful,” Jax warns Hunter with an icy look. “Don’t cross that line.”
Hunter tries to charm him over with a dazzling smile. “Chill, big brother. I got this.”
Zay mumbles something under his breath again, and Jax presses Hunter with another cold look.
“I hope you do,” he warns.
Hunter just grins then looks at me. He assesses me with a spark of mischievousness in his eyes. “Have you?” he finally asks.
I get the feeling he’s trying to embarrass me, and he kind of is, but I’m not about to allow him to have the satisfaction of knowing that. So, I dig out my façade of indifference. “Have I had a cock in my pussy?” I ask, carrying his gaze.
Delighted surprise flickers in his eyes. “Yeah, little raven, that’s what I’m eagerly waiting to hear the answer to.”
“Why does it matter?” I question.
He lifts a shoulder. “For a couple of reasons. One being so I can figure out how I want to explain this whole Dixie May situation that you’ve gotten all wrong.”
“I’m not wrong about guys wanting her,” I insist. When none of them make any effort to say anything, I let out a loud sigh. “Fine. You want me to say it, then I’ll say. Yeah, I’m a virgin. No one’s put their cock in my pussy. No one’s really touched me. No one’s ever kissed me … Well, sort of …” Memories try to pierce inside my mind, but I stifle them. “But, so what? There are plenty of virgins walking around in this world. I’m not an anomaly.”
No one says anything right away, as if I’ve shocked them all into silence. Even Hunter, which seems almost impossible.
Finally, Zay clears his throat and shifts. That seems to draw everyone out of their stupor spell that my stupid mouth seemed to cast over them.
Hunter eyes me over curiously. “So weird.”
“What is?” I ask, giving him a yeah-I’m-the-weird-one look.
He shakes his heads, still looking at me the same way. “I’m just wondering how.”
“How what?” I brace myself for whatever’s coming. I can tell something bad is about to happen.
He wets his lips with his tongue, a strange look of curiosity flashing across his expression. “How you’re a virgin.” He shakes his head. “Fuck, how have you not even been kissed before?”
“Actually, she said she sort of hasn’t been kissed,” Zay says, his gaze straying to the rearview mirror and colliding with mine. “She never explained what that meant.”
“And I’m not going to,” I reply. “So, can we please just stop talking about this?”
Wisps of Hunter’s blond hair fall into his eyes as his gaze sweeps across my body. Then he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and looks me in the eye. “Nah, I wanna keep talking about it or else it’s gonna be on my mind all damn day.”
“Hunter …” Jax cautions. “Rule number one.”
Hunter scrunches his nose. “Dammit, Jax, you’re always ruining my fun.” He sighs when Jax continues to stare him down. “Whatever. I’ll back off …” He momentarily frowns then fixes a smile onto his face as he looks at me again. “Guys like screwing your cousin, little raven, not because she’s some gorgeous goddess but because she’s probably an easy lay.”
“Maybe that’s true, but she’s still pretty,” I tell him with a shrug. “Tons of people have said so. And even though I don’t like her and think she’s totally vile, she is pretty. That’s something that just is what it is. And while I get that not every guy is into looks, there were a huge handful of them at our old school who were, and so Dixie May had quite the little groupie fan base that basically did whatever she asked.”
And her favorite thing to ask was for them to torment me.
Hunter crinkles his nose. “She’s okay-looking, but she tries to look that way. And whatever. If she wants to look good, then go ahead. It’s not really the point of this conversation.” He angles his head to the side as he reaches over the seat and sweeps his knuckles across my cheek. “Have you actually looked at yourself in a mirror? Or does your aunt and uncle not give you that privilege either?”
I lean away from his touch, feeling all sorts of weird about it.
I’ve spent so long not being touched until these guys entered my life twenty-four hours ago. And while I may not hate it,