Mason “Sorry?” she asked. Ginny was smiling beside her, already catching on to what I was doing. “Go put it on. I’d like to take you out for dinner.” Benji groaned from where he was draped over the sofa. “The hits just keep coming.” Rick laughed at Laina’s brother’s expense and told him to shut up. “You’re ruining the moment.” “So what do you say?” I asked Laina, who had turned the brightest shade of pink I had ever seen on a woman before. It was adorable. She nodded. “I would love that. Just give me some time to get ready, okay? Gin, you want to get ready with me?” “Of course I do,” Ginny gushed. Both women hurried up the stairs to my bedroom, where we could hear their giggling for the next half hour as Laina got ready. Benji never said anything besides his one comment about me asking his sister out formally, and I knew he would get past it. He had to because I wasn’t going to
LainaMason was watching me as I put the seat belt on and gripped the steering wheel. I stretched out my left foot to find the clutch, which I couldn’t push down all the way due to my and Mason’s height difference. “I don’t mind if you adjust the seat,” he said. “Good,” I said loftily, reaching down under the seat to pull the lever and drag the seat forward. I tested the clutch again and nodded with approval. Then I went about the tedious process of adjusting all of his mirrors. When I was done, I shot him a sideways glance. “You’re not going to tell me how to drive a stick?” Mason chuckled as I turned the ignition. He rolled his window down and hung one arm over the ledge, letting his wrist dangle in the cool night air. “I assume you know how to drive a manual.” “Why?” He shrugged. “You’ve grown up with Benji. I can’t picture a universe where he’d be okay with his little sister not knowing how to drive a stick.”
Laina When I was hovering over his lap, Mason gathered my hair up off my face. His fingertips pressed into the back of my neck, urging me down, and I ran my tongue along the base of his shaft. His grip in my hair tightened. I went to my knees in the driver’s seat and angled toward him as I wet my lips with my tongue. Ever so slowly, I took him in my mouth, sealed my lips over his cock, and worked my way all the way down his length until I couldn’t fit any more. “Fuck,” Mason grated above me. I liked the sound of his pleasure. His breathing quickened almost immediately, and he relaxed into the seat as I began working my mouth up and down his shaft, flicking my tongue over his velvet soft tip whenever I rose to the top. It wasn’t long before Mason was running a hand down my spine. He gathered the skirt of my dress up over my hips and let the fabric gather around my waist, exposing my bare ass. If the windows weren’t tinted and somebody wer
MasonI slid the straps of Laina’s dress back up her arms before she swung her leg over and climbed back into the driver’s seat. She slumped against the back of the seat and closed her eyes. I watched her chest rise and fall and ached to be back inside her. But I had to get her home. It was late, and the rain had really started to come down. It was falling so heavily that it bounced off the hood of the car, and we could barely see farther than twenty or so feet down the street. I zipped up my pants and patted her knee. “I’ll drive.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you.” We got out of the car and traded places. After she buckled herself up, I started the car and pulled out onto the street, and we headed back to my house to find the driveway empty. “Did Rick say he was going out tonight too?” Laina asked. I parked the car and killed the headlights. The sound of rain hitting the metal frame flooded my ears. “No. I wonder
Mason “Better things?” Laina asked, cocking her head to the side. “Yeah. Things like what we did tonight.” “Go on dates?” she smiled. I nodded. “Yeah. You’re important to me too, Laina. I don’t want this thing between us to stop. For any reason. I won’t jeopardize it by being reckless on Saturday. Well, any more reckless than I usually am. I want to come back to you when it’s done.” She curled into my side. “That makes me happy.” I stroked her thick wet hair. “Saturday is a week away, you know. That gives us plenty of time to do whatever we’d like.” “Oh?” She looked up at me. “Yeah.” “Did you have something in mind?” I grinned. “I can think of a few things.” “Tell me.” “I want to spend the whole week with you. Fucking. Kissing. Lying in bed all day. Making you breakfast.” I pushed her down onto the sofa and pinned her beneath me. “I want to ta
LainaMason came into the bathroom on Saturday morning as I was blow-drying my hair. He gave me a pat on the ass and looked me up and down before brushing his teeth. I finished drying my hair and brushed it out as toothpaste gathered in the corners of his mouth. He made the okay symbol with his fingers as he checked me out again. I laughed at his approval of my outfit, just skinny jeans and a gray tee. I had on a gold necklace and bracelets to spruce it up a bit, but it was pretty simple. He spat and rinsed. “Where are you off to?” “Ginny and I have plans for brunch. And I need the distraction before the race tonight.” He came and rested his hands on my hips. “I could distract you all day if that’s what you want.” I pushed lightly at his chest. “Ginny wouldn’t appreciate being ditched just so I could fuck.” “I think she’d understand,” he said as he leaned in and kissed all up the side of my neck with his soft, war
Laina I bit my bottom lip as a smile stretched my cheeks. “Yeah. If he’ll let me, I’d like to.” “He’ll let you. He’s super into you, Laina. I can tell. I’ve caught him looking at you the same way I look at wine. It’s a match made in heaven.” “I’m glad you can compare our chemistry to your relationship with wine.” “And cheese. I don’t discriminate.” I shook my head and laughed at her. “Thanks, Gin. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re always there to talk me down from the ledge.” “And I always will be.” “Cheers to that,” I said, lifting my glass. Ginny and I tapped the edges of our glasses together, and by the time we’d set them back down, our food had been delivered. I busied myself with cutting up the vegetables in my skillet, and as I lifted my first bite to my mouth, I froze. My vision blurred for a second, and nausea rolled through my gut. “Are you okay?”
MasonBenji’s face looked a hell of a lot better than it had just days ago. He stepped into the shade of my garage and joined me and Rick, who were standing and admiring the Boxster while we sipped our beers. I grabbed one for Benji and tossed it to him. He cracked it open, took a swig, and nodded at the car. “She good to go?” “Yep,” I said. Benji nodded. “And you? You’re ready?” I smirked. “Look who you’re talking to. Of course I’m ready.” Benji and Rick shared a look. “Don’t be a pair of wussies,” I said. “It’s one more race. We can’t back down now. I won’t. This is my chance to—” “We know,” Rick said. “Take back your title. Believe me, we know. It’s all we’ve heard about for the last few weeks. I’ll be happy to put this shit behind us for good.” I shrugged. “Suit yourself.” My phone started buzzing in my pocket as Benji and my brother chatted about the Boxster. It was an unkn
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