Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(50)

“What now?” I called out to Iris and Gi.

“We go home,” Iris said.

“You can come back to my house,” Gi said. “We can chill there. Have a drink and sleep there.”

“Let’s go to Ti’s,” Iris said. “I want to find out if Pres’s father is really nailing Claire. That’s good drama.”

They started to argue.

I stared at Kip’s glistening body.

I watched him take the bloody tape off his hands and wipe his hands and face with a towel that someone gave him. He put on his white, sleeveless shirt and it instantly clung to his body from the sweat.

He finally turned and looked right at me.

His blue eyes were clear as ever.

So sexy… and pretty…

… but still very deadly.

“You ready to go?” Gi called to me.

No… I’m not going anywhere without them…





I told Iris and Gi that I was having cramps and wanted to go home. Iris made some joke about the Rulz doing that to a girl’s uterus which was just weird, gross, but still kind of funny.

They got into Iris’s ride and left on their own.

I got into my SUV and checked to make sure I had gas. Which was a new habit thanks to what Pres, Barr, and Kip did to me.

I had plenty of gas.

And I knew my way home. Well, not home. But back to Claire’s.

It was all of two minutes before I had the sense of someone following me.

I mean, of course there were other vehicles on the road.

But here came the blinding high beam lights flying up on my back end.

Getting close enough to worry me but then they eased back.

It was them.

They were following me.

“Great,” I whispered.

I should have just followed Iris and Gi.

They followed me all the way to Claire’s house.

Instead of going up the driveway though, I stopped at the end of the driveway and put my window down.

The large SUV pulled up next to me.

The windows were completely blacked out.

So I had to wait for the passenger window to go down to make sure it was the Rulz.

Which it was.

Kip sat there holding the same towel, touching his face with it.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“I’m perfect, girl,” he said. “Damn shame the fight ended so soon.”

“So soon?” I asked. “You were ready to kill each other.”

“That’s the point,” Kip said.

“You worried about him, love?” Barr asked, leaning from the driver’s side. “That’s sweet.”

“Shut up,” I said. My cheeks burned red hot. “Just… shut up…”

I started to compare them.

Barr and his aggressiveness. So strong and commanding. And then Kip… he was a little bit gentler but he took his time. He showed patience in the way he kissed.

Ohgod…

I shut my eyes for a second to catch my breath.

“What do you want?” I asked.

The back passenger window went down.

There was Pres.

He winked at me. “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe, sugar.”

Before I could reply, their SUV started to move.

And I had all three of them staring at me.

Barr.

Kip.

Pres.

Two of which I had kissed. No. Not kissed. Kissed-kissed. Made out with. Feeling things that I never…

Kip tossed me his sweaty and bloody towel and Barr took off.

I looked forward and watched as Pres stuck his head out of the window to keep staring at me as the SUV sped off into the night.

My lips trembled as I thought about kissing Pres.

That made everything burn hotter.

I slowly lowered my gaze to the towel.

Sweat. Blood. Kip.

My hands were shaking… and I realized it wasn’t out of fear.

It was out of excitement.

I wanted more… of all of them.





sixteen





I didn’t see Claire again.

It was like I had the entire house to myself.

Yet everything was done for me.

There was always something freshly cooked.

The fridge was always stocked.

The pool cleaned and set to the perfect temperature.

As I ate another giant breakfast with a rainbow colored fruit bowl, I realized I could easily get used to this. I could be spoiled and like it. A lot.

Plus, whatever the Rulz wanted with me, it couldn’t have been that bad. Not with them looking at me the way they did. Or the fact that they followed me home to make sure I was safe. And if anyone messed with me I could probably just say something to one of them and they’d handle it. Kind of like what happened with Denny.

And, yes, I still felt horrible for that situation. Because it had been harmless. I owed Denny an apology even though I didn’t do anything…

I told myself to forget about Denny.

To just enjoy whatever this was.

I mean… the house was a mansion. There was a pool. Then the ocean. There were hot boys looking at me. Flirting. Kissing. Seeing Kip fight was crazy and sexy. BFH on its own sucked but it was doable. I had an SUV to drive that was worth more than any place I had ever lived in my life. I had a couple of friends I mostly trusted. And Mom was in rehab where she belonged.