He audibly grinds his teeth, and I feel like bursting into song. Every time I thought of his trimmed pubes over the weekend, I doubled over laughing. I’m going to milk this for as long as I can.
“Where did you go?” he asks again.
“I’ll trade ya. An answer for an answer.” I stuff a few fries in my mouth, making a big deal out of licking the salt off my lips and my fingers.
Caz chuckles, and Galen scowls, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. Theo is mute as he dutifully follows at the rear.
Saint’s jaw tenses, and he opens his mouth to say something but stops himself in time. He opens the passenger side door, and Galen shoves past me, but Saint stretches his arm across, blocking him. “Princess is sitting with me today.”
Galen’s back turns rigid, and the glower he gives me as he turns around would annihilate weaker mortals. But I’m made of strong stuff, so I ignore him, not even gloating, because I’m pretending to be nice.
That seems to rile him up even more, and he yanks the door open to the back seat, almost pulling it off its hinges.
“Calm the fuck down,” Saint warns, drilling him with a look before he gestures for me to climb up. He shamelessly ogles my ass as I get in, and I’m grateful my tee hangs below my jacket. He swats my butt, grinning before closing the door.
What is it with douchey guys thinking they can slap my ass today?
The three guys are squished in the back, and Galen sends daggers at me through the mirror as I bite into my burger. I chew my food, and he glares at me the whole time. When I’ve swallowed, I swivel in my seat, the leather squelching with the motion. “What the fuck is your problem with me?”
He sits up straighter, leaning forward so he can pin me with the full extent of his hatred. “Your very existence annoys the fuck out of me. That good enough for you, angel?”
Saint rolls his eyes as he starts the car and glides out onto the road.
“You just need to skullfuck the shit out of someone,” Caz says, and every pair of eyes lands on him.
Saint smirks, Galen snarls, and Theo is passive. As usual.
Caz beams like he just won a fucking award.
“You are so freaking weird,” I admit, taking another bite of my burger.
Saint watches me eat with a wolfish grin on his face.
“It’s his word of the day,” Theo says, and I arch a brow.
Caz elbows Galen in the gut as he leans toward me, his warm brown eyes lit with excitement. “You know what the Urban Dictionary is, princess?”
Now, it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Well, duh,” I mumble over a mouthful of burger.
“Caz is addicted to it,” Theo continues explaining.
“And he drives us fucking insane,” Saint cuts in. “He picked skullfuck from the list of trending words this morning, and he’s been trying to fit it into the conversation all day.”
I finish my burger, crumple up the empty paper bag, and throw it on the floor of Saint’s pristine new ride. The wolfish grin vanishes from his face, and I silently fist pump the air as I turn to face Caz. “I think that’s pretty cool. And I’m game to play.”
The goofy smile on his face matches the smug glint in his eyes as he flips Saint off. “The princess loves my geekiness. I’ve just died and gone to heaven.”
I snicker as I extract my cell and power it on. I can practically feel the hostility radiating from Saint. I’ve noticed he doesn’t like it when I give the others attention, and I’ve added that to my arsenal of dirty tricks.
Ignoring the multitude of fake worried texts from Mom, I log on to Google and type in the name of the site. I can hardly contain my laughter as I read the definition. “Skullfuck. The action of inserting one’s erect penis into the eye socket of another person and proceeding to thrust your hips back and forth, thereby fucking their skull.” I knew what the word meant, but I still make a face. “Ew. Gross. What kind of sick fuck would do that?”
“Rumor has it the SoCal Sainthood chapter did that a couple years back to a bunch of their rivals,” Theo says in a deadpan voice like he’s reading an encyclopedia.
“After they’d gouged out their eyes and before they pumped them full of bullets,” Saint clarifies.
“They sent a video of it to the dead dudes’ girlfriends and wives,” Caz says, waggling his brows like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.
“Never invite me to any parties in the SoCal chapter,” I deadpan, shivering at the thought.
