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Getz leaves, and I start a giggle that causes a wave of laughter in the room. There was a time when I’d freak out at being alone with the four most dangerous, powerful boys in the school. Boys eager to dominate me. But the feeling of dread is gone. The fear and angst that they will overcome me and tear me to shreds because I don’t belong here is gone. I feel as if I’m finally one of them.
But when I stop to look at each of their faces, Wyatt isn’t laughing. The dim light in the room barely reaches his profile as he bows his head and covers his eyes with his hands. Of course, he won’t laugh while serving his mom to Ted like a sacrifice on a slab of cold stone.
I slip off the couch, letting go of Bryce’s hand, and Justin’s arm slips away from my shoulders. I stand in front of Wyatt and wait until he makes eye contact with me.
“She doesn’t have to do it,” I tell him. “You don’t have to ask. I really know it can’t be easy.”
His tall frame leans back in the stiff chair as he stretches out a long leg. Instinctively, I sit down on his lap, and Wyatt grabs my hip with one strong hand, holding me in place. That feeling starts deep in me whenever I touch him. Our warmth is shared through touch, and I crave more of him. I always want more of him.
I nuzzle his dark hair with my nose, and the scowl on his face softens until it disappears. “Wyatt,” I whisper, “we can figure out another way.”
“Wyatt, you don’t have to ask your mom.” Pierce watches us hard. “You don’t have to say anything. Right now, we’re figuring stuff out. Nothing is set in stone.”
Pierce continues to watch as I balance on Wyatt’s lap. But instead of feeling weirded out by Pierce’s attention, I kick out my leg and rest my calf on his muscled thigh. He grins when I add my other leg, and Pierce runs his hands along my calves, tugging at my muscles under my wide jeans.
Wyatt touches his lips against my cheek until I turn my attention back on him. I pull back and smile at Wyatt, pushing my fingers into his wild hair, then kiss his lips. His eyes shut, but mine stay open as I eye Pierce, watching us.
“You don’t mind that I’m broke?” Wyatt asks, ending our kiss. He knows what I’m going to say.
“Not when you make me wet,” I whisper, though they can all hear in the quiet room.
I kiss Wyatt again as Pierce’s hands travel up my leg. I glance over at Bryce, then Justin, who watches silently, and I wonder why they’re not burning up with jealousy. Why aren’t they lashing out with angry, possessive words as they grit their teeth? I’m not trying to make it happen, but I wonder just the same.
What’s going on? I better give them each a kiss just in case. And I don’t mind. I reach a hand out toward Bryce.
Bryce takes the opportunity and swoops me off Wyatt’s lap. He teases my mouth open with small kisses until I sigh. He kisses me until my bottom lip swells. His hands play in my hair as he whispers my name. My knees feel weak, and I have to lean against the desk.
Then Pierce takes me, lifting and pressing me against Getz’s desk. He pushes me back while his tongue passes between my parted lips. His hands hold me tight by the ass, and I lose my breath as I feel the heat coming off him. I’m dizzy as I stand up straight again.
Justin grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me down on his lap. I stare into his eyes, and he traces my bottom lip with his thumb. He parts my lips with his fingertips. And I suck his thumb into my mouth, never losing eye contact. He leans in and kisses my neck, his nose rubbing against my neck. I can feel him sniffing me. He takes away his thumb and presses his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around Bryce’s neck and hold on as he makes my senses float away.
“Hmm,” I sigh as we get up to leave. “That was nice.”
“Only nice?” Justin smiles, opening the door so we can leave.
“Later, we can try for great.” I wink and sashay down the hall.
I rate their kisses as I walk alone back to my dorm. Wyatt’s kisses are forceful and demanding as his mouth bruises mine. Pierce is nasty and curious, pushing the limits as far as he dares—and that’s far. Justin’s kisses are sensual, and my body floats away as his gentle touch tingles on my skin. And Bryce is the romantic, the one who sweeps my head up into the clouds like a movie star in a goofy rom-com.
I think I love them all.
