Lost Boys (Slateview High 1)

Back in my old life, I had never done what I wanted just because I’d wanted to. My life had been tightly regulated and controlled, every decision made for me before I could even consider what I might want.

It was only since moving to the rental house, since meeting these three wild, dangerous, alluring boys, that I had started to listen to my instincts, to push aside the constraints of my upbringing and obey the urgings of my body.

Misael’s hand slid up my leg as his lips moved against mine, devouring me, feeding me. He kissed the same way he did everything else, with an openness and unrestrained abandon that made it impossible not to give in.

When his hands met the frayed edges of my cutoffs and then slipped underneath them, traveling higher up my leg, I let out a gasp, rubbing his hardness through the material of his pants. A single fingertip found my core, drawing a line down my slit, slipping and sliding in the wetness already gathered there.

“Oh, shit!”

The curse fell from my mouth without thought, and I worked my hand harder against his cock as he found my clit. He kissed me over and over, making me breathless and dizzy, before breaking apart and resting his forehead against mine, letting our breath mingle in the fraction of space between our lips.

“Are you doing what you want now?” he asked, his voice warm and teasing.

“Yes.” It was just a gasp. “Are you?”

“There’s nothing else in the damn world I’d want to be doing.”

He might’ve had more to say, but I never found out. I never gave him the chance. I tilted my head to capture his lips again, needing to get another dose of his taste, his softness, his sweet, sensual energy.

God, I need more.

I was just debating whether to say “screw it” and crawl into his lap despite the steering wheel and the console and the too-low ceiling—

When a noise from outside the car caught my ear.

Oh, shit.

Twenty

We heard the crunching of footsteps at the same time and pulled apart quickly. Maybe out of a bit of paranoia, I straightened myself up as much as I could, not wanting to look suspicious. What if it was a cop approaching? Were there laws against teenagers fooling around in empty parking lots?

Probably not, but I was sure we’d get busted for something anyway.

But instead of a cop or any of the even worse possibilities that were running wildly through my head, it was Bishop and Kace. They both slid into the back as though nothing was amiss, and Bishop tossed a handful of files into the front.

“Let’s beat it,” he said.

I blinked down at the files, but Misael just shot them a cursory glance before shoving them into the glove compartment. My brows furrowed as the glove compartment clicked shut. I hadn’t gotten to see any of the documents contained inside the files—and it was too dark to read them even if I had—but the files themselves had looked a lot like the ones my father liked to keep important documents in, or the kind that he put his business agreements into.

Movement in the back seat drew my eye, and I craned my neck to look back at Kace and Bishop as they both pulled off black ski masks that had obscured their features. Bish ran a hand through his shaggy hair, tousling the strands as they dropped the masks to the floor of the car.

It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

Whatever was in those files in the glove box must be important—because the boys had stolen them.

Shock and fear flooded my body in a rush, followed almost immediately by burning anger.

What the fuck?

Jesus. I’d known the guys were doing something shady. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that they’d drive to a neighborhood miles out of their way in the dead of night for reasons that were totally above board. But… a robbery? That was a serious crime. One they could easily go to jail for if they were caught. And they’d brought me along with them like I was a damn accomplice or something.

Fury made my hands clench into fists, and I wanted to scream at the boys, to lean over and punch Misael before launching myself into the back seat with claws outstretched. I had agreed to a bargain I was still sure had been a bad idea, and I was slowly coming to terms with what it meant.

But maybe I hadn’t even scratched the surface.

Was this what they’d been doing every time they had a “project” come up? Every time one or more of them disappeared for a while? And if they’d brought me with them tonight, how long would it be before they started dragging me deeper into all this bullshit?

As Misael pulled out of the gas station parking lot, I turned around, my jaw clenched tight. Kace was stuffing something into a small bag—a set of lock picks, maybe—and he and Bishop both looked up.