Page 51 of Wild Like Us
“I’m fine,” I say again. “Just a bruised butt.”And ego.
Mention of my ass doesn’t change his expression. He’s not even looking at my lips. I’ve glanced at his kissable lips at least three fucking times now.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pinches my foot. “Ow, fuck,” I wince between my teeth and jerk. “The scorpion.” That little asshole is still running around here.
Akara stands up quickly, avoiding looking at me the entire time. He makes a concerted effort to stare at the wall.
I’msoover it.
Fuck the towel. I leave it behind as I rise to my feet. One of which throbs from the sting.
Banks’ boot lands hard on the tile, his back turned to me. “Got ‘em.”
“Was trying to avoid that,” I say with a shrug. “My little sister says it’s cruel to kill things that are weaker than you.”
“She’d hate me then,” Banks says, then glances at me. “Fuck—” He turns around quickly. “You’re—”
“Naked.” I rest my hands on my hips, done running away, and I swear, right before Banks drops his head, I catch sight of his rising smile.
Akara is doing an A+ job of avoiding. “You need a new towel, Sul?”
“No.” I shrug. “We’re pals, right? Friendly friends. I’m sure you two have seen each other’s cocks at some point.”
They share a look.
“We have,” Akara answers first.
“So what does it even matter if I’m naked around you guys?” I wouldn’t strip naked in front of just anyone. Even though they’re not attracted to me, I’ll always trust them, and I’m done feeling like the little girl on the outskirts.
I can play with the older guys.
I’m twenty-fucking-one.
With another short, silent exchange through their eyes, they rotate fully to face me. Akara’s gaze drips down my body, but I can’t read his expression at all.
“Just friends, right, string bean?” Akara asks, his chest rising and falling more frequently.
“Right.”
Shower water still splashes at me, but I feel hot from the inside-out.
I look to Banks.
He has his knuckles to his lips.Is he smiling?“Where’d it sting you?”
“My foot—”
Akara’s cellphone cuts me off. It rings from the bedroom. “I have to take that. Banks, text Farrow about the scorpion sting.” He rushes out like a lifeline called and shuts the door behind him.
His quickness shouldn’t hurt so badly, but I end up walking backwards in a daze until my ass hits the sink.
Banks stays a few feet away, pulling his phone from his jean’s pocket.
When our eyes meet, I ask seriously, “Does my nakedness bother you?”
“No.” His mouth curves up, a shadow of a smile returning. “I’m not exactly a Virgin Mary—”
“Virgin jokes,” I let out a weak laugh.
