Jade is practically shaking as I sink back and turn to roll down my window for Roman.
“Yo, what are you doing? Come over and chill for a sec. We’re about to start.” Roman removes a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. He bends down as he lights one, blowing a plume of smoke into the car. “Who’s this?” He smirks, staring at Jade who now looks terrified, her back pressed hard against the door.
Jade coughs a few times, and I wave the smoke out of the car. Roman takes a step back, now blowing the smoke over the hood.
“This is Jade,” I tell Roman. “She’s the girl I told you about.”
A worried expression furrows his brows. He takes another drag, and then flicks the ash from the end of his cigarette, before dropping it to the ground. “We need to talk later,” he says, his voice deep and serious, his gaze fixed on me.
I nod. “At Knox Motors.”
“Bring the girl,” he growls and then walks away from my car.
“What was that about?” Jade asks, her voice trembling.
“That’s Rome. Don’t worry about him. He’s all bark and no bite.”
“He looks more like all bite.”
I laugh. “Nah, I’ve been friends with Rome since I was in diapers. He’s like a brother. All of my friends are like family. They want to talk to you about what happened.”
Leaning back with her arms folded, she chuckles. “Oh, so now I have to explain myself to your friends when you’re the one who stole from me?”
Instinctively, I reach over and slide my hand beneath her chin, and her head snaps in my direction. “Are we gonna have a problem, Jade?”
“No,” she sighs. “No problem.”
“Why didn’t you call the cops?”
She stares at me as if I asked her how to solve world hunger or some complex question and doesn’t know where to begin. Shrugging, she says, “I knew you did it for a reason, and I wanted to know why before I assumed the wrong thing about you.”
“But my intentions were bad.”
“My dad will get the money back from the insurance company. He couldn’t have cared less about the car, and I knew that. I could tell by the look on your face when I caught you that you needed it.”
“I don’t want your pity,” I spit back, dropping my hand from her chin.
“I don’t pity you. Never did. I thought maybe you needed a break, and I saw this as an opportunity to get to know you.”
“Why?” I shake my head, confused. “Why do you want to know me?”
“Because I like you. I’ve always liked you. Do you remember freshman orientation?”
I think over her question, unsure of where she’s going with this. “I guess. Yeah.”
“You sat next to me. I forgot to bring a pen with me, and you gave me yours.”
My first semester of college I was so worried about not fitting in that I didn’t bother to pay attention to anyone other than my teammates. I was convinced all the rich kids would find out I was on a scholarship and dismiss me for being poor. Instead, I managed to blend in and adapt like a chameleon. I keep my head down and my personal life off-campus for a reason. The two worlds could never collide, or at least that’s what I told myself before I met Jade.
“Why did you even need a pen at orientation?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “To take notes. Duh. What else would I do with it?”
I laugh so hard it shakes through me. “No one takes notes at orientation. You really are a goody-two-shoes.”
Jade swats at my arm, laughing. “Shut up, Killian. You can be so mean sometimes.”
“It keeps people away,” I counter.
“But is that what you really want?”
I consider her question for a split second. “Yeah. It’s better that way.”
“Because you’re so afraid of being yourself around anyone that you’d rather hide.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Yes, it is. You don’t want anyone to know you’re poor or that you race and steal cars for a living. Who cares what anyone at school thinks?”
“You grew up with money and privilege,” I shoot back, anger shaking through me. “I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to be me.”
She slides her hand up my thigh, getting on her knees to lean in to kiss me. But she hesitates, her eyes fixed on mine for a few seconds before I make the decision for her and shove my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss is angry and forceful as I palm the back of her head and grip her hips with the other to guide her onto my lap. There’s not enough room for her with the steering wheel digging into her back, and when she backs her ass into the horn, sounding it for everyone to hear, I peel my lips from hers.
I glance out the window to find Rome, Nate, and Chase standing there shaking their heads. Jade hops off my lap and settles back into her seat, fixing her top and skirt. My cock is so damn hard, painfully erect, and digging into my jeans. Just what I need before an important race—blue balls. I can hardly focus with Jade around. She drives me fucking crazy in every way imaginable.
Rome gives me the signal that it’s time to get our cars ready to race. The crew from New York might be a bunch of trust fund douchebags who can spend a shitload of cash on premium cars, but none of them can outrace a bunch of Philly kids who have nothing to lose.
There are at least a dozen imports lined up along the dirt road. This time we chose a more secluded location, though none of my crew is happy it’s not on our terms. But the money is better than usual, so for us, it was worth the risk of not knowing what we were walking into. We’re on the outskirts of New York City in a wooded area off the beaten path that has zero chance of attracting the police.
“Are you wearing any underwear?” I ask Jade.
She raises an eyebrow at me. “Yes. Why?”
I hold out my hand. “Give them to me.”
“What is wrong with you, Killian?”
My hand is still outstretched to her, my patience thinning. “Just do it, Jade.”
She takes her sweet ass time taking off her thong and places it in my hand with a defiant smirk. “Happy?”
I flash a crooked grin. “Very.”
I drape her thong over the rearview mirror like it’s an air freshener, and Jade laughs. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope,” I shoot back. “I need to remember there’s more than money at stake for this race.”
She chuckles. “I’m not a virgin. It’s not like you’re stealing my virtue.”
“Your pussy is gonna be so sore by the time I’m done with you, you’ll think I took your virginity all over again.”
“You’re so… vulgar.”
I wink, and she gasps, squirming in her seat.
“I have to talk to Rome.” I push open the car door. “Wait here. Don’t move.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Umm… okay.”
Jade looks terrified, and she should be. Because I’m about to win this race, and when I do, I will deliver on the promise I’ve made to her.
Chapter Twelve
Jade
My stomach knots as Killian whips around a corner cutting off the car that was once next to us. I close my eyes and repeat the chorus of my favorite song in my head, terrified of what I will see the next time I look at the open road. Tires crunch, I’m thrown to the side as Killian switches gears and makes another turn.
“It’s okay, Jade.” His deep voice somehow calms me. “You can open your eyes.”
“I’m scared,” I admit.
He shifts gears again, the car now moving even faster than before.
I peek out my left eye afraid to open both of them at once. “How fast are we going?”
“One-forty.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
“I’m winning,” he tells me. “I want to see a sneak peek of my prize.”
His words force my eyes open. I glance over at Killian, who has never looked so relaxed behind the wheel, inches ahead of the other car.
“A peek of what?”
“Your pussy.”
I chuckle. “Right now?”
“Yeah.” His focus never leaves the road. “Push up your skirt for me.”
I realize he’s trying to distract me to take my mind off the fact we’re now going one hundred fifty miles per hour, and the man he’s racing is creeping past us.
“You have to win to claim your prize.”
“I’m winning. Don’t worry about me.” He tightens his grip on the shifter, glancing at the car next to us out of the corner of his eye. “Now, do what I say. Push up your skirt.”
“How do you always get me to do what you want?”
“Because you want to do it, you just need someone to push you.”
He knows me so well.
I grunt in frustration and roll my skirt up to my hips giving Killian the perfect view of my bare pussy. “Now what?”
He looks over for split a few second, and once his eyes are on the road again, he sucks in a deep breath and lets it out. “Rub your clit for me.”
Making circular motions with my thumb, I follow his order. “I wish you were the one touching me,” I whisper.
“I will be,” he growls. “Just be patient. How does it feel, Jade?”
“So good,” I moan, glancing over at him.
“Are you wet?”
“Uh-huh,” I choke out. “I’m always wet around you.”
“Good.” His voice is level but deep, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “Slide your fingers into your pussy for me.”
Again, I do as he asks, and another moan escapes my lips. He looks over for a second to watch me.
“Faster, Jade. I’m almost at the finish line.” He looks so determined, so in control, his eyes fixed on the drag strip in front of us. “I want you to come before I get there. You think you can do that?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, my fingers moving faster and faster as if I’m following the pace of the car. “Killian…”
“That’s it, Jade. Fuck, you’re killing me, baby.”
I lean my head back against the leather allowing the orgasm that’s commanding control over my body to break free. Everything tightens before a sudden calm spills over me. It doesn’t matter anymore how fast we’re driving or that the world feels like it’s passing us by. All I can think about in this moment is Killian and how much I’m begging for him to give me the next high I so desperately chase.
“Perfect timing,” he says as the car moves forward, inches past the black car next to us.
We come to a screeching halt on the other side of the invisible line, past the spot where a girl in a red bandage dress that looks like it’s taped to her slender body waves a flag.
“Did you win?”
Killian’s emerald irises meet mine. “Of course, I did.” He takes my hand and raises it to his mouth to suck the juices from my fingers one at a time. “I think you’re my lucky charm, Jade.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a moment before he pulls his hoodie over his head and hands it to me.
“Sit on this. You’re probably dripping on my seat.”
“Way to ruin the moment,” I joke.
He shrugs and then pushes open the door. “C’mon, I want you to meet Chase and Nate. Rome is about to race. We can watch from over there,” he says, pointing at the spot where a few of his friends are waiting.
“I need my thong back.”
He laughs. “No, you don’t. Let’s go.”
“But I’m still wet, Killian.”
“Good, then every man who can smell your sweet pussy will know you’re mine.”
My head spins from his words.
Mine.
His.
What does that even mean?
Am I his to fuck or his to keep? I hope it’s the latter.
I walk alongside Killian, practically connected to his hip. He’s so afraid to let me out of his sight for some reason. I love how possessive he is over me. It’s like I’m his property. I’ve never met a man like him—dangerously sexy and fiercely overprotective.
The first time I saw Killian at freshman orientation I thought, Mine. But I could never get close enough to him after that day. He kept mostly to himself or hung out with his team, never giving me a second thought. Not until our unfortunate circumstance brought us together did I get another chance. And now he’s calling me his… what? Girlfriend?
Killian isn’t the type of guy who dates. He’s not the kind of guy I’m used to either. I doubt he’ll ever plan out dinner and movie dates or take me for a carriage ride through Central Park. But his lifestyle is so… liberating. It gives me a rush I never knew existed, never knew I needed.
When we reach his friends, Killian hooks his arm around my back and pulls me tight to his chest. “Chase,” he says to the attractive blond to his left. “And Nate,” he says, looking at the cute, dark-haired guy to Chase’s right. “This is Jade.”
“You shouldn’t have brought her here,” Chase grumbles. “She already knows too much.”.
“She’s cool.” Killian touches Chase’s shoulder to calm him. “And she’s with me, so don’t be a dick.”
Chase stares him down for a few seconds before his intense expression softens. “Keep her under control.”
“I can hear you, you know,” I almost shout but keep my voice low. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”
Killian’s laughter shakes through him. It’s one of the few times I’ve actually seen him laugh for real.
Chase shoves his hands into his jeans pockets, glaring at me. “Watch your mouth, rich girl.”
“Hey,” Killian says, slamming his hand into Chase’s shoulder. “Don’t talk to her like that. She’s with me, and that makes her one of us now.”
Chase glances at me hard. “She’ll never be one of us. The second you get rid of her she’ll go running back to Daddy and the police.”
“Again, I can hear you,” I shout this time. “I lied to my dad, the police, and the insurance company to protect Killian. I will get in trouble if I went back on my word and told them I lied about all of it.”
“She’s right,” Nate says, speaking for the first time. “They could turn the story around and say she conspired with us if she retracted her statement.”
“Since when did you become a lawyer?” Chase spits back at him with venom behind his words.
“I’m not an idiot,” Nate counters. “It’s common sense.”
“I still don’t like her being here,” Chase mutters.
“I don’t give a fuck what you like,” Killian challenges. “You better get used to her being around because she’s not going anywhere.”
Chase peeks over at me before returning his gaze back to the road in front of us and mutters under his breath, “Must be some pussy.”
Killian unhooks his arm from me and guides Chase away from us, ordering Nate to watch me. They walk away arguing as they head toward Chase’s car.
“Don’t worry about him,” Nate says, moving next to me. “Chase will get over it.”
“He hates me, and I didn’t even do anything to him.”
“He doesn’t hate you, he’s just worried. We all are. But Killian must trust you, or you wouldn’t be here right now. You’re the first girl he’s ever brought to a race.”
“Really?” My voice sounds like a squeak.
He folds his arms over his chest and nods. “Yeah. Kade doesn’t like to mix business with pleasure.”
“Isn’t this a little of both?”
He shakes his head. “No, not for Kade. This is just a means to an end for him.”
Killian and Chase stroll over to us, now looking more like best friends than two brothers fighting over a girl.
“Trying to steal my girl already?” Killian says to Nate, laughing.
Before Nate can answer him, engines are growling behind us, tires are screeching. Two dark-haired men jump out of their cars yelling at each other.
“Fuck,” Chase says, stomping off toward the two guys.
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sp; Killian fishes his keys from his pocket and hands them to me. “Go get in the car and lock it. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I gotta take care of this.”
Without a word, I set off toward the car, and Killian and Nate run behind Chase to get to the two guys about to fight in the middle of the dirt road. I slide into the passenger seat and lock the doors, watching from a distance as the first punch is thrown.
My stomach knots when I see Killian jump into the middle of it dragging Roman by the shoulders away from the other guy. He releases his hold on Roman, but before he can maintain his balance, another man comes out of nowhere and lands a hit to his jaw. Killian’s head turns to the side on impact.
I want to run over to him, but what can I do? Nothing.
So, I’m forced to sit there and watch Killian and his friends fight three other guys. The crowd surrounding them erupts into an uproar. From what I can tell, there are more than the two crews here to race, each of them now getting involved in some way. Some people are landing punches while others are trying to end the many fights which have broken out.
The longer I watch, the more turned on I get, now thinking of dragging Killian into the backseat to claim his prize. The things he does to me without even trying drive me insane. I never thought one man could ooze so much sex appeal until I met Killian. One touch and I’m weakened. He’s like a drug to me.
Eventually, the more sensible guys who were standing around observing and drinking beer break up the fights. Killian emerges from the crowd, unfazed, and spits the blood from his mouth at a tall blond with thick arms covered in tats. He looks so disoriented he doesn’t even bother to swing at him. I open the doors for Killian sucking in a deep breath as he walks over to the car.
“Sorry about that,” he says when he gets behind the wheel, blood running down his face from the small cut above his eyebrow.
I grab a tissue from my purse and then lean over to wipe the blood from his face.
He holds my hand to stop me, a fire blazing behind his emerald irises. “I’m okay. I’ve gotten into worse fights playing hockey.”
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