MY REVIEW -
This is the third book in the Wick Bay series in which I have read them all, we finally get to know more about Kyle Stone and Laurie Davison over the summer holidays. Kyle is the joker of the family and is always there to lend a helping hand but what will happen when the jokes stop and the fun-loving boy keeps secrets from everyone he loves. Will the girl of his dreams stay by his side or will he drive her away? I love this series and enjoyed this book probably not as much as the first two but as I was so looking forward to reading about Kyle so much I think I had my expectations a little higher than I should have had them. I was not disappointed at all but it just didn't have the feel of the last two to me. I received an ARC copy of this book and this is my honest and voluntary review after reading it.
What is next for the Stone-Prince family? I look forward to reading the next chapter in their lives.
*note Wicked Lies can be read as a standalone but would be better enjoyed when read in order.
“I…” The words lodged in my throat. I wanted to go to college with Kyle. To be at his side. To be his everything. And there had been a time when I felt that I was. But he was hiding something. I’d suspected as much for a while now.
Water sprayed around us and Lo and I shrieked as the guys, wet from the waves, howled with laughter.
“Jesus, Kyle, you got us all wet.”
“That’s kind of the point, babe,” he said around a breathtaking smile and heat pooled low in my stomach. God, how I missed that, feeling close to him. “Come for a swim?”
“Lo?” I turned to my friend, but she was preoccupied with Maverick. “We’ll be in the water.”
Kyle pulled me up and wrapped me into his arms, peppering my salty skin with warm wet kisses. “You know I love you, right?” His declaration seeped into my bones, washing away some of the lingering doubts.
“I know. Now last one in buys ice cream.” Ripping out of his hold, I took off in a spray of sand and air. It didn’t take him long to catch up. His arms went around my waist and we stumbled into the ocean in a tangle of limbs.
“Kyle!” I scolded, running two hands over my hair to drain off the excess water but when my eyes landed on his, my legs clenched together. “What?”
Eyes fixed right on me, Kyle stalked toward me through the water. When he reached me, he dipped down, snagging my hand and pulling me with him. My legs went around his waist as his arms steadied me and he moved us deeper until the water reached my shoulders.
“Kyle, you’re freaking me out right now.” I quickly scanned the area around us. People were minding their own business. Groups of kids enjoying their summer break. The odd family chasing their toddlers in and out of the gentle waves.
“I just need a minute.” He rolled his hips into me and I understood his words the second something hard connected with my stomach.
“Seriously.” I slapped his chest. “Here? In the middle of a crowded beach.”
“It’s not like I can help it. Have you seen you?”
Rolling my eyes, I fought to hide the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re a pig.”
“But I’m your pig.” He gave me no warning, slamming his mouth to mine. I gasped at first, overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss, but as soon as his tongue traced the seam of my lips, my body relaxed. The familiarity of his touch soothed some part of me. Kyle’s fingers pressed into the flesh around my hips, searching, seeking, as our tongues swirled together.
“What?” He broke off the kiss, touching his head to mine. “What do you need?”
Our eyes locked, and I saw the secrets glittering in his eyes, a reminder of his betrayal. I didn’t doubt he loved me, I didn’t doubt his loyalty to me, but Kyle was keeping something from me. So why didn’t I push it? Why didn’t I demand answers? The truth?
“I love you,” I rushed out, sealing my declaration with a kiss to his lips. Hungry and desperate, he kissed me back, his tongue licking and stroking every inch of my mouth.
“Wahey, get some, Stone.” A chorus of cheers broke out around us and I buried my face in his shoulder.
“At least one of us is, Berrick,” Kyle yelled back to his friends. Maverick’s basketball friends, to be precise. But Kyle fit in just as easily. Even though he was a year their junior, even though he was a Stone, not a Prince, they still loved him.
Everyone loved him.
That was half the problem. When we went off to college and he joined the Trojan’s football team, and the USC masses joined the Kyle Stone fan club, where did that leave little old me? At least people knew me here. I’d grown up with them. I wasn’t only Kyle Stone’s girlfriend, but if I followed him to USC, it was a label I wouldn’t be able to shake.
“I’m going to go say hi to the guys,” Kyle’s voice ripped me from my thoughts. “Want to come?”
“No.” I forced a smile untangling myself from his body. “You go.” I started to swim back to shore, but his voice stopped me mid-stroke. “Laurie?”
“It’s you and me. You know that, right?”
Trey Berrick launched himself at Kyle and the two of them disappeared underneath the crystal blue water. With a resigned sigh, I walked the rest of the way back to the beach. Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get time to reply because what would I have said? That I didn’t know? That I knew there was something coming between us? That as long as he had football there would always be something coming between us?
I didn’t want to be that girl: insecure and jealous of her boyfriend’s future. But it was hard to love the very thing that would one day take the person you loved more than anything, away from you.