This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,64

gathers it up, pulling it around his waist and attempting to cover me like the gentleman he’s turned out to be.

“It’s not as if I haven’t seen her tits before, remember? And if you’re worried about your cock, yeah, I’ve seen that, too.”

“Sometimes you’re so fucking annoying,” Lucas grumbles.

“I know.” Wyatt smiles like Lucas gave him the best compliment in the world. He finds my stare, his face tightening. “Since you guys had a party of two last night, and I dealt with a party of one and a half...” he brings his hand up and flexes his fingers and my face practically overheats. “...I thought I’d get you up early as payback. Meet me out in the living room in five minutes. Wear something to work out in.”

“Work out? What?”

Wyatt winks. “Just trust me.”

The door closes, and I glance over at Lucas whose eyebrows are lowered over his eyes. “Do I need to lose weight?” I mean, I have been eating an abnormal amount lately. Because, food. There’s just so much of it, and it tastes so good.

Lucas rolls me underneath him. “You are fucking perfect.” He notes our closeness, taking me all in. “The three of us talked and agreed that we could use some training in case we need it. Cole and his guys are no joke.”

“Oh, okay. That makes sense.”

Lucas kisses my forehead and backs out of bed. “Still going to kill him for waking us up like that.” He pulls me up after him. He’s still completely naked, his morning wood semi-hard against my stomach. My mind goes straight to naughtier things because why wouldn’t it? Lucas is a fucking sex-toy dream, and I know I’ve only scratched the surface. “Don’t even look at me like that,” he chastises. “If we aren’t out there in five minutes, he’ll come in here no matter what we’re doing.”

“That could be fun,” I tease. It was hot as fuck when Wyatt watched us in the stream. I can’t imagine if we were actually fucking and Wyatt was there.

“Oh, Wild Girl,” Lucas says, reaching up to grip my cheeks, “get dressed. We have a lot of time for exploration.” His cock disagrees with him, hardening even more against my stomach. He turns me around and gives me a playful slap on my ass.

I bite my lip to keep from smiling as I pick up my discarded clothes from last night—including my new bra and panty set. I slip from his room, successfully making it back to mine unnoticed. However, when I swing the door open, Wyatt’s sitting at the edge of my bed.

He stands right up as soon as I come in, keeping his eyes trained on my face even though the clothes I have plastered to my skin are barely covering anything. “I’m sorry, but I need to try something.”

He comes forward, moving me against the chilled glass. He snatches his hat off his head and drops it to the floor next to us. His daring blue eyes search my own, and he inches just a little bit nearer, as if he’s asking for permission.

Tension curls around us, settling into thick waves that keep pinning us together. The secrets in Wyatt call to me. The hurt, the pain beckon me closer as if I could be a balm to his soul.

A hairsbreadth separates us, but he doesn’t move in. His fingers clench and unclench against my hips like he’s trying to hold himself back; a silent request for permission.

He’s waiting for me, and it makes my heart crack down the middle that this sex-jokester, the one who’s said that women are only good for one thing, treats me differently.

I cross the distance between us. Our lips collide, an instant break through the barriers between us. He moans, keeping our perusal soft and sensual. Surprisingly, it’s not a clash of tongues and heat. It’s an even-keeled back and forth supported by feeling and emotion; an appreciation of two people coming together.

He kisses like he has all the time in the world. Like he wants to commit it to memory, savor every pass of our lips.

When he pulls away, he leans his forehead against mine, his chest moving frantically. “I don’t take the time to kiss girls, Dakota,” he confesses. His admission, on the surface, sounds odd, but the meaning is clear and makes so much sense when we’re talking about Wyatt Longhorn. He’s a cowboy; he likes things hard and fast. And with other girls, he probably didn’t take