Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“Keep running your mouth, and it’s gonna be a tire iron up your ass,” I snapped.
Edge waved me off, unbothered. “Relax, lover boy. I only came by to grab you cause Kane wants a word.”
“Of course he fucking does,” I muttered.
“Said it’s urgent.” Edge rocked back on his heels, still grinning. “You know, in case you need a reason to stop feeling her up like you forgot what self-control is. Just long enough to be useful.”
Emily let out a strangled sound behind me, half laughter, half mortification, and buried her face in my back.
I glared at Edge as though I was mentally fitting him for a shallow grave.
“You’re walking a real thin fucking line,” I warned in a low, lethal voice.
He snorted and wandered off, still laughing to himself.
I turned back to Emily, who hid behind me, cheeks flaming red. Her hands were fisted at her sides, breathing uneven, like she was trying to decide whether to run.
“I’ll let Kane know I’m following you home first,” I said. It wasn’t a question.
Her head snapped up. “What?”
“You heard me.” I put my shirt back on, reached for her hand, and started leading her toward the front of the garage. “You’re not walking or driving alone tonight, not after earlier.”
“But Jude—”
“No arguments.”
She huffed, muttering something that might’ve been “bossy jerk,” but she’d clearly figured out I wasn’t budging because she let me lead her to the parking lot anyway.
Her car was already there, tucked neatly in one of the back rows. I waited while she got in, then climbed on my bike and trailed her the whole way. Her house wasn’t far, only a few minutes from the Redline Kings compound. But it was just long enough for the wind to cool the fire still simmering under my skin. And for me to remember that I didn’t want to scare Emily by pushing too fast, even if my whole body still hummed from the feel of her under my hands.
She parked her car in the narrow gravel strip beside the house she mentioned she shared with her brother, and I pulled my bike up next to her. The porch light was on, the small front yard quiet. A single potted plant hung by the door, swaying gently in the breeze.
Emily climbed out of her car, brushing her hands on her hips like she didn’t know what to do with them. Her coveralls were still rumpled, her cheeks pink, and her lips swollen from my kiss.
I stepped off my bike and closed the distance between us in three strides—backing her up against the side of her car and cupping her face in my hands.
“You okay?” I asked, voice softer now.
She nodded and looked up at me from under her thick lashes. “I…yeah. Good night.”
I raised a brow and growled, “Not done yet, angel.”
She blinked. “What?”
Instead of answering, I crushed my mouth over hers.
She kissed me back with a low, breathless moan, melting into me as though she’d been waiting all day for this. The sound made my knees lock and my cock throb in my jeans. I kissed her until she was breathless, her eyes half lidded, lips kissed raw.
My mouth was rough and bruising. Possessive. My hands splayed along her hips, fingers flexing, anchoring her to me because I felt like I’d lose my fucking mind if I had to let her go. Her arms came around my shoulders, pulling me closer, until I could feel her every breath, every tremble, every pulse of heat that radiated from her. She was like a fucking drug.
I kissed her until she couldn’t stand up straight. Until her lips were swollen, her knees were weak, and she was clinging to me as though she didn’t ever want me to stop.
When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her lips wet, and her chest heaving.
I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “Lock the door behind you.”
She nodded, dazed. “Okay.”
I didn’t trust myself to say anything else. Just turned and walked away, every step heavier than it should’ve been. When I reached my bike, I waited for her to go inside before swinging a leg over the seat. Then I peeled off into the dark—her taste still on my lips, her scent still in my lungs, and my cock still as hard as steel in my jeans.
This girl was gonna ruin me.
Yeah.
I was in so much fucking trouble.
8
RACER
Istood on the upper platform of the crew box with Kane, Edge, and Emily, my arms braced against the metal railing as we watched one of Kane’s boys tear through the course in the final race before mine. Miller was a Redline King, a hell of a driver, and one of Kane’s oldest friends. I’d met him years back when I started racing pro. He had a quick wit and was smoother behind the wheel than most people were on their best day walking. We’d become good friends.