Wreck My World

by Victoria Ashley

  I swallow, my stomach sinking from the reminder. “Sick. Empty. Anxious.”

  He moves in closer until his lips brush mine. “I gathered my clothing and put them in a pile this morning. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me gone again. Wanted to make it easy to get dressed in a hurry if needed. But I wasn’t leaving without you kicking me out this time.”

  I wrap my arms around Easton’s neck and pull him down for a kiss, my lips crashing hard against his, wanting to show him how much I do want him here. Despite everything, I want him here more than I can stand. That’s what makes everything so much more complicated.

  He growls against my lips and picks me up, turning us around to set me on top of the island. “Please tell me you’re coming to the race tonight.” He tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, before releasing it, his eyes meeting mine. “Don’t stay away because of me. I can’t handle that shit, Kota. It fucked with me last time.”

  “I’ll be there tonight,” I say, feeling guilty. “We just need to be careful. You’re there for my brother. He needs to know that. Promise me we’ll keep it that way.”

  “I can make that work. I just want you there. That’s all that matters.”

  “Good. Then I’ll be there.”

  He smiles against my lips and sets me down to my feet. “Now let’s eat before you kick my ass out.” He walks over to the stove and grabs two plates from the counter, setting them down on the island. “I threw together what I could find.”

  I smile down at the plate of French toast and French fries he scoots in front of me. “French fries?”

  A crooked smile takes over his features. “Not my fault you didn’t have any other forms of potatoes. Besides… French toast… French fries…”

  I laugh and pop a fry into my mouth. “You never cease to amaze me. I still remember that one time I caught you dipping your Oreos in orange juice when you were ten.”

  “I might still do that on occasion, so don’t be surprised if you catch me doing it again.”

  “Really?”

  “Nah.” He flashes me a smile and dips his fry into his syrup. “But I do like my fries in syrup.”

  I shrug and dip a fry into mine, before taking a bite. “Not bad, Crews. Not bad. It’s definitely better than the mud you ate last week at Stiles’.”

  “I’d have to disagree there.” He turns away from his plate to look at me. “The mud was on your finger.” He backs me against the island with his body and grabs my hand, sucking the syrup from my pointer finger with a growl. “Now that’s definitely better.”

  I lean my head back and get lost in his mouth when he runs it along my neck, causing goose bumps along the way. With his mouth still on me, he lifts me by the hips and sets me back on top of the island.

  “What are you doing?” My eyes close when he brushes his lip ring over my skin in response. “Easton… we’re going to be late for work.”

  Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he pulls it up my waist, exposing my panties. With a small growl his hands grip my exposed butt cheeks and he lowers his mouth to hover above mine. “You do things to me, Kota. I can’t even eat without wanting to touch you. You come out here in just a T-shirt and thong and I’m a fucking mess for you.”

  “Yeah?” I question against his lips, my entire body heated and ready for him. “How do you think I feel coming out here to find you shirtless in a pair of lowriding jeans? I’m just as much of a mess as you are.”

  “Interesting.” He lifts a brow and smirks. “You like what you see?” He runs his hand down my arm, before grabbing my hand and placing it on his abdomen, slowly moving it over his tight muscles. “Do you like what you feel too?”

  I nod, moving my lips closer to his, but he pulls back just enough to tease me, making me more desperate to kiss him. “Yes,” I breathe out. “Who wouldn’t? You’re drop-dead gorgeous and you know it.”

  “I don’t know shit about that, baby. All I know is that I can’t fucking breathe whenever you look at me.” He brushes his lips over mine, his lip ring causing more goose bumps to form. “And I sure as shit can’t breathe whenever I look at you. Never have been able to.”

  He moves between my legs and I moan out, gripping his hair from the sensitivity. “Don’t do that again,” I say out of breath.

  “Why?” he whispers.

  “Because I’m going to lose all of my self-control if you do, and we have to be at the shop soon.”

  He smiles against my lips, before grinding his hips and yanking me farther into him. He may still be in his jeans, but his thick erection rubs me in all the right places when he does. “I’ve already lost mine.”

  His grip on my ass tightens and I moan into his mouth, so turned on that I swear I could come right here on the spot if he moves even a slight inch. “Don’t move, Easton.”

  Disobeying me, he bites my bottom lip at the same time he pushes his hips into me, causing my muscles to tighten as an orgasm rocks through me. “Shit, Kota. Did you just…”

  I nod.

  “Fuck being late. The shop can wait.” With his eyes on mine, he yanks my thong down my thighs, before removing his jeans and pulling me to him as he enters me slow and deep.

  My moan fills the room as I arch my back and go to grip the counter, accidently placing my hand into a sticky mess, before pushing one of the plates off the island.

  The glass disc crashes against the floor and breaks, but that’s the last thing on my mind when Easton grabs my hand and licks the stickiness off, pushing in deep at the same time. It’s so damn sexy the way he works his tongue as he buries himself inside me, his eyes locked on mine as he does.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he whispers against my fingers, before dropping my hand and moving his around, one gripping the back of my neck and the other gripping my lower back. Once he’s got a good handle on me, he begins moving between my thighs again.

  I’m completely turned on, my wetness coating his dick and my thighs each time he pushes in and out of me.

  With his lips on mine, he moves faster, pulling me to him each time he enters me, hitting deep. Without realizing it, my nails dig into his flesh, needing something to hold onto. Anything.

  With a deep moan, he lowers his gaze between us, and I do the same, watching him take me, his dick stretching me each time he pushes back in. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Fuck, this is going to be quick.” He bites my bottom lip at the same time he thrusts into me, and just like that, I’m on the verge of another orgasm.

  “Keep going,” I breathe. “I need you to keep moving, Easton.”

  The moment his name leaves my mouth, he growls out and slams into me repeatedly, not letting up until I clench around him and scream out in pleasure. He only pauses long enough for me to catch my breath before he moves his hips again, releasing himself inside of me minutes later.

  “Fuck,” he breathes against my lips, before kissing me. “Did I hurt you?”

  I grab his face and shake my head. “Nothing I can’t handle.” I’m sore, but he doesn’t need to know that. “We need to get cleaned up before someone finds you here.”

  He grabs the back of my head and kisses me one last time, before slowly pulling out of me, his cum spilling between my legs with his exit. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says huskily, his head down as he fights to even his breathing. “My cum spilling from your beautiful pussy.” He looks back up and grabs my chin, causing our eyes to meet. “Am I the first? I need to know.”

  “Yes.” The fact he wants to be has chills running through me. “You’re my first without a condom.”

  He releases a breath against my lips. “You’re mine too.” He grabs my chin and pulls me in for a kiss. “Now let’s get you cleaned up for work.”

  I left the shop thirty minutes ago and rushed home to clean up before the race. I’m in the middle of getting dressed after my shower when I hear the front door open and close. “Shit,” I whisper, moving faster to pull my jeans up and button them. “Please
don’t be Easton. This wasn’t the plan.”

  My shirt is barely pulled down past my bra when I hurry down the hall to see who it is, relief hitting me when my gaze lands on Hope messing with her hair in the mirror above the console table. “Hey! You about ready? I’m driving this time.”

  I nod and pull my hair into a messy bun, doing by best to appear normal when inside I’m freaking out about tonight. “Just gotta put my boots on.”

  “Perfect. Your brother and Easton are already there. They saved us seats.”

  Okay, now I’m for sure freaking out about the race. My heart goes crazy, pounding relentlessly in my chest at the mention of Easton’s name. Keeping to ourselves at the shop earlier was just as much of a struggle as yesterday, maybe even more after our little kitchen adventure this morning. There were so many times I wanted to kiss him as if he were mine but held back. It wasn’t easy, and I’m afraid tonight will be just as hard.

  “Great. So we’re sitting with them?” I lift a brow in question.

  “Yup. And Stiles too. Ben’s ass can sit with Blake and Sylvia after the shit he pulled the other night. I had our seats switched. I’d rather have Easton over Ben any day.” She looks to the right and catches sight of my kitchen, her eyes widening when she looks at the floor. “What the hell kind of date did you have in there and why haven’t I heard about it?”

  I grab her face and turn it away from the mess that I haven’t had a chance to clean up. We were running so behind this morning that the only thing I had time to do was wash Easton from between my thighs and get dressed before rushing out. “There wasn’t a date.”

  “Two plates. One on the floor, broken. I’d call that more than a date.” She follows me to my bedroom when I walk away to grab my boots. “Who was it? Reese? He’s been eying you for years. He’s not bad. Not exactly your type, but cute.”

  I look up from slipping my boots on, shocked that she’d suggest Reese. “No! What makes you think I’d have sex with Reese?”

  “Whoa!” Her smile widens and I know I just screwed up majorly. “So sex was involved?”

  “We’re going to be late.” I push her toward my bedroom door in a hurry, and continue down the hallway until we’re out the front door.

  “You can’t keep secrets from me, Dakota,” she says the moment we jump into her truck. “I’ll get it out of you. I find out everything that goes on in this town. Well, everyone does, but you get what I mean.”

  That’s what I’m afraid of.

  “It was no one, Hope. It was a date gone bad, meaning I never want to talk about it again,” I lie, in hopes she’ll drop it, but seconds later, she glances my way and grins.

  “Gone bad, my ass.” She laughs. “I’d say it definitely went right. Really right. I wish a man would take me on the island in my kitchen. Specifically, your brother with his hard muscles and nice ass. I’d let—”

  “Eww. Don’t say another word. I’ve heard enough.” I stick my finger in my mouth and pretend gag, before pulling out my phone when it vibrates with a text message.

  “Who’s that?”

  “My brother asking where we are.”

  “Sounds like someone is excited to see me.” She winks playfully, and turns back to the road. “He’ll admit it someday. Just watch.”

  Minutes later, we pull up at Myers’ Speedway and spend a good five minutes searching for a parking spot, before hopping out and hurrying to the entrance gate. The race starts in two minutes, so everyone is rushing to get through.

  “Where are your tickets?” Liam Logan—Ben’s seventeen-year-old brother—comes out of nowhere, blocking our path with his scrawny body.

  Hope rolls her eyes and palms his face, pushing him out of the way. “I should’ve told my parents to fire you a long time ago, baby Logan.”

  “Why would you want to do that?” He fixes his blond hair and crosses his arms, trying to look bigger than he is. “You’d miss me and you know it. Just admit that you want me, babe.”

  I laugh, and Hope quickly looks back at me in warning, before turning back to face him. “Sorry, kid. If I wanted to be with a Logan brother, I’d date Ben. And trust me, he’s my last choice, which makes you my last-last-choice. Never going to happen.”

  “Let them through.” Ben’s deep voice comes from behind me and I stiffen. I haven’t seen him since I punched him last night.

  “Wow.” Hope’s mouth drops when Ben moves around to face us, giving us a clear view of his busted lip and black eye. The black eye I gave him. “Did Easton come back for your ass to blacken that eye?”

  “Something like that,” he mutters, glancing my way, before walking past his brother, through the gate.

  Without a word, I take off, walking past the concession stands and head for the second gate that leads to the bleachers.

  Hope follows as we look for my brother and Easton in the crowd. “There. Row three, section A.” She points and my eyes follow, my gaze landing on Easton dressed in a white button-down shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He’s standing beside my brother, his gaze trained on me, causing my heart to jump. Why must you look so sexy all the time?

  Hope hits my side when I don’t move, staring like a lovestruck teenager. She says something I can’t make out now that the racers are getting into position, and takes off for the stands. I do the same, prepared to sit next to Hope, but she leaves the spot beside Easton open, giving me no choice but to squeeze in next to him.

  He looks me in the eyes once we’re face to face, before lowering his head to speak against my ear. “You look beautiful, Kota.” His heavy breath hits my neck when he speaks again. “There’s no way I’ll be able to keep my eyes off you tonight. Don’t count on my hands keeping to themselves either.”

  “You have to,” I throw his way, speaking loud enough for only him to hear me. “We have to.”

  “Not when you wear those jeans.” He lowers his gaze to my skintight, ripped-up jeans. “Every guy you walked past to get to me checked you out. You have no idea how hard it is not to show them all you’re mine.”

  I swallow, and just as I’m about to spit another weak argument at him about how we have to keep to ourselves, my brother nudges him and says something that has him turning to face him. I’m immediately relieved for the distraction, because I can’t handle him calling me his like this in a crowd of people and not want to kiss him as if he’s mine to keep.

  “Hey, beautiful girl! You made it this time.” Stiles leans forward and winks at me, and I can’t help but smile at his goofy ass. “Looking good tonight.”

  “You too, Hall. You should wear that shade of blue more often. I like it.” I tease back.

  He grins. “Hey. I look good in all shades of every color, beautiful girl. That’s why I have so many haters.”

  “I don’t know about that, Stiles.” Hope leans over me to say, “That green shirt you wore the other day said otherwise. Just cluing you in.”

  “That’s harsh, babe.”

  Everyone laughs, but the moment the announcer talks everyone quietens down and focuses their attention ahead at the track. This is one of the last few races of the year, which means everyone is going to be super observant, not wanting to miss any details.

  Usually I would be too, but as the race starts, I find myself paying more attention to every movement Easton makes, my body reacting when his leg presses against mine and stays for minutes at a time. It’s as if he’s showing me we’re still here together, even though we have to pretend otherwise.

  It’s making it so much harder to keep calm beside him. If he keeps being careless, we’re going to get caught, and that has me nervous on top of everything else.

  “You okay?” Hope questions when she notices me gripping the bench below me.

  I release my grip and nod. “Yeah. The race has me anxious, and I’m tired.”

  “Me too,” she yells close to my ear, attempting to look behind me. “Do me a favor and move your head a tad bit forward so I can get a better look at your brother.”

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sp; “Seriously?” I laugh and move forward. “Better?”

  “So much better.” She smiles hopelessly. “Think Easton would switch seats with me?”

  “Want me to ask?”

  “No!” She grabs my arm before I can turn to ask him. “I was joking, Dakota. I don’t want to be that obvious. Just keep your head forward and I’m good.”

  I roll my eyes and look straight ahead to see Ben two rows up, looking back at me. Easton must notice too, because his knee presses against mine as possessively as he can be out in the open.

  “Ignore him,” he says into my ear, his hand reaching in between us to hold mine. “He’s not going to say shit, and no one can see our hands. But I might just fucking let them if he keeps looking at you like you’re his.”

  I swallow and look beside me. “Easton…” I warn. “You have to keep your cool.”

  “I am. For now…” He squeezes my hand and stares Ben down, not taking his eyes off him until Ben finally gives up and turns back around.

  “Fuck yeah! Go Garett!” My brother jumps up and yells when his guy’s motorcycle takes the lead again.

  Nervous, I attempt to pull my hand from Easton’s, but he holds it tighter, reminding me no one can see our hands. Still, I can’t concentrate or breathe with him holding my hand with my brother right next to us and Hope beside me.

  After the tenth lap, I finally free my hand from Easton’s and stand up, needing a moment to breathe. I turn to Hope and lean down so she can hear me. “I’m going to get a hotdog. Want one?”

  She gives me a thumbs up and looks around me to get a view of my brother, who happens to be looking her way this time. I catch him smile and wink at her, before he turns back to watch the race. “Oh my God,” she mouths as I brush past her to walk down the steps.

  The moment I’m alone, I take a few minutes to catch my breath and gather my thoughts, before walking past a few random people who are headed to buy food and drinks themselves.

  Needing a moment, I stop at the bathroom. Just as I’m washing my hands, Blake walks through the door and stops when her eyes land on me.