Those Heartless Boys

by E. M. Moore

  Lucas lurches forward, sucking on my clit until I cry out. A fiery sensation courses through me until he lets it go. “Say you’re ours.”

  My fingers curl into the sheets. “Fuck, Lucas.” I shift my hands to his hair again, pulling his lips to my clit. “I’m all of yours.”

  Lucas yanks me against him in a bruising kiss, his tongue lashing out expertly, flicking over my clit, lapping, and sucking in a rhythm that takes me high in no time at all. I breathe out in frenzied gasps and cries that surprise even me.

  “You promised me you’d scream my name,” Lucas reminds me.

  No reminder needed. I hold him there, rocking into him in time with his movements. “Fuck,” I gasp out. I already know it’s coming, and it’s coming quick. “Yes,” I cry. A guttural moan pours from the back of Lucas’s throat until it vibrates all the way through me. He sucks my clit again, and I explode. Literal fireworks spark behind my eyes. “Lucas!” He releases my clit while my body squeezes in quick succession, and short cries continue to break past my lips. He places a chaste kiss on my pussy and more shivers rack my body. “Jesus,” I say, my body coming down from the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.

  “I can’t believe I missed that reaction in class,” he says, resting his head against my abdomen. “You were definitely holding back.”

  “I think if you make me come that hard again, I’d be willing to do that with you almost anywhere.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that,” Lucas says.

  He lifts off me, and I lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I don’t even know what to do with myself. I’ve had some pretty intense orgasms before at my own hands, but nothing like that. Nothing with someone who I’m starting to have feelings for.

  My stare follows Lucas as he goes into the bathroom. All I know right now is that I’m so fucked. That shit is addicting.

  28

  Lucas wouldn’t let me leave his bed last night. At first, sleeping in the same bed with someone wasn’t all that comfortable, but we got into a position with his arms around me, and coupled with the plush mattress, I fell into an easy sleep.

  The next morning, I woke with Lucas’s hard-on cupped between my ass cheeks. Thinking he was awake, I moved back into him but judging by the unmoving body behind me, it was clear he was still sleeping.

  Last night had just been a taste of what Lucas could do. He’d known all the right buttons to push. The dirty talk on top of all the physical stuff was just icing on the cake. And despite all that, he hadn’t asked for anything in return either, even knowing I would’ve given it to him. He could’ve asked for anything, and I would’ve willingly let him mold my body into a pretzel if it suited him.

  I turn in his arms, pressing my fingertips against his chest and drawing them down over his navel where my fingers brush over his boxers that hide his stiff cock. Removing the covers from us, I drag my lips down his chest and abs, darting my tongue out every once in a while to kiss his salty skin.

  I can’t help myself. I pull the band of his boxers out and over his morning wood. His cock swells, veins cutting through his silky skin like coarse rope. I lick him from base to head. He immediately stirs, his fingers diving into my hair, squeezing at the base of my neck. “Fucking Christ, Dakota.” His shocked words give way to his need for dominance. He places his hands on the top of my head. “Open that beautiful mouth of yours.” I do as he demands, and he thrusts inside, filling me, hitting the back of my throat. I relax my throat muscles, taking him all in again and again. “Fuck,” he growls as he uses my mouth as a hole to fuck.

  I grip his base, hollowing out my cheeks as he continues to thrust. Hungry noises come from the back of my throat as my pussy slickens at his reckless abandon. I meet his gaze, his hard eyes taking in my submissive position as he continues to dominate me with almost punishing strokes.

  My pussy throbs, flooding as a trickle of arousal drips down my thigh. I moan with him deep inside. “You like that, Dakota? My little Wild Girl.”

  My body makes empty thrusts of its own as my sex tightens. Fuck, fuck. I realize wildly that I think I’m going to come even though I haven’t even been touched.

  Lucas thrusts in deeper as I moan, forcing my lips around him as hard as I can. His noises continue to heat me up and turn me inside out. “Fuck Dakota, I’m going to come in your mouth. I’m almost there.”

  He hits a spot in the back of my throat, and my body responds, my toes curling as I throttle forward into a mild orgasm. It’s obvious when I do, my eyes popping wide and a choked sound of ecstasy pours out of me even when my lips and tongue are otherwise engaged. Lucas’s wild gaze screams approval as he jerks in my mouth, his cum spilling over my tongue as I take it all.

  When he pulls away from me, I lie back on the bed, heart beating like a stampede of cattle. I don’t know what thought to latch onto first. The fact that he just fucked my mouth like I was his, or the fact that I loved every fucking second of it.

  He tangles his fingers in mine. “I’d apologize for being rough, but I think you enjoyed it.”

  I groan, not able to make words yet as I wonder if what just happened is actually physically possible. I mean, I know it is because it just fucking happened, but holy shit. I run through the scene in my head again, and sure enough, I came from giving head.

  Lucas’s cell phone alarm goes off, piercing the air, and I jump. “Shit,” he says, quickly silencing it while my heart rate climbs to an even higher point.

  I start to chuckle and then I full on laugh. My limbs are jelly. My mouth is tight and sore, but so fucking worth it.

  “I was trying to find the right time to tell you that I like to be in charge,” he says as he strokes the inside of my palms with his fingers. “You surprised me this morning.”

  I breathe out, my fingertips still buzzing. “I think I’m okay with it.”

  My admission does funny things to the look he gives me. He eyes my body like he’d be more than happy to see how far he could push me but then the door to his room opens. “Hey, do you know where Dakota—?” Stone stops. He drops his gaze down my body with an animalistic sort of stare down.

  My immediate response is to cover up, but I push that thought aside. I have nothing to hide in front of them. They share everything anyway, right?

  I stand, making Stone move back a step momentarily. “You found me,” I say.

  He swallows. “I hope part of that just fucked look had something to do with us last night.”

  I pretend to think about it. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I lost the ability to think with Lucas’s cock rammed down my throat.”

  Lucas chuckles behind me. “You’re pushing the beast, Wild Girl.”

  I find my pajamas and bra on the floor and carry them out as I slip around Stone. Well, attempt to, anyway. He moves in front of me until my nipple just barely grazes his arm. Goosebumps erupt all over me, but Stone keeps his gaze on my face. “We need to discuss something before we head to campus.”

  I run my hands over my curls, moving them to my other shoulder. “Can I shower first? Or do you want to have this conversation while I’m naked?”

  He nods, his heavy gaze making me walk slower as I move from Lucas’s room back into my own. Once there, I lower the blinds and lean against the door, my heart racing. Am I pushing the beast? I’m just trying to get under his skin like he gets under mine. Or maybe I am trying to show him what he could’ve had last night if he didn’t dump me on my ass.

  Either way, I strut into my bathroom with a skip in my step. When I get inside, I find a new shampoo bottle. I pick it up and read the label. It’s for curly hair. A genuine smile pulls my lips apart. I don’t know which guy thought of this. As much as I’d love to say it wasn’t Stone, that’s probably not true. We may have a deep-seated hatred for each other, but if my time with him tells me anything, it’s that Stone looks at the finer details. When he feels like it.

  I shower with the new shampoo and conditioner, loving how silky it makes my usually wild hair. The
re are more products on the bathroom sink, too, and I use every single one of them as I try to come up with the perfect combination to tame my hair. Because of that, I take a little longer in the bathroom than I usually do, but when I’m done, even I’m amazed at my head of curls. They’re shiny and beautiful, not coarse and stringy like usual. I can even run my hands through them without it tying up into knots and pulling out almost half my hair.

  With a smile, I dress in a pair of new shorts and a tank. I go back into my bathroom to check my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t hardly believe it. My face is glowing, most likely from the sex. My hair is tame, and my clothes are new and fit me like a glove.

  I stride from the room with my backpack on my shoulders like I fucking own the place because it feels like I fucking do. This must be how girls like Meghan feel all the time. Confident. Secure. Who knew what a set of new clothes and doing my hair could do for me? And the dick, of course. I can’t forget the dick. It’s absolutely insane.

  My confidence level shoots up even more when I find Wyatt in the kitchen. He does a double-take that makes me blush. “Jesus, Tits. I knew you were beautiful, but you’re down right captivating today.”

  “Please,” I say, rolling my eyes, knowing he’s so full of shit. This is what he does with girls, but I also can’t help but take the compliment for what it is. A hot guy telling a girl who’s been nothing all her life that she’s looking good.

  His shoulders slump after a moment. “Ugh, wonderful. We’re going to be getting into a fight today. I can just tell.”

  My face scrunches up.

  “Don’t believe me? You’ll see.” He waltzes toward me, taking every instance to run his heated gaze over me. “I know what guys think. You have easy prey written all over you. They think you have self-esteem issues if they even remember you at all. Some guys are too fucking dumb to look beyond what’s in front of them to see what’s really going on. You, Dakota Wilder, have always been a hot piece of ass. It didn’t matter if you had dirt brushed over your cheeks or your shirts had holes in them or that your hair looked like it was running you. Shitheads, though? Asshole shitheads who will only look surface deep are about to swarm you with their pathetic, tiny dicks. Judging by the way you screamed Lucas’s name last night, he’s not going to like that. And Stone? He’s always wanted to throttle anyone who ever looked at you. Even us.” He trails off. “Me?”

  “You?” I ask, prompting him.

  He grins, tipping his cowboy hat down so he shields part of his face. “I like fighting, so I’ll be more than happy to oblige any fucker who thinks he can get close to you today.”

  We stand there staring at each other for a little while before he returns to the kitchen and starts to make something on the stove. I finally convince my feet to move when Lucas sounds behind me. “Oh fuck.”

  “That’s what I said,” Wyatt pipes up as he grabs something out of the cupboards.

  “Like we don’t have enough to worry about.”

  I just smile and laugh. Everyone should have a Wyatt and Lucas around when they get a makeover. It’s good for the soul.

  Lucas comes up behind me, his arm stretching around my middle. “Not that I’m complaining one bit,” he teases, his hot breath caressing my ear.

  I feel like a million dollars today. My shoes fit perfectly, so no more tired, aching feet. No more wishing I could fade away into the background. I realize with a start that these guys have a lot to do with that. They came out of nowhere, pulling me into the real world, helping me slay dragons like fucking Meghan, putting her in her place for once.

  Lucas dips to kiss the soft spot behind my ear, and my knees go weak. If it wasn’t for Wyatt at that moment dropping a plate onto the kitchen island that he says he made just for me, I might have even dropped all the way to the floor, hopefully taking Lucas with me. Instead, I move forward, recognizing right away that he’s made me French toast, but it isn’t the bland way we used to eat it. It’s coated in what smells like cinnamon icing.

  “Someday, a girl’s going to lasso your heart, Wyatt Longhorn. When she does, she’s going to be one lucky lady,” I say, salivating over his breakfast.

  Wyatt chuckles darkly, but he doesn’t say anything in return. The smell of his breakfast makes me dive right in, and it tastes just as good as it looks.

  “I take it Stone and I are still fending for ourselves?”

  “It’s still midweek, isn’t it? And before you say anything about Tits getting food, it’s because she has a pussy and you don’t.”

  “What if I had her pussy, does that count?”

  “No, it means I ain’t making you shit during the weekend either, you bastard.”

  Lucas grins over at me, and my heart melts into a puddle. I swear there’s currently icing dripping from my lips, but he doesn’t seem to care.

  Footsteps mark their way into the room. My back heats as Stone comes up behind me. He drops a stapled stack of papers in front of me. I eye it, reading the first few lines. I swallow the food in my mouth as Stone says, “This is a contract I had drawn up for you. I want you to read through it and see what you think, but in a nutshell, it says that whatever you tell us about the Superstition Mountain treasure stays between us. The information will only be used in conjunction with working with you as part of our team. And that myself, Wyatt, and Lucas will do everything in our power to conceal your family’s years of research and knowledge from any other parties.”

  I turn in my chair after briefly running my gaze over the words on the first page which affirm what he’s just said. Yes, it’s all legalese, but I think he’s right. “You’re serious?”

  “One hundred percent,” he says, sliding his cold blue-gray gaze to mine. “You always had my word. Now you can have it in writing, complete with a clause that says if we default on any part of this contract, you can sue me for a hefty sum of money.”

  “It’s not about money,” I say, still sizing him up, almost disbelieving that we’re having this conversation.

  “I know,” he growls. “It’s so much more than that, but I had to offer you something sizable in return so you can be assured that we’re all on your side. This is a contract between teammates with one common goal.”

  I lick my lips, tasting the sugary sweet of the icing still there. “Thank you,” I tell him. “I’ll read it over today and have an answer for you by the end of the day.”

  “If you want, I’ll pay for your own lawyer—a disinterested third party—that you can discuss it with, but I assure you everything in that contract is legal and binding.”

  “That won’t be necessary,” I tell him, feeling a little breathless.

  He nods at me and walks away, going to the cupboards to retrieve a bowl and an oatmeal packet. I watch as he works methodically, like he’s been doing this very thing his whole life. I bet I’m an anomaly to him. He dealt with me as he knew how, through lawyers and contracts. No matter how different it is from how I would deal with something, I can’t help but think that what he’s just done is monumental, showing his true colors.

  Judging by the way Wyatt and Lucas are watching him too, I know I’m right. Stone Jacobs just relinquished control for once.

  29

  Instead of focusing on school, I read through Stone’s contract. With each clause I decipher, I know he’s trying. Actually, this is probably the best gift he could give me.

  When we returned home from my dad’s house a couple of days ago, I hid the key to the safe behind the nightstand in my room, taping it to the back where no one could easily find it. It’s been years since I’ve even seen the safe, but I know what’s in it. Dad used to say, “Everything you might forget, it’s in there.” Maybe he was preparing me for the time he wouldn’t be here all along.

  The last class I have for the day ends, and I don’t even realize. Wyatt saunters up to me while everyone quietly shuffles out of the room. I try to hide the contract quickly, but it’s no use. “He surprised you, didn’t he?”

  I nod. Ther
e’s no use hiding anything from these guys anymore. It’s sad, but I know these guys more than anyone else. My dad’s gone and Dickie’s a friend, but he could never be a friend I could lean on.

  “He has a tendency to do that, by the way. You’ll see,” Wyatt says. “You’re a part of us now, whether you sign that contract or not. That’s just a formality to make you feel safe, but I know my best friends. There’s no way they would let anything you know slip out. I can promise you that.”

  His words reaffirm everything for me, but I can’t let him get away with that. “You going soft on me, cowboy?”

  A hint of a smile teases his lips. “Don’t be calling me out like that, Tits. I have a reputation to uphold.”

  I smirk and shake my head, peeking at the contract again. “I guess sometimes I just wish my dad were around, you know?”

  He doesn’t say anything for several seconds, but when he does talk, his voice is cold. “Actually, I don’t know,” Wyatt says. “Don’t go getting all pissy, but I’m about to lay down a truth you may not be ready to hear.”

  My stomach drops. I switch my gaze to his, already bracing myself for impact. It’s as if I’m sitting in the front seat of a rollercoaster and I know I’m about to go downhill, but it’s not as if I can stop it.

  “Your dad didn’t do right by you, Dakota. From what I’ve seen and heard, he was a hermit who dressed you like him, kept you to himself, and made you his little assistant from birth. That was no way to grow up.”

  I glare at him, sending him the iciest, piercing gaze I can muster before I get out of my chair and march away. “You ever heard the word poor before, Wyatt? It might be foreign to you.”

  He growls behind me, pulling me back into the classroom where it’s just the two of us instead of the hallway where people are still lingering. “I get poor. What I don’t get is him spending every last penny on finding the fucking treasure when he couldn’t even buy you a decent pair of sneakers. You slum it in clothes that don’t even fit you, and yet you just stand here, acting like he’s the best father in the world.”