This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,41
to match his pace without gagging. “Mine,” he growls. Heat hits me like a tidal wave. I peer up at him through fanned lashes, and he jerks violently. Hot cum spills over my tongue. I wrap my lips tight around his spasming dick, and he roars his pleasure.
When he’s spent, he pulls out and hauls me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me. He holds me there, fingers sinking into my skin like an anchor while his heart beats like crazy in his chest. My mouth is sore and used, and all it does is make me smile. Power rushes through me. That kind of sex isn’t degrading, it’s fucking hot. To know that I have that much power over him—that I could make him want me so bad that he can’t even control himself—is addicting.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, concern now seeping through his sex haze.
I pull away. “Never better.”
He matches my smile. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
I tuck his cock away, button his jeans and zip him back up. “Next time, I’m going to need a ride on that cock, Lucas. I’ve been teased enough.”
He swallows, his brown eyes captivating. “I think we can tell everyone to call off the search. I found the treasure. It’s you.”
I swat his chest. “You wish you were getting off that easy.” I head back into my bathroom to clean up after my second sexual escapade of the day and come back out to change into a pair of comfy joggers and a t-shirt, forgoing the bra for now.
“I mean it,” Lucas says. “When all this is over, I’m going to make sure you never have to worry about anything else in your life.”
I blink at him. The words these guys use aren’t just in the moment. They’re forever words. When they talk, it’s as if all of this was inevitable between the four of us before we even met officially.
I like the sound of that. My romance loving brain makes me want to hold onto that promise, even if forever is scary.
Reaching up on my tiptoes, I give Lucas a soft kiss on the lips. “Come on, Stone has news he needs to share with everyone.”
He quirks a brow. “Something he already told you?”
“Yeah, I think it was his ploy to get in my pants.”
He chuckles. “I see right through you, Wild Girl. You would’ve dropped your panties for him on day one, no questions.”
“What? That’s insane.”
He wraps his hand around mine and leads me into the main part of the house without explaining himself. If the guys know what took Lucas and I so long, neither of them acknowledges it. We’re barely sitting before Stone tells them what his father said while holding my stare for far longer than normal.
“That’s fucked up,” Wyatt barks. “I knew your dad was turning into a psycho, but this?”
“Why the hell do you guys help him then?” I ask. “If you know how terrible he is, break ties and move the fuck on.”
Stone shakes his head. “It’s not that easy, babe.”
I still, and the pet name doesn’t go unnoticed by Wyatt or Lucas either. Each of them share looks of varying astonishment.
Stone rolls his eyes. “You two can just shut the fuck up.”
Wyatt snickers on the couch. “Babe is a little lame compared to the names we gave our Dakota, but okay. If you want to be boring.”
Stone flips him off and focuses back on me. “He didn’t only threaten his enemies, he threatened all of us. Working with him seemed like a better idea than not. Plus….” He swallows. “He’s still my dad.”
Wyatt glances at the scowl on my face. The words he said to me about my father still sting. Neglect. Abuse. Even if there is some truth to it, he’s still my father, and there’s no sense hating on the man who might be lost to me forever.
“Well, we have to find her,” Lucas confirms. “You can’t leave her wherever she is.”
“I’ll work on that,” Stone says. “I’ll have to get on my father’s good side again.”
The room is quiet for a little while until Wyatt speaks up. “Hate to break it to you, but that probably means no more sexy car rides with Tits. Especially ones where she comes back looking like she saw Jesus.”
Stone’s jaw hardens and the blue-gray of his eyes turn to granite.
“He’s right,” Lucas agrees. “You know how far your father’s resources go. If he thinks you’re doing anything but marrying Rissa, you can