Page 164 of Lucky 14

I do a double-take. Does he mean…hurt him?

Wyatt just raises an eyebrow. “Don’t think I don’t know about the game you had planned.”

My cheeks get hot. Of course he knew. Clearly, there are no secrets here.

“I thought it was a good plan. Minus the whole ‘don’t hurt him’ thing.”

Now my cheeks are really burning, and I bury my head in his chest. Wyatt puts his hand on my forehead and pulls my head back gently so he can look at me. “Hey.”

I glance away, the feeling of his eyes staring deep into my soul unsettling. Unsettling and yet, somehow, the most intimate I’ve felt in a long fucking time. I can’t look away for long before my gaze is back on his.

There’s the tiniest crinkle in the skin around his eyes. “I know why.”

I frown. “What?”

“I know why you didn’t want him to get hurt.” Suddenly, Wyatt’s gaze turns serious and almost…sad. He looks at me like I’m the only person in the universe. It’s terrifying because I’m laid bare before him. He’s seen the real me, the Holli I used to be, and the Fourteen I became. And all I see in his gaze is obsession and…something else. Something soft.

“If you want, I’ll help you make a better game. We don’t have to hurt him, but you can get payback.”

Immediately, I know that’s not what I want. I bury my head in his chest again.

Wyatt lets me, petting the back of my head.

“Or…” The petting continues. “We could do something else. Something more fun.” His voice trails off with something gravely and suggestive.

The upturn in his voice hangs heavily in the air. Is he…what is he talking about?

I look up at him. He looks down at me and cocks an eyebrow. He looks at me like he’s challenging me.

“You know, since you want to fuck him but you’re too afraid to make a move.”

Outrage burns in my chest, and I pull back. Did he just…excuse me? “I’m not afraid.”

“Sure. And I’m not crazy,” Wyatt’s tone is deadpan.

I smack his chest.

“If you’re not afraid, then call him in here.”

“I’m not afraid!”

He stares at me.

“Fine!” I stand up, heart beating with righteous energy. I’ll invite Oakley. I have no problem with that. I’m not afraid of him. If Wyatt wants to test me, I’ll bring Oakley in and fuck him right in front of him.

The thought makes my heart race and my head start buzzing again. Fucking Oakley in front of Wyatt? Oakley on his knees, looking up at me with those eyes.

My hand hits the cool door handle, and I pull.

It doesn’t open.

I frown and try again, but it doesn’t open.

Oh my god. It’s locked.

Slowly, I turn to look at Wyatt. “Did you lock this before you came out?”

He just snorts.