This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,99
this treasure has only reignited the fire I had in me when I was a little girl. The one that made me look at my father with pride and determination. I just knew we were going to succeed, and with Stone, Wyatt, and Lucas’ help, I feel that again.
No, I don’t know what will happen if we find the treasure with Cole now getting his hands in on it. I trust his word. I may not trust him fully yet despite telling me he would do anything for me. Honestly, he confuses the shit out of me, and right now, when I would prefer things be black and white, he’s just another riddle I have to figure out.
Wyatt reaches over to the couch for his cowboy hat and places it on his head. Rivulets of sweat drip down his chest toward the joggers hanging dangerously low on his hips. Lucas kisses the side of my head. “You’ve got a little drool on your chin.”
“Ha. Ha.”
Wyatt winks at me. “I gotta do something for attention.”
“Yeah, at least you’re not trying to run her over this time.”
Wyatt’s blue gaze turns hard. “I wasn’t trying to run her over, dick.”
Lucas chuckles and walks away, gulping down water while we move into our new routine. As soon as the training session is over, we head into our own showers. Sometimes, my body feels like it just crawled out of a barrel that rolled down a hillside, and none of us want the others to see us hobbling before the hot water helps make the ache go away.
This morning, though, Wyatt walks right into my room ahead of me. He reaches his hand out and tugs me in, pushing me down on the bed. My back hits the mattress, and he climbs over top of me. “You haven’t forgotten about me, have you, Tits?”
I shake my head, acutely aware of all the ways we’re lined up with nothing but flimsy clothes between us. Wyatt’s been holding back from me, needing to get his shit straight, and I’m fine with that. I want him to be sure before he jumps in.
“When I look at you, I try not to think about sex but it’s fucking hard when I can hear you through the walls at night.”
“We’ll have to tell Stone his walls suck.”
Wyatt’s gaze turns molten, and his face changes to pure sex in an instant.
“Hey,” I beckon him back to reality, putting my hand to his chest. “I’m fine with this, you know? I’m fine with you needing to be sure. I want you to be sure, too. There’s no reason to rush anything, Wyatt Longhorn. Your Tits will be here when the time comes.”
Wyatt sucks in his bottom lip, and I almost change my mind. He gets off me slowly, reaching out his hand to pull me up. “You’re right. I’m just a jealous bastard who’s feeling like he’s getting left behind.”
“Maybe the two of us could do something?” I offer. It’s only fair, after all. I’ve gotten alone time with every one of them, except for Wyatt. His own self-loathing is holding him back. He’s punishing himself for how he was before.
“Yeah,” he says, eyes lighting. “Skip your morning classes? I want to show you something.”
Why the hell not? It’s not as if I did homework or anything anyway. I groan internally. Once upon a time, I wanted nothing more than to be in school, away from my obsessive father. Now, maybe I’m turning out to be just like him. The treasure has overtaken my life. Well, it was kind of forced on me again, but if I like it, is it really being forced on me? This is like one of those if a tree falls in the forest questions and, honestly, those hurt my brain. “Sure,” I smile. I’d love to get under Wyatt’s layers.
Lucas is not as on board with the plan as Wyatt and I are, but he eventually agrees. He takes off for school in the Audi, and I climb into Wyatt’s truck with him. He’s full-on cowboy after he left me in my room to take his shower. He has on a skintight, white shirt that hugs his arm muscles. The jeans he’s paired it with look like he’s a book hero come to life.
Instead of turning toward Clary, Wyatt drives in the opposite direction. My stomach bunches into knots as the truck’s tires kick up dirt along the side of the road. Eventually, we’re kicking up