Page 48 of A Little Bit Reckless
Wells had stopped.
He had the stick out between us, the wood damp from the moisture that clearly seeped through my underwear. His expression was deadpan. “Of course, you did.”
He tossed the stick at me, and I winced. Right away, I closed my legs, and when I got off the sink, he was already at the door. He had his back to me, his hand on the doorknob. Tears pricked my eyes. “Wells…”
He soundedand lookedas if he was disgusted by me, and that shouldn’t bother me. I shouldn’t carethat he knew I’d been with someone. It wasn’t his business. I shouldn’tcare.
Tell my emotions that when I wiped my tears away. Feeling suddenly naked, I adjusted my skirt and attempted to cover myself as much as I could even though I was fully clothed.
Wells wet his lips. “You tell anybody about what you saw last night and you’ll regret it,” he said opening the door. He paused. “And you might want to wipe yourself off before coming downstairs. Don’t want my parents to know you just got yourself off in their bathroom with a stick.”
He could have slapped me in that moment and that would have hurt less.
I supposed that’d been the point.
Wells Ambrose wanted to make me feel dirty for what happened. I hadn’t when he’d been doing it, but I did now.
Fighting the sob in my throat, I sat down. I held my knees until I felt like I didn’t want to cry anymore, and after, I cleanedup the bathroom. I went downstairs and sat in my parents’ car after that.
I told them I was sick.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Bru
“Bow… Hey, Bow, wait!”
Bow’s hands were moving quickly, packing up her stuff on the quad.
She’d started once I called her name.
She’d clearly been studying, but one word from me got her moving. She’d also been ignoring my texts over the past few days. I wanted to talk to her about what she walked in on between Wells and me. I wantedto talk,but she’d been avoiding me.
This was confirmed with the way she turned into the Road Runner the moment she heard me call after her. She was on her feet by the time I made it over to her, her book bag slung over her arm. Her face was red, and even though she clearly heard me call her, she gazed down and darted in the opposite direction. She attempted to sprint away in her little skirt, a skirt that swayed and exposed her legs in ways I certainly hadn’t noticed before she kissed me in my car.
I did now though. God,did I know, and I felt like a perv. Her brother was my friend, and I definitely hadn’t told himthe thoughts I had about his little sister lately. I couldn’t help it considering the last time I’d seen her. Her hand down her nightshirt…
“Bow.” I cut her off, and her eyes flashed. They sparked huge, her cheeks rosy, flushed. I shouldn’t have scared her though. She knew I’d been behind her. I posted my hands on my hips. “We need to talk.”
About so many things. She’d obviously walked in on Wells and me, but there was also that other thing. She’d been touching herself that night while watching us.
And I definitely wanted to talk about that.
My mind hazed thinking about the way she looked, intrigued and turned the fuck on. She’d been embarrassed, yes, but it hadn’t bothered her seeing me with someone else. In fact, her expression matched similar looks women had when Wells and I had threesomes. Sometimes things would get… intense between Wells and me and the women we were with always enjoyed all three of us together.
Bow had sported a similar look, but I wasn’t trying to think about those girls. In fact, the very thought about doing what Wells and I did with someone else made my stomach knot. The girl wouldn’t have Bow’s deep blue eyes, or the sweet flush of her skin. It looked so sweet, smelled sweet...
Bow started to cut around me, my mind going to really fucking inappropriate places. This wasThatcher’s sister,and there needed to be some respect there. That respect went quadruple for Bow herself. She was my friend and deserved that.
I got in front of her again. “Bow, please?—”
“No, Bru.” She skittered away, then gazed around for some reason. It was like she was looking for someone. She pushed some of her curls out of her face that had fallen from her normally tight bun. I had her completely frazzled, and I hated that. She huffed. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Like hell.
I cut her off again. This time, I folded a hand behind her and guided her behind a tree. We were going to have this discussion whether she wanted to have it or not.
