by Dani René
My pussy is drenched, needy, wanting to be filled. I don’t care if it’s his fingers, tongue, or his cock, but I want it. The thing about it is, I can’t beg. I’m not that kind of girl, and if he thinks I will, he’s sorely mistaken.
“I’m not the begging kind,” I whisper right back, noticing the shudder that vibrates through him. “If that’s what you want from me, I would tell you not to hold your breath because I don’t fall on my back for anyone.”
I can feel his lips smile against my skin. The heat of him burning me up from the inside out. “Oh, but you will, speedy,” he tells me confidently. This is a man who doesn’t have women saying no to him. They fall over themselves to get a night with Kayden Mercer, but he has to learn not everyone will fall for his seduction, even though it’s fucking difficult not to.
“I’m not like most women, slick,” I tell him. “I’m nothing like those girls you’re used to. I’m different, and if you think you’ll ever get between my legs, you’re sorely mistaken.”
My words cause him to chuckle, and I know he doesn’t believe me. I don’t even believe me. The lie is clear on my tongue, and it tastes as bitter as I thought it would. If I had said this a few days ago, it would’ve been the truth because I truly hated him for his actions.
But now … now I’m just another groupie wanting a taste of the bad-boy racer who thinks he owns everything he touches, including me.
“I don’t expect you to give in easily,” he whispers before pushing away from me, leaving me ice cold. Every time, he leaves me shivering, wanting his warmth on me once more, and that’s what scares me the most. I ache for his nearness, and I know it’s going to be my downfall.
“I won’t.” The promise is clear, and it makes him smile. And I’m fucked because that grin is heart-stopping.
His narrowed gaze is on me, locking on mine, holding me hostage, and in turn, my breath catches in my lungs when he puts his hand on my hip.
“I know if I were to even brush a finger along your panties right now, you’d be wet,” he tells me easily, nonchalantly as if he’s talking about the weather. But my cheeks heat with a blush. “And don’t doubt, when you’re ready, when you beg for me to touch that pretty pussy, I will. And when I do, you’ll fucking scream for me. Don’t doubt it, speedy.” He turns to leave, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding. But Kayden stops, glances over his shoulder, and pins me with a glare. “Now be a good girl and go home.”
8
Kayden
When my eyes open, I roll over and pull the sheets over me, gripping the pillow tighter. I came home in the early hours of the morning, and even though I told Haelee to go home, I didn’t take my own advice.
Groaning as I hit the button to shift the dark tint on the windows into visible glass, I push off the mattress and head into the bathroom, which is already lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. The brightness wakes me, and then I’m under the spray with images of last night racing through my mind. I spent it swallowing back too many shots of tequila and disappointing my friends when I didn’t want any of the girls who slid their asses onto my lap. All I could think of was the beautiful, innocent girl who has stolen every thought in my mind.
In the shower, I close my eyes and picture her against the wall. I resisted doing this last night when I got home. The more I recalled those moments with her, the more I felt my blood simmer and my need boil.
Gripping my dick, I stroke it slowly, picturing those plump lips wrapped around the base as she takes me deep. I know I’ll see it in reality one day because I’m going to make her see she’s mine.
The more I replay the events of the club, the more she takes over. And it feels as if she’s really here. As if she’s actually sucking me into her hot mouth. The heat of her envelops me, and I can’t stop the pleasure from shooting through every inch of my body.
Heat sizzles, and my spine tingles as my release nears. I’m on the precipice, holding onto the picture of her on her knees. The innocent eyes looking up at me as they glisten with unshed tears because she’s taking me into her throat. The fact that she’s got her legs spread as she kneels for me. Her hand taunting her pretty pussy. All those images skitter in my mind on a loop, and soon, I’m coming.
My orgasm drips into the drain and washes away. My shoulders ease, and my muscles that were tight and knotted slowly unravel. Just like I’m going to unravel her.
I’m going to be late. I know I will. Instead of spending longer in the shower, I quickly wash off before heading into the bedroom to get dressed. Today I’m going to claim her. One way or another.
When I get into the garage, there are already a few drivers kitted out and ready to take on a practice run. I don’t see Haelee, so I make my way out into the pits to watch the race from the sidelines.
The engines roar, the warning of impending competition hanging in the air. I find Colton standing at the railing, which protects the team while they’re watching the track.
“Hey, man,” I greet when he looks at me. “What’s happening?”
“They’re doing a few laps. We’re testing the new engines.” He’s smiling, looking at ease today. With the new season coming up, I know there’s a lot of pressure on the team to do well.
“Am I training today?” I ask, knowing he’ll probably guess why I’m even querying about it.
“She’s coming in at twelve,” he tells me, answering my question with the answer I actually want. “I think you and her need to fight it out, perhaps with a race?”
“No. I’ll sort it out today.” Even though I don’t tell him how I plan to sort it out, there’s a glint in his eye and a small smile on his face.
“You know, when I first met Rylee, she fucked with my head. I wanted her more than I had any other woman. I didn’t give up,” he confesses. “I fought tooth and nail for that woman.”
I’m not sure why he’s even comparing him and his wife to Haelee and me, but there can’t be any comparison. I’m not in love with the young woman. I wouldn’t mind her bouncing on my dick, but that’s all it can ever be.
“When someone bothers you as much as I can tell Haelee does, there’s something there.” His words settle in my gut. They replay in my mind, and I question my thoughts for a moment.
Is there something between her and me? Something tangible?
“I’ll think about it,” is all I say before heading back into the building to grab a coffee. I need time to think before she arrives. I wanted to taunt her today, get her in my bed tonight, and tomorrow, I’d be fine. But something Colton said niggles at me. Haelee does bother me. But not in the way most other women do. She does something to me. There’s a possessiveness I feel for her, and it’s new to me.
Now all I have to do is figure out what the fuck to do with that emotion.
I’m finishing up my third coffee, dressed and ready to ride, when she walks in dressed in a pair of long slacks that hug her ass like my hands should be doing. Her top is tighter than I expect, but she’s wearing an open hoodie over it, which hides most of her curves.
When she shrugs off the sweater, I notice the long sleeves hide her smooth skin. She disappears for a while, before returning all suited, ready to race. I’m used to seeing women scantily clad, but with Haelee in the racing suit, I can’t stop my dick from responding.
“Hi,” she greets me, but it’s not a friendly tone. She’s pissed. I’m sure she’ll be angry for a long time because of what happened at the club. But I don’t give a shit. Last night was not a night to be out. And if I had to be honest, I don’t want her out at all, ever. Not when other men can see her.
“Feeling okay this morning?” I taunt, allowing a grin to spread on my face.
“If you ever do that to me again, I’ll kick you in the balls,” she bites out, pointing her finger at me with rage burning in her pretty, dark eyes. She’s like a little storm rolling in, and she’s about to obliterate my life.
“If you go to underground clubs like that again where men can grope you, I’ll
fucking do it over and over again.”
“I’m not yours,” she tells me again. Last night when she said that, I was blind with rage. And that, mingled with what Colton told me earlier, has made me realize this is not just a fuck.
“Get in the fucking car. Let’s ride,” I bite out, allowing my anger to show through. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me with shock. She shakes her head, grabbing the helmet and sliding it over her head before I watch her slip into the driver’s seat.
Before I shut the door on the car, I catch Colton’s eye. The grin on his face tells me he knows exactly how this is about to go down. Rolling my eyes, I close us inside the small space and settle in for the ride of my fucking life.
When the engine purrs to life, I take in her slim thighs and her smooth, tanned skin. Fuck, how my fingers tingle just to get a touch. Last night when I thought about proving myself right in the club and feeling those panties of hers, I was hard as stone. I wanted to know how warm she was, how wet her pussy got when I was near her.
But I realized a second later that I will get my time with her.
“Did you enjoy your evening?” she asks, the cold tone of her voice makes me smile.
“Why? Jealous?” I ask. I know I’m baiting her, but I need to know where she stands.
The way her fingers grip the steering wheel at my question confirms it. She doesn’t respond though, just puts her foot down on the clutch, gearing down to take the first turn.
“I didn’t stay that long. A few tequilas later, and I was in bed.”
“Alone?”
“And I ask again … Jealous?”
She quickly glances at me, but then moves her attention back to the track. The tension in the car is skyrocketing with every second that passes, and I can’t help but grin at her frustration that’s slowly fueling her driving.
She’s getting better; her gear shifts are smoother, and she’s taking the corners at the best speed for the car. Over the past couple of sessions, she’s been learning how to handle the vehicle even though I haven’t done too much to show her.
“You know, you’re not my father,” she tells me suddenly as she takes a bend took quickly, and the wobble in her driving is evident. I briefly wonder about her family, her parents, how she grew up.
Was it any different from my life? But I quickly shake off the thought.
“I didn’t claim to be,” I tell her, keeping my gaze focused on the track as we speed through the start line, and it disappears quickly beneath us.
“Then don’t act like it.” Her biting tone is scathing, but I grew up with a mother who hates me and talks to me like I’m nothing but a nuisance, so Haelee can try to hurt me all she wants with words. It won’t work.
“Me wanting to protect you doesn’t mean I’m trying to act like your dad. Nobody can replace a parent,” I inform her, keeping my tone cool.
I thought this session would go one way, but it’s most certainly taking a bend in a direction I wasn’t expecting. Suddenly, I glance over and notice the soft, glistening emotion that spills from her lashes, and even though I can’t see it trickle down her cheek, I know it’s there.
Fuck.
9
Haelee
Frustration ebbs through me, flowing into my legs as I maneuver the car around the track. I can feel his tension beside me, and it’s making me angry. The more I focus on Kayden, the faster we go. My foot pumps the clutch, my hand shoves the vehicle into fifth, and soon the clock is nearing max speed.
I know what I’m doing. I’ve known how to drive since I was old enough to understand the dynamics. Dad always ensured I was there, ready to take on the world. And the more I fell in love with racing, the closer he and I became.
“Slow down.” Two words filter into my mind across the console from Kayden. But I ignore him. I hate him. He’s an arrogant asshole who needs to realize that this is the twenty-first century. “I said slow down,” he murmurs again, but the deep tone of his voice ensures I cast a quick glance at his serious expression.
“I know what I’m doing, coach,” I bite out, breaking into the curve, then accelerating out of it. The fury burning the right side of my face comes from teal eyes. There’s no other way to describe them. They’re endless, like a lake amongst the mountains. If he weren’t so annoying, I might even find him attractive.
“Haelee, I said fucking slow down.” This time, his voice booms through the tight space of the car, and I take another S-turn before gearing down to fourth, then third, and then I pull up the handbrake, sending us skidding in circles, but I control the vehicle like a professional, doing a donut in the middle of the track before coming to a complete stop.
I push open my car door as anger tackles every nerve in my body. My feet are already moving when Kayden reaches for my arm and grips me, spinning me to face him. Those eyes I deemed beautiful are pure fury.
He pulls off his helmet, chucking it on the seat, and I’m assaulted by the full force of just how handsome he is. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” The shock in my voice is clear. My helmet is next to go as I swing it onto the car seat beside his. He’s being the asshole, and he’s asking what my problem is. That’s rich. What a condescending jerk.
“Yeah, you’re acting like a petulant teenager, and I know you’re no longer in your fucking teens,” he bites out, eyes glowing as he takes me in, and for a second, I’m sure I see a hint of desire. But I brush it off and ignore the warning bells ringing in my head.
“You’re a condescending asshole, and I don’t like being spoken to like I’m a child because I’m not. Let’s get one thing straight. I’ve been driving since I was barely thirteen. I know what I’m doing.”
“Like fuck you do,” he grits through clenched teeth, and I can’t deny myself the pleasure of seeing his jaw tick with frustration.
“Oh? And you’re so fucking good? I beat you,” I remind him, pointing my finger at him, hitting him in the chest. It’s hard as solid concrete. Pushing back the thoughts that invade my mind at that tidbit of information, I lock my glare on him.
“That was a fluke. Don’t think for one second I won’t wipe the track with you, little girl,” he sneers.
“Oh, yeah? Put your money where your mouth is.”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little girl,” he taunts me again, using the name to fuel my anger, and my hand is rearing for a slap, but before I can make contact, his grip on my wrist is solid steel.
Fireworks spark through me, and a tremble takes hold. No. I can’t want this with him. He’s bad news. My father warned me about racers. They have girls in every town they visit.
“Let go of me, Kayden,” I sneer, lowering my voice, but he doesn’t relent. Instead, he steps closer to me. So close, in fact, I can smell the woodsy scent of his cologne. There’s a minty fragrance as well, and for a moment, I’m struck dumb.
“Why? Doesn’t it turn you on when we’re this close, speedy? Do you not like my hands all over you?” he challenges, but his words only incite more frustration. I’m not angry anymore. I’m annoyed that he doesn’t see me. And I realize in that moment I want him to see me. The real me.
The woman.
Not the girl.
When I was in high school, I wasn’t one of those giggly cheerleaders who would swoon over the popular boys. But Kayden, he’s not a boy, he’s all man. And that’s the last thought that enters my head before he leans in, allowing his lips to feather over mine.
“You know what, Kayden, fuck you,” I tell him before tugging my arm free. “I’m a racer. I’m a woman who knows how to drive around that track the same as any guys on this team. Yeah, I’m young, but you know what? I have youth on my side. What do you have? I don’t know, perhaps just the cash that your—”
Suddenly, my mouth is fused with his. His lips scorch me, turning my blood hot, and my toes curl in my shoes. Kayden pulls me in deeper, closer, and my whole body is molded to his. My softness against his
hardness.
I should push him away.
I should stop this kiss right now.
But the moment I whimper and his tongue snakes into my mouth, dancing along mine, I lose all fight and just enjoy the moment for what it is. My first real kiss. His hands taunt their way over my hips, down to my ass, and he grips both globes of flesh to hold me against him.
A low rumble vibrates in his chest. I’m lost to the pleasure, lost to the taste of him. The dark flavor of black coffee assaults my senses. I don’t know how long we’re fused for, but when he finally breaks the kiss and steps back, I’m breathless.
“What was that?” I breathe the words, looking into his eyes that seem endless right now. The anger and frustration from moments ago gone. All that’s left is … confusion?
“I don’t know.” His admission is bitten out as if he’s as unsure as I am. “This isn’t happening,” he tells me then. “I don’t mix work with pleasure.”
“That must be a first,” I bite out as embarrassment burns my cheeks. I’ve been ignored before. I’ve also been looked at as different from everyone because I wasn’t the perfectly poised cheerleader, the prom queen, or any of those popular girls who seemed to swan around high school as if it were a pageant.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Kayden reaches for my hand, but I step back. I don’t want my heart broken. I don’t want to do this. Because as much as I enjoyed the kiss and I allowed myself to want it, I know I can’t. I’m not the type of girl for Kayden. He’s bad news for both my heart and my mind.
“I’m going to walk back,” I tell him, tossing him the keys and turning to leave. His eyes burn a hole through me, and I remind myself not to look back.
Don’t you dare.
He’s not good for you.
