by Simone Elise
Gabe
I was leaning against my sports car, which I bought out of the winning of my last title win. The sun was beaming down, when I pulled my sunglasses down. The summer was a hot one, so it called for tank tops and shorts.
I was at the gas station near the country race track, that we as well as others had garages set up around. It was good to practice your driving even if it didn’t come close to the feel of a real track.
A muscle car pulled up at the other pump and I rolled my eyes. Typical American Muscle. Then I saw the driver get out and I hated it that bit more—glaring at Kace through my sunglasses. I had heard rumours on the track that he had an interest in my little sister. Even heard rumours that he asked one of my pit crew for her number. Which the pit crew reassured me, no one had shared Ivory’s number.
“Nice car.” Kace said and gave me a drop-dead look. “For a pussy.” And he began filling his fucking monster of a car up. I turned back around, keeping my back to him. “How’s your sister?”
I cringed but don’t let it show. “How’s ya misses?” I cock a look over my shoulder. “Oh, wait she was fine this morning.”
Kace glared at me.
“Yeah Olivia was telling me you were no good in bed. Makes me wonder.” And I hang up the pump walking towards him. “Sounds like my sister is dodging a bullet by not ending up with you. I’m a mean brother but knowing my sister would have a forever sad sex life. Well I ain’t that mean.”
He continued to glare at me, not biting.
I then lift my index finger up, and then make it flop to the side. “Can’t you get it up Kace?”
He let go of the pump, pushing his sunglasses up. “You wanna keep breathing Henderson, you better keep walking.”
“Is the big bad biker warning me?”
“I’ve got too much respect for your sister to kill you.” He smirks when my expression drops. “Yeah I think a lot of your sister. Do you know what hypersexual disorder is Gabe?” I glare at him. “Ask your sister, she understands my needs.”
“Fucking stop with the jokes.”
“Not joking. After all Ivory’s birthmark is extremely cute, isn't it.” He winked at me and I wanted to fucking punch him.
“You’ve seen my sister naked.” I stated it, forming fists at my side. “You’re a dead man.”
He laughed in my face, and went back to filling his car up. “Nah mate too much to live for. Like your sister’s tight pussy. How are my leftovers treating you?”
I stormed past him heading in and paying for the gas. I was half expecting Kace and his criminal record to do a drive off. But he was still there, standing, grinning, when I walked back out.
“Tell Ivory, I’ll call her tonight. She understands my needs.”
I open the door and slam it shut, taking some of my frustration out, but it was nothing. Ivory was about to know my full rage.
IVORY
“I want it done in ten seconds.” I state clearly.
“But twelve is industry standard.” The new pit crew worker said.
“And I want you aiming for ten.” I repeat myself and not nicely.
The sports car ripping up dirt heading towards us at an abnormal speed, scored my attention, as well as others. Only Gabe would make a show at his own garage. I walk away from the pit crew and head towards the flying car. Why was he even here at the track, when he was meant to be practicing at the dirt track where we had our set up. He was meant to be having a day off.
Then came to a halt and he climbed out, a dirty expression on his face.
“You and I. Now.” He stormed past me heading inside the garage, people coming out as soon as they lay eyes on him.
I had no idea what had him so upset as I walked and he slammed the roller door shut behind me. Okay something was wrong.
“You fucking him?” he roared at me. I was stunned, frozen I had no idea what he was on about.
“Who?” I finally say when he doesn’t stop glaring at me for a second.
“Kace! Who the fuck else!”
“No.”
He locked eyes with me. “Don’t fucking lie to me Ivory. You know our relationship is above that.” He was looking at me like I was lying!
“I’m not lying!” Now I was the furious one. “Who do you think you are to come here demanding to know about my sex life!”
“Thought you weren’t fucking him.” He arched his eyebrows at me, like he had caught me slipping up on facts.
“I haven’t fucked Kace. But FYI Gabe, that is zero of your business.” And I turn to leave. Only for him to step in my path. “Gabe. You’ve managed to piss me off. You happy?”
“He has seen you naked.” Gabe said a fact which was impossible and then looked at me like it physically pained him. “He knows about your birthmark.”
I rolled my eyes. “Elle posted a picture of us with our bikinis on over the weekend. I’m guessing he has seen the billionaire goddess known as my twin sisters Instagram feed.” Though the thought of Kace stalking my sister’s Instagram feed, sort of freaked me out. “You happy now?” I asked, and I was really pissed off with him.
He sighed, and I see him calming down but I was getting more worked up. I then couldn’t stop myself shoving him on the chest. “For the record my sex life is zero of your business.”
He caught my wrist. “It is when you are sleeping with men like him.”
I snatch my wrist from his grasp. “You need to realize Gabe that one day, I will risk my heart on a man and you can’t protect me forever.”
“You told me you would never give away a piece of yourself to a man?” He repeats back a fact to me and I just look at him dryly.
“You are risking yours by trusting Olivia. You don’t see me stamping and throwing a tantrum.”
His mouth drops open.
“You really think I didn’t know?” I scoffed. “You keep your side of the table tonight, cause this,” I gestured between him and I. “ain’t over till you apologize.”
Family fucking dinners. Fucking doing my head in. I remained silent through the normal conversation. Said yes and fine, when prompted. Now I remained silent. Gabe kept shooting me a look, as if waiting for me to make conversation with him, but I hadn’t.
Mom commented on Gabe and I being quiet.
I didn’t even bother saying anything.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out. Seeing an unknown number.
Did I upset your big bro?
I read the message again, frowning and finally type back, who is this.
Then my eyes widened when I read one word over and over. That word being—Ace.
How did fucking Kace ‘Ace’ Striking get my number? I look up seeing Gabe staring at the beer in front of him, not on his phone. Both hands on the table. Well that proved it wasn’t him messaging me, testing me, didn’t it?
I frowned. But then typed back.
If this is Kace, prove it?
I see the bubbles pop up and then a message.
I’ve already had you moaning.
My eyes widened. It is Kace!
The phone vibrates in my hand and I glance back down, seeing the words;
And it’s Ace darling.
I scoffed, causing my mom to stare at me for a second and then I look back down at the screen. Typing the words;
To me you are Kace.
The phone vibrates back in my hand.
Come to the track.
I frown, knowing my brother would not accept me meeting Kace and if we were seen together, Gabe would kill me. Then again, I wanted to be more like Gabe and he lived for risky behaviour. What was riskier than meeting a biker at a track—where no one was going to be?
I arrived at the practice track and instead of turning into the Gabe’s garage I kept driving, and made it around the bend. My heart was drumming to an unknown beat and adrenaline was throbbing through my body, as I saw his garage door up—pulling to the side. I hesitated getting out. What the hell am I thinking?
Then I see mo
vement out of the corner of my eye and I look up, my eyes landing on Kace Striking. He didn’t have a top on, his tattoos, mainly the one that went over his stomach, the words – King’s Deceivers proudly tattooed in an arch way, across his abs. His raven hair was clipped, like he had run the shaver over it, and shortened it on purpose. He had his lip piercing in, and I noticed from here, the satisfaction in his eyes.
I cracked open the door, and walked towards him. It was as if his eyes were pulling me to him.
As I get closer, my eyes run over the rest of his tattoos. Mainly the ‘Brotherhood before laws’ tattooed around his upper chest piece. I again feel this need to run—like he is trouble and is going to hurt me.
I glanced behind him, seeing his engine on the motor stand.
“Something wrong with the car?” I asked, and he glanced back it.
“Upgrading to another curb.”
“This late in the competition?” I frown, looking at him with disbelief.
“What scared, it will give me an edge?”
I looked at him, and shake my head. “Need a hand?”
“Not having the competition working on my car.” He tilted his head. “But the real question is, why are you offering?”
I shrugged to be honest with myself the words came out, and I think it was out of habit of always taking over the build of Gabe’s cars.
His eyes ran down over me, and then lock back with my eyes for a minute then he turned and headed back to the engine block.
I had no idea how to make conversation with him. So I didn’t and I couldn’t help but notice how normal it felt and the air wasn’t awkward. I handed him the tools as he worked on the engine block.
We worked for a good few hours on the block. Not more then a few words exchanged. The only thing we did do was share a few joints between lifting the motor in and then lifting it back out, to make adjustments. The time ticked to one am and I knew I should be heading home, and Kace was obviously calling it a night, by packing up his tools.
I noticed his eyes would drop to my cleavage every time I bend over to help all night. I supposed he was a man.
Finally I was sitting on his work bench, watching him back up the spanners, when he lifted the case up and walked towards me, putting it on the bench next to me.
“I should head home.” I said, breaking our silent vow of not saying more then two words to each other.
His eyes locked on to mine and he positioned himself between my legs. His hands slowly running up my outer thighs.
Before his hands grip my ass and he drags me down the bench, towards him, till my core was positioned right near his dick.
His hand then going to my face. He touched me like I was made of glass.
“You got plans for the rest of the night darling?”
I am captivated by his eyes, the intensiveness of them, as they are locked with mine.
I slowly shake my head.
“Wanna come to the dark side for a night?”
He said come to the dark side for a night, but I felt like I was already there. His other hand moved to my back, forcing me to curl into his chest. My hands going to his shoulders.
Did I want to party with the bikers for a night? Wasn’t life just about experiences?
Gabe
“What can I say mate, you have this title within ya grips. If Kace doesn’t take it from you that is.” Taylor said as we stood by the car in the garage, discussing the up and coming season.
Ivory’s car pulling up behind us, made me turn around. She was up early.
“Hey Ivory!” Taylor said and frowned. “What time you start?”
She walked towards us.
“Obviously just now Taylor.” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
“Nah bud, I saw her car here earlier.” Taylor frowned then smirked. “Guess it is a good thing you don’t pay her by the hour.”
My eyes went to Ivory, narrowing on to her. “Yeah, well I’ll see ya at the race this weekend.” I said to Taylor and then watched my sister hightail it away from me. “Now I need a word with my sister about risks.”
“Fair call from you mate, how many are you taking racing a new cube.” He shook his head with a carefree grin while I walked off heading for my sister who was talking to the pit crew.
“Want to explain that?” I said to her and she glanced up, keeping her cool eyes on me.
“Explain what?”
“What time you get here? Or more importantly which shed did you come to first?” I asked the question but I didn’t want the fucking answer. To be honest with myself I wanted her to flat out lie to me. But I also knew she wouldn’t do that because she respected me too much—or at least I hoped we still had that relationship.
One of respect and loyalty. A part of me wanted to believe I wasn’t that brother, the over protective dominant one. Surely I could be a level headed about her dating but why the fuck was she attracted to that asshole!
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” She said keeping her eyes locked with mine and my stomach tightened—she was lying to me and I wasn’t sure what hurt more. That she was lying or that there was a ninety percent chance she had been with Kace.
Chapter 5 Part 2
IVORY
“Yeah like I said Elle, I’m not interested.” I said into the phone, and was holding it between my shoulder and ear, as I used both hands fixing the clamp on the motor. It was late. I was the only one left, after all you can’t expect your pit crew to do all nighters, like me.
My sister had called about a charity event and I wasn’t even mildly interested. I had nights here working on the car, perfecting it—and I didn’t have time for ‘charity events’. Which lets be honest, were all about Elle setting me up with whatever bachelor she had found. My sister was a matchmaker and while she didn’t want to settle down—she expect me to because my ‘hobbies’ aka NASCAR wasn’t healthy.
Apparently a man would take my mind off my career that I was building.
“Come on Ivory, just ditch the grease for one night?” She snapped impatient at me. I sighed, turning around needing another spanner. Catching sight of something moving out of the corner of my eye, squeal and drop my phone. It crashing on the concrete.
My eyes run over Kace and I quickly pick my phone up. “Elle I have to go and for the record the answer is no.” And then I hung up. My screen was slightly shattered in the corner from the drop. I groaned. I had just had this screen replaced.
I looked at Kace, noticing a small smirk on his face.
“Can I help you with something?” I snapped at him, seeing as he found my clumsiness as amusing.
He crossed his arms and his eyes stayed on me. Why did it feel like he was judging me? God. Why was I being paranoid.
He took the cigarette from his mouth, “You are always the first to get here and last to leave.” He noted a true fact.
“So,” I paused tilting my head. “You’ve been watching me?”
I stilled as he walked towards me. And I hoped to god that Gabe wasn’t monitoring the cameras in the garage right now. Having Kace in here would make him flip.
“You left me the other night, not giving a reason.” He says and ignored the question I ask.
“Like I said, I had an early morning that day.”
“And tomorrow, do you have an early morning?”
I sighed. This was honestly not okay, I knew that. I was dancing with fire. But I knew I would only get burnt if I couldn’t master how to manipulate the flame. Finally I realized I couldn’t prolong it any longer.
“Kace I know you want to hurt my brother. But using me, seriously?” I scoffed and looked up at him in the eyes. “You can’t expect me to let you, hurt me, so you can hurt him.”
He smirked. “Your acting’ like I’m gonna use and abuse ya.”
“Is that not your plan? Fuck me, leave the next morning. Maybe get a victory picture to shove it in my brother’s face?” Yeah I had gone through the scenarios. I knew how this would end and
I wasn’t prepared for it to unfold because my brother’s head needed to be in the race, not on mind games with Kace. “So you should go Kace.”
I was lucky because my heart wasn’t involved. I had learnt early not to get emotional invested when it came to men.
But when Kace didn’t take a step away from me but to me—I got nervous. Especially when his hand went to my cheek.
“I respect you more than that.” His words were solemn, and I watched as his eyes drop to my lips. Before looking me back in the eyes. “I respect all women, however you rank higher in my eyes then a club girl.”
I frowned.
“You are driven, you go for what you want and even though you’ve had an upbringing where you wanted for nothing. You aren’t a perfect pretty Henderson—like I said you were.”
My eyes remained locked with his. “And how would you know, we’ve had three conversations.”
His large hand took mine, and he lifted it up. “Because a perfect pretty Henderson wouldn’t be covered in motor grease.” His eyes were on my hand, which was covered in grease, so much so, it smudged on his hand.
“Big deal. I have some grease on my hands.” I went to snatch my hand away but his hand linked with mine.
“You’re loyal.” He states looking me in the eyes again. “Even though your brothers are a class wankers, you don’t go against their wishes.” He began backing me up. It took three steps till my ass hit the bench. He unlinked his hand with mine, and placed both hands on my hips.
I wanted to tell him to get his hands off me. But I didn’t. Instead I inhaled sharper as he lifts me up and then placed me down on the bench. It mirrors the image where he had the other night, only for me to use an excuse to leave.
Kace isn’t much of a talker. I had worked that much out. So when he slowly leans forward, I don’t push him back as teeth nip my bottom lip.
He was waiting for me to follow through on my word, and tell him no. But I don’t. Instead I let him kiss my lips slowly.
My lips move back against his and I enjoy every second of it. Till finally I grip his leather cut, that stands against everything my family believes in. The laws, the rights of society—Kace and his club stood against all that.
