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)
“Jude, yes! Oh yes! Please, I’m so close.”
He slid his hand between us to pinch my clit, and waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. My pussy clamped hard around his dick, and he anchored himself deep as he went over the edge with me. “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s right. Milk the come from my cock just like that.”
He stayed inside me until we both caught our breaths. Then he pulled out and shifted on the mattress to pull me into his arms. Between the adrenaline rush from the crash at the race and two intense orgasms, my lids drifted shut only a few minutes later, and I fell sound asleep in the safety of his arms.
10
RACER
Another race. Another win. Another chance to draw out the motherfucker responsible for the destruction happening around us.
Over the past two weeks, if I wasn’t racing, I was working the circuit with Kane. Getting to know the owners of the other teams, we felt out which ones we thought would be allies when the time came to sabotage Franklin’s operation. And I spent a fair amount of time trying to fuck my baby into Emily so she was permanently tied to me. There hadn’t been a single condom between us since that first night I got inside her sweet pussy.
Tonight had been more telling than usual. During the race, two of the drivers were clearing the track by running other cars off the road or clipping them at just the right angle to cause them to spin out. They were acting like blockers protecting their quarterback—one of Dion Cavern’s racers. We already knew he was so fucking crooked I didn’t know how he walked straight. But Kane’s money guy, Tyre, had been monitoring his bets, and we’d seen him getting chummy with Franklin.
Then the two offensive players had fallen behind Cavern’s guy just seconds before the finish line. They’d done a good job making it look natural, as though the quarterback had simply outmaneuvered them and got a burst of speed. I’d bided my time, letting them think they were keeping me in line with their bullshit. Then when they were trying to set up the win, I did my thing—crossing the finish line with a flourish. And damn, it was pretty.
All three drivers had glared at me with murder in their eyes. But when Cavern stepped out of the pit and started screaming at them, they cowered and looked around with fear.
The crowd was dispersing, voices echoing off the concrete walls in the parking lot as I wiped my hands on a rag and walked toward the back of the parking lot, where one of the crew had parked the Chevelle after my heat.
Edge had taken Emily back to her place to grab more of her stuff. I’d pretty much moved her in with me, though I wasn’t sure if she’d realized it yet. She’d looked back at me when she slid into Edge’s ’66 Shelby Cobra, as if she didn’t want to leave, and something about that fucking look settled too deep in my chest. I wasn’t used to soft glances or needing someone close just to breathe easier. But without her, I felt like I was always seconds away from unraveling.
I climbed behind the wheel of the Chevelle and was just about to turn the key when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Two big fuckers peeled away from the shadows at the end of the lot, heads low and shoulders squared.
Shit. I was in no mood to put up with these jackasses.
These were the same pricks who’d cornered Emily in the pit. Dez Franklin’s muscle—enforcers who’d been around since their boss was just a low-end bookie snapping kneecaps over two-hundred-dollar bets. Now that he ran a whole fucking crew, Dez seemed to think that made him untouchable.
I slid out of the car and leaned against the door casually, as though I didn’t feel the shift in the air. Like I wasn’t already prepped to whip out my gun from the holster or the spring-loaded blade I kept tucked in my waistband.
“You boys lost?” I asked, keeping my tone even. Not friendly, not hostile, just calm enough to be unsettling.
The taller one smirked like a cocky asshole who truly believed he could intimidate me.
Fucking morons.
“Just thought we’d offer a little friendly advice,” he sneered.
“Friendly?” I raised a brow. “Sure you fuckers know what that word means?”
The shorter, stocky one spit on the pavement and stepped closer. “Throw the next race.”
I chuckled. Couldn’t help it. The fucking balls on these guys. “That your advice?”
“Yeah,” the tall one said, stepping beside him now. “You’ve been drawing too much attention. Winning too much. You keep that up, and the wrong people are gonna get real twitchy. We’ve got the winners picked, and you ain’t one of ’em.”