This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,40

high. Eventually, he gets into the driver’s seat, pocketing my panties along the way, but he neither confirms nor denies what he’s doing with the video.

14

“Yay, you two didn’t kill each other,” Wyatt deadpans from his spot on the couch, phone clutched in his hands.

I tiptoe down the hall, trying to sneak by without comment. I have some major cleaning up to do in the downtown area.

Wyatt chuckles, his full belly laugh wrapping me up in warmth and making my face flame at the same time. “Really, Tits? Like we didn’t know this was going to happen. You should be walking in here like you fucking own it. You tamed the elusive Stone Jacobs.”

I ignore his jibes and keep walking. I’m not a fan of going commando—there’s too much breeze, too much everything.

The second my bedroom door closes behind me, I slip my clothes off and head straight for the shower. I take my time, treating myself with the lemon and lavender body wash Stone bought me. Just as I shut the water off, the shower door opens, and I nearly come out of my skin. Lucas waits—his unkempt hair more scraggly than usual, and a pinch creasing his brows.

I slowly take the proffered sapphire towel in his hands and wrap it around my body. The fierce gaze he gives me strips me of everything but worry. My stomach clenches. “Is everything okay?”

He reaches out to unravel my only cover and the blue terrycloth falls to my feet. Devouring me with his eyes, he steps closer. “Tell me this is still mine, too. Tell me I own a piece of you.”

The steam dissipates, leaving the cool air to kiss my flesh. “I thought I belonged to all of you?”

“You do. I just need to hear you say the words before I lay you down on that bed and prove it to myself like an animal.”

“You want to reclaim me?” I tease, struggling to wrangle the excitement budding in my core.

“In the worst possible way.” His eyes glitter with demons.

I’m playing with fire. Lucas is only mildly balanced; I can tell from the look in his eyes. He’s refraining from losing control, but his losing control sounds like so much fun. Then again, Stone wrung three orgasms out of me not more than a half hour ago. I’m not sure I have any more in the tank.

“As promising as that sounds, I’m going to need some recoup time,” I tell him, sliding past his rigid body to head into my room. I open the closet and find a comfortable outfit to throw on since I imagine Stone is going to want to tell the guys about his mom sooner rather than later.

With my back turned, the sound of a zipper slowly opening alerts my senses. “On your knees, Wild Girl. Show me that pretty mouth of yours.”

My nipples peak, aching at his command. I glance over my shoulder to find Lucas freeing his cock, stroking it in front of him while he waits for me to do as he’s said. My gaze drifts toward the door.

“They’ll wait,” he hisses, the veins in his erection already engorged like he’s been thinking about me since I left—biding his time. His body shudders, precum wetting his tip in a delicious invitation. I stay rooted in place, and his jaw feathers. “Please.”

Curiosity and the growing pulse between my legs have me dropping to my knees.

“Fuck, Dakota,” he groans. He steps in front of me, gripping his base angrily like he’s wrestling with himself.

I lick my lips and open wide. His dick bobs in front of me after releasing his hold to fist the hair at the nape of my neck. My core throbs with need, and a breathy moan pushes uninhibited past the back of my throat. I move forward right before he tugs me to him. We meet in a desperate sinking of his hard flesh into my waiting mouth where I glide my tongue over his ridges. My soft cry of approval is quickly swallowed up by his strangled one, breaking every exterior façade he has.

Lifting my hands to his ass, I dig my nails into the tight muscles for purchase. He tightens his hold and rocks into me, movements pronounced and calculated until they switch to frantic and frenzied. Wetness creeps down my thighs as he fucks my mouth.

“Mmm, Dakota. That’s right. Take me all in. I’m going to come down your throat.” He moans, his hips bucking furiously while I try