Page 50 of Pretty Lethal
In the brief moments Hawk and Wilder were able to sneak off, they didn’t find anything useful, leaving us in the exact same place. At least we have the manifesto. We’ll just have to think of another way to get the information we need.
Maybe there’s more in the Kappa Epsilon Library and I just missed it? It’s certainly a discussion to have with the others—but not today.
I want an ordinary day with all of my guys—or as ordinary as a date with three guys can be.
“What the fuck is a date day?” Wilder grouses, looking thoroughly disgusted by the whole notion.
“We go out and do something fun, the four of us, together.”
He still doesn’t look terribly enamored, but he leans back in his chair with a frown, considering. “What are we doing?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. I thought we could all pitch some ideas and pick whatever everyone agrees with.”
“I’m all for a repeat of burning Mel’s body. Maybe we can round up my whole family and do the same to them,” Wilder suggests in a casual tone that makes me think he’s not at all joking.
“Uhh, I’d been thinking something more along the lines of bowling,” I suggest instead, giving Kaihelp meeyes.
“Bowling sounds fun,” he agrees. “Or there’s miniature golf.”
“We could go see a movie,” Hawk throws out.
“Oh, you meant normal, run-of-the-mill date ideas,” Wilder says with a displeased expression.
“Yes, Wilder,” I sigh. “A normal day, a normal date.”
“I’m not sure there’s such thing as a normal date when you’re going out with three guys, Angel.” Wilder winks, his mischievous grin back in place. “Though if you want normal, we can do normal. I vote for bowling.”
“You’re just voting for that because Em suggested it,” Hawk points out.
“Yeah, so? You just want to go watch a movie so you can fuck her in the back row of the theatre.”
I gape at Hawk, who simply shrugs, not looking the slightest bit apologetic. “And what was your ulterior motive for suggesting miniature golf?” I ask Kai with a raised brow.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “No ulterior motive, baby girl. I just so happen to know Wilder sucks at the game and thought you might enjoy watching him take his aggression out on a ball the size of his nut sack.”
“Fucking asshole,” Wilder grumbles, tossing the corner crust from his toast at him while I laugh my head off.
“That does sound tempting,” I agree, tapping my finger against my lip in fake contemplation.
“Angel, no. Not miniature golf, please,” Wilder pleads with his best puppy dog impression. “It’s the stupidest game ever! How is anyone meant to get a ball through the tiniest hole in the world while the windmill blades are constantly getting in the way?”
“Sounds to me like you just need more practice,” Kai retorts. “Probably shouldn’t be trying to stick anything in any holes if your aim is that bad.”
Hawk bursts out laughing while Wilder threatens Kai with bloody murder, and before blood is shed, I call out, “Okay, okay, bowling it is!”
After breakfast, we all go to get ready.
“Kai!” I squeal when he pulls me into the shower with him.
With my back to his chest, his breath fans over my neck when he asks, “How are you after last night? Are you sore?” His fingers stroke reverently along the front of my stomach, drifting lower until he’s cupping my pussy.
“Mmm, only in the best possible way.”
Despite having come countless times last night, wanton need sparks in my core when Kai curls his fingers, brushing the tips through my folds.
I can feel his growing erection between my butt cheeks as he rocks his hips, his fingers dancing teasingly along my slit until I’m writhing against him and all thoughts of our date day have receded to the back of my mind.
His other palm slides over my hip and up my ribs until he cups my heavy breast, and I arch into his touch.
