CharlieMy heart shot up into my throat when Benji came sliding around the corner at the end of the track. His headlights lit up the stretch of road and the people gathered at the front of the line in a glow of white. I clenched my fists so tight as I threw my hands up in the air, my nails dug right into my palms.“Yes!” I cried.Harley shot me a look, threw her head back and laughed, and then joined me in cheering as Benji maintained the lead down the final stretch. The Lancer he’d started beside rounded the corner not far behind him, but on open road like this with no corners, he had no shot of overtaking the Hellcat.Benji had the victory in the bag.My voice rang out through the crowd as I cried his name when Benji crossed the line. Others joined me in my chant, and by the time the other cars had finished the race and the drivers were opening their doors, the whole crowd echoed my cry.Benji was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning when he stepped out of his car. Mason and Ric
CharlieWe hadn’t been inside the bar for more than fifteen minutes when it started to feel way more crowded. As it turned out, some people from the race had followed us to the bar and filed in after us, and nearly all of them were drawn to Benji. Women glanced at him from the bar, where they tossed their hair over their shoulders and batted their eyelashes in his direction, resembling cartoon characters more than the sexy street racing mavens they were trying to project.He was oblivious to their subtle and not-so-subtle advances.Men were also vying for his attention, but in a different way. They wanted to pass by our group, pat him on the back, and tell him how well he had driven. They wanted to ask him questions, mostly about the Hellcat, and hear all the details of the race.It wasn’t as eventful as one would have thought.Benji had never lost the lead over the course of the race. He had maintained his position in first place from the second he left the line.After a good forty-f
BenjiWhen I got to work on Tuesday morning I was happy to find the place calm and quiet. Monday had been a shit show at the shelter and I needed a slower day. Time to see about typical housekeeping, general operations and business tasks. I also had to try and figure out how the hell I was going to use the money Charlie had raised at the fundraiser.There were priorities, luxuries, and competing interests, being the person to make the decisions brought more pressure than I anticipated. Choosing one thing from the list meant removing another—taking away from someone or something. If I wanted that punching bag for some of the kids to work through their anger, that meant I sacrificed the new sofas for the community room. If I wanted new beds that meant I was packing more kids into each room. If I wanted outdoor activities then we missed out on indoor activities for the kids who’d rather stay inside.Where there was a win there was a loss. And where kids were involved I didn’t like taking
Benji“Come in.”The door opened, but I didn’t look up right away. I kept on typing away before hitting send on the email, then looked up and let my hands rest across my stomach.“Julia,” I said in greeting.Julia gave me a small nod and looked around. “I can go if you’re busy.”“No. I’m not busy. Never too busy for you. What’s new? How’s your friend doing? Is she still crashing on my couch?”Julia shook her head.“No?” I asked, puzzled. “Where is she sleeping?”“In my bed with me.”“Oh.”“Not like that,” Julia said hurriedly.“I wasn’t thinking anything.”She licked her lips as her cheeks turned bright pink. Being a teenage girl seemed like it would be such a nightmare. So many things were inferred, assumed, supposed. All false things in my experience. “She sleeps in my bed because she’s afraid to be in here alone.”I frowned. “You both sleep in a single bed.”She nodded.“That must be cramped.”“We manage.”I pinched the bridge of my nose before rubbing my forehead. “Alright. Do you
CharlieFor a Thursday, Ascension was bumping. It was so busy that we had to close the doors and stop letting people in for a good forty five minutes or so to avoid going over maximum capacity. Once a good chunk of people left for the evening we were able to let more in, which was great, because the turnover meant fresh blood and fresh money for my girls.I’d spent my last two hours as a ‘floater.’ Basically, I was everyone’s bitch for the night. If the bartender needed help I’d slide behind the bar and mix the easy drinks—the ones with no more than four ingredients that involved no shaking or blending. If the servers were falling behind on bringing orders to their tables I’d grab a tray and hop in. I’d do my best to charm the pants off the customers to make sure my girls got good tips.I also ran back and forth between the bar and the red room so I could make sure all my dancers had fresh water at their vanity before and after their set.By the time midnight rolled around I was a not
CharlieThe man who’d been heckling Jasmine stood up. He was tall. Probably a couple inches over six feet. He took a step closer to me, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. I knew this move. He was trying to take the power from me by reminding me which one of us was smaller than the other.He was the one making the mistake. I didn’t back down from anyone regardless of their size.“How about you just go get me a drink, sweet lips?”Barf. Sweet lips? Who the fuck said ‘sweet lips’ anymore?People were looking at us now. The music had gotten a little quieter and the only people who weren’t looking at us were those deep in drunken conversations.I maintained my position with my arms crossed. “You have violated one of the very few rules at this establishment. I will not ask you again. Get out of my club.”“Your club?”“You heard me.”He scoffed and looked around. “Oh come on. There’s no way a pretty little thing like you runs a place like this.”“And why’s that?”He leaned in clo
BenjiI had two goals for my date with Charlie later tonight—make her laugh and keep her laughing.In a way I was being selfish because the laughter was for me. Being busy at work over the last week meant I hadn’t seen or heard from her in days and I missed the sound and the way her face lit up when she found something funny. I also missed the way she smelled; like a bouquet of fresh cut summer flowers.Our last date had been terribly fancy and not our speed at all. The waiter and all the other paying customers made us both feel out of place, so I thought it would be more fitting to take her somewhere a little more relaxed for dinner before we moved along to the next portion of the date.I picked her up shortly after six o’clock outside her apartment building.Her hair was up in a ponytail, and it swished back and forth along her back as she jogged down the stairs in front of her building to cross the sidewalk and slide into the passenger seat of my truck. She hadn’t even given me a c
BenjiFeeling a little guilty for making what felt like a wrong choice, I walked Charlie down the lengths of the kiosks to the back of the market where a narrow archway led into a hole in the wall sushi place run by a family of six. A grandmother, her daughter and husband, and their three teenage children. They greeted us with big smiles and gave us a private booth. We were served green tea while we went over the menus, and then we put in our orders and were spoiled with miso soup.Charlie lifted the bowl to her lips and slurped. I hid my smile by lifting my own bowl and doing the same.She licked her bright pink lips and I stared at her tongue. “You’re right. This might be the best miso soup I’ve ever had.”“I’m glad you like it,” I said.The rest of the meal went just as well. Charlie ordered several things from the menu that didn’t have fish in them and, once they arrived, had me try a bite of everything she had on her plate. I was surprised that it was all delicious—especially the
Harley“I can’t believe it, man,” Rick said.“I couldn’t for a while either,” Mason said. “But this is something we’ve wanted for some time now. Now it’s happening. You picked a good time to go away. I was going to ask for your help building the crib and setting up the nursery.”Rick chuckled. “Well, you have Benji for that.”The men looked at Benji. His shoulders slumped. “Yay.”Everyone laughed.“Are you going to find out the gender, or let it be a surprise in the end?” I asked Laina.She lit up like a light bulb and instinctively put her hand on her belly, even though she wasn’t showing yet. “I think we’re going to wait.”I smiled. “Beautiful.”Within the next half hour, everyone migrated to the dining-room table, which Laina had set beautifully with a white tablecloth, gold chargers, and white plates. The candles were in gold holders, and even the cutlery was gold. She had an eye for detail.While we devoured the spaghetti and meatballs, we talked about life and babies and all the
HarleyTwo Months Later“Careful,” I said as Rick took a sharp righthand turn and drove the Jeep into Mason and Laina’s driveway. The appetizer I’d thrown together slid across the backseat and bumped into the door panel. I scowled at him. “I slaved over those for fifteen minutes. Don’t ruin them before we walk in the door. I want to knock everyone’s socks off with how much of a homemaker I’ve become.”Rick killed the ignition and arched an eyebrow at me. “A homemaker? Really?”I lifted my chin. “What?”He snorted and got out of the Jeep. “Nothing. I just doubt anyone is going to think ‘homemaker’ just because you’re showing up with a plate of—what do you call these?” He opened the back door and picked up the plate covered in three layers of saran wrap.Wrapping the plate had been more difficult than whipping up the food.“They’re caprese salad skewers,” I said.I’d spent the fifteen minutes before we left sliding cherry tomatoes, bocconcini cheese, and basil leaves onto toothpicks. I
RickThe corner of her mouth twitched, giving away the beginning of a smile. “A trip, huh?”I nodded. “We can narrow it down to some destinations and start mapping it out. There’s no better time than now, right? We can get out of the city, figure out what we want, and make up for lost time. Just you and me and beaches and sand and—”“Lots of sex?”I chuckled. “That’s not what I was going to say, but I assumed it was part of the package.”Harley nodded. “That sounds like a plan to me.”“Good,” I said. “Now stay still.”She opened her mouth to ask me why but promptly shut it when I ran my hands over her shoulders and then to her breasts, which I gently massaged, loving how they felt all lathered in slippery soap.“You’re such a guy,” she said playfully.I snickered. “I know.”She let me lather her entire body in the shower. Then we switched places, and she did the same for me. Having her run her hands all over me was heavenly, and it helped me forget about the tight pain in my bruised r
RickAll the aches and pains that had plagued me on Saturday night were still with me when I woke up on Monday morning. I was lying on my back, and Harley was tucked into my side. Her cheek was on my chest, and her left leg was draped over me. Her breathing was deep and slow and soft, and I didn’t open my eyes.I just lay there and listened to her. And felt her closeness.Yesterday had been dedicated to recovering and covering our tracks from Saturday’s race. I hired a tow-truck driver to come get the Saleen and bring it back to my place, where I got it in the garage so that if the cops came looking for it, the car wasn’t sitting out somewhere. It needed a lot of work, and the downside of street racing was obviously that it didn’t have insurance. I couldn’t claim a hit and run when the car was beat to shit on both sides and the rear end.Fucking Torq.But it was just a car, and I liked working on vehicles. The Saleen would be my project for the next year or so while I figured out what
HarleyHe watched me like a hawk as I started going down to my knees, pulling his boxers down as I went.His cock sprang free, teasing and taunting me as I got comfortable below him. I gazed up at him and took his shaft in one hand, working him over softly and warming him up. His gaze was dark and heavy as I ran my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip and then swirled it around his meaty head.I drew him into my mouth, suctioning my lips around his thickness. I worked him slowly at first, taking my time, easing him into it. I knew he was hurting, and I wanted to be gentle with him.If he’d let me.He had a way of taking over halfway through and showing me who was boss. Not that I’d be mad if that happened.I swirled my tongue around his length before taking him deep in my throat and holding him there as my mouth filled with saliva. Then I bobbed my head, sucking him off hard and fast and fitting as much of him in my throat as I could take.He let me suck his cock for a long ti
HarleyIt was a wonder that the Saleen had even started back on the track, and it was even more mind blowing that it made it back to my house without losing several more pieces along the way.I parked at the back of my building in the private parking lot. I didn’t want to leave it on the curb in case any police drove by. It would be easy for them to link the Saleen to the scene down by the docks, and then we’d be done for.After parking the car, Rick had to climb out of the passenger window again. Every move he made was gentle and controlled. I knew he was hurting and hated that there was nothing I could do to take the pain away.Once he was out of the car, I climbed across the console and slipped out too. He offered me his hand, and I took it but didn’t lean on him for support. I was pretty sure he wasn’t in much of a position to be offering it in the first place.We walked soundlessly across the parking lot, our footsteps drowned out by the sound of rain pinging off the metal garbag
Rick“Fuck me fucking sideways,” I said.I couldn’t afford to waste any time. Either I was getting his ass out of the car, or I was bailing.“You owe me, motherfucker,” I said as I leaned in through the driver’s window and reached up to unclip his seatbelt.Torq crumpled to the ceiling of the car, landing across my arm beneath him. Shattered glass from the windshield bit into my bicep and forearm, but I gritted my teeth against the burn and worked to drag Torq’s ass out of the car. He was a heavy motherfucker.He started groaning.I stumbled to my feet and hauled him backward. “Work with me you fat bastard. I’m getting you out of here. Your asshole buddies bailed on you.”He mumbled something incoherent.“Yeah, I know. They’re your friends, not mine. I guess that’s what you get for being a piece of shit.”I collapsed when I had him clear of the car. I struggled to catch my breath, and my side screamed with pain. I tucked my arms under his armpits, stumbled back to my feet, and kept dr
RickI landed heavily on the wet pavement after managing to climb out through the passenger window of the Saleen. My right leg was tender and bruised from Torq driving into me, and my chest ached from the seatbelt and being jostled around roughly as I’d lost control of the car.But I was alive, nothing was broken, and there was no blood. So, overall, things were pretty good.Aside from the approaching police.I used the car to push myself to my feet, slicking my wet hair off my forehead as I rose. Then I stood and waited for the dizziness to pass. I didn’t think I’d hit my head at any point, but it sure felt like I had. Maybe it was just severe vertigo from whiplash.It didn’t matter. I could figure that out later. I had to focus on getting the hell out of there and making sure Harley was safe, too.She had a lot to lose if this race got busted, and so did I. She was everything. If I lost her, I would lose my damn mind. After all this time, we were finally together, and there was noth
HarleyBenji and Mason took off for the registration table. I swung my attention toward Rick’s car. The whole passenger side was busted up. The damage looked pretty bad, and I had no idea what sort of injuries he might have acquired. I leaned forward to look down the road.The last drivers were only twenty or so seconds away. Maybe less.“I think his door is jammed,” Laina said, nodding at Rick’s car.I narrowed my eyes. She was right. He couldn’t get out. His car was too crumpled and too fucked up for him to get the door open. I wondered if it would still run.If we had to leave it behind, it was a sure-fire way for the cops to trace the car back to Rick. Then all our dreams of starting a new life together would be over. He’d be in jail for a long time.Charlie shook my arm. “What do we do, Harley? Tell us what to do!”I swallowed and took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. We need to clear the area. Rick can handle himself. Help me get people the hell out of here. Send them off in differen