Page 70 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Wylds? Where did you come from?” Becks blinked at her.
“She’s been hiding back there this whole time, genius.” Luke rolled his eyes.
“Bed, now!” Wylder scowled.
“Aha! I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Becks pointed at Logan.
Wylder stomped around the couch, a white-hot poker lighting up her foot where she’d likely broken her big toe.
“Wylder cover your eyes, kiddo.” Becks put himself between her and the shirtless Luke.
“Enough!” Wylder shoved her brother. “For crying out loud, Becks, go to bed.” She turned to Nicky with pleading eyes.
“She’s right, Becks. Let’s go.” Nicky took his hand.
“I’m not leaving her here with the sleazy McChesty twins. Wylder, it’s way past your bedtime.” He pointed to the stairs like she was five years old again and he was the overprotective big brother looking out for her.
“Beckett Vonzelle Anderson,” Wylder’s eyes shot through him like lasers.
“Traitor!” Becks screamed. “Wylder Mozelle Anderson, we had a pact!”
“Seriously? Vonzelle? That’s Twitter gold.” Luke reached for his phone.
“Don’t you dare.” Logan smacked his hand away.
“It is high time you realize I’m an adult, Beckett. I’m nineteen, not twelve. And if I want to sit down here and make-out with Logan, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Wylder crossed her arms over her chest.
“Wylds, he’s way more experienced than you, kiddo.”
“I’m a year older than he is, and you know nothing about my level of experience with men.”
“Men? Who said anything about men?” Becks looked to Nicky for help.
“Becks. We’re going to bed now.” Nicky pulled him toward the stairs. “Luke, I’d suggest you do the same.”
“And leave her down here with a boy?” Becks hissed. “It’s the middle of the night, Nick Nick.”
“And she’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.” Nicky pushed him up the first steps.
“You keep your hands to yourself.” Becks growled a final warning to Logan.
“Well, I’m off to bed. I’ve got some sweet dreams to look forward to, and some epic tweets to compose.” Luke stood with a stretch. “Have fun, you two.” He winked at Wylder.
“Did you just wink at my little sister?” Becks ducked his head down from the stairs Nicky was still struggling to get him up.
“Relax SexyBecksy, I don’t want your sister, but I’m pretty sure my brother does.” Luke threw up his hand in a wave to the crowd and headed for the guest room. “Night all!”
“Mozelle?” Logan turned toward Wylder when they were finally alone again.
“Family name.” Wylder sighed and flopped down on the couch next to him. “Forget you heard it.”
“Oh, I’m tucking that one away for future use.” Logan rested his arm on the back of the couch. “Now about that whole making-out thing.”
“I just said that to make Becks mad.”
“Oh, so you didn’t come down here to make-out with me?”
“I came down for hot cocoa,” Wylder insisted, but she couldn’t seem to stop the smile spreading across her face.
