HarleyNobody had ever looked at me the way Rick was looking at me right now.His gaze was hot, dark, and deep, but there was a soft fondness to the way his eyes rolled over me, starting at my eyes and working their way across my cheeks, over my nose, and to my lips, where they lingered for some time. I was more than a little aware of how sharp my breathing had become.Somehow, he made me burn with need without even touching me, with just a look.His eyes left my lips and made their way down my neck and over my chest. I lifted my arms over my head when he reached out to take off my top. It fell to the floor between our feet, and he raked his eyes over my breasts, which were pushed up to my chin in a ruby-red push-up bra. He cupped them in his strong hands and massaged them, pushing my senses into overdrive.He smelled like blood, pine, and sandalwood. His knuckles were bruised but not split, and I held him to me when he bowed his head to trace his lips across my cleavage. I needed him
HarleyI flinched with every tap, and my knees nearly buckled. Rick pulled away, and I tilted my head back, watching him as he teased and tortured me.I licked my lips. “I want you to start slow.”“Mm hmm.”“And deep.”“And?” he asked.I rolled my hips, dragging my clit over his fingers. “And then I want you to stroke my clit until I come. Then, when I’m dripping and swollen, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can until you come, too.” I reached up to trace his jaw with shaking fingertips. “Do you think you can handle that?”He eased his finger inside me. “Start slow,” he said, recalling my instructions with ease. His lips were parted, and his eyes bored into me as he worked his finger in and out of me in a slow, steady, tantalizing rhythm. “And deep.”“Yes,” I breathed as he pushed in deeper, stretching me and reaching up toward my G-spot. I moaned as he gave me another thick digit. “Just like that.”He slid his fingers in and out, and with every stroke, he r
RickI had no sense of time when I woke up on Sunday morning. It was day, but the light streaming through the partially open curtains was gray and dull, promising a gloomy day. Rain pattered against the window, and I knew that was what had woken me. With every passing minute that I lay on my back with my eyes closed, it rained harder.It was a soothing thing to wake up to.I’d slept well. Better than I expected, given the condition of my body.I lifted a hand to press gingerly at my ribs on my right side. There was pain, sure, but it wasn’t the intense, burning, sharp pain that it had been yesterday.I opened my eyes and lifted my head to inspect the bruise. It was dark purple with yellowing around the edges. Just a normal bruise.My head was aching horribly, but that was to be expected after the couple punches I’d taken. My lip didn’t feel swollen anymore. Overall, I felt better than I thought I would.I owed that to Harley.She’d been a fucking rock star last night, both in dealing
RickI shrugged one shoulder. It hurt less than using both. “I’m not sure. I’m not going to let them stop me from racing, if that’s what you mean. This is my home. My city. I’ll be damned if I let Torq roll in here and treat this place like it’s his damn playground.”“And if he shows his face at the race on Saturday?”“I’ll be ready for him. And I’ll have backup.”Harley licked her lips after eating another strawberry. I watched her tongue roll across her teeth and disappear back into her mouth. “So, you’re taking my advice? You’re going to talk to Mason and Benji?”“Of course.”“Good.”“I’ll need to make sure they have my back so you don’t have to get involved again. Torq is a bad guy, Harley. I know why you did what you did last night, and I appreciate the hell out of it, but I don’t want you anywhere near this guy. Please tell me you understand and you don’t think I’m being a misogynistic asshole.”Harley frowned. “I don’t think you’re being a misogynistic asshole.”“But?”“But not
HarleyI hadn’t wanted to leave Rick’s place on Sunday afternoon. He was still hurt, with a messed-up side and a headache, but he assured me he was just fine and that I couldn’t cancel the plans I’d made to go for dinner and drinks with Charlie and Laina that evening.So, after some vigorous sex in his bed and then more in the shower, he dropped me and my registration equipment at my apartment so I could get ready.Now I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to find my favorite cardigan. Laina and Charlie were waiting for me outside. Laina had offered to drive, and Charlie and I had jumped at the offer. I was holding us up.I gave up hunting for my sweater and opted for a cropped denim jacket to pair with my black leggings, white sneakers, and gray V-neck. I shook out my curls one last time, slapped on some lip gloss, and left my place to rush down the stairs and out across the grass to meet them in Laina’s car.I slid into the backseat.“Took you long enough,
HarleyLaina and Charlie exchanged a look. Then Charlie turned back toward me. “And? Who is it?”I sighed. “You remember how he said he ran into some trouble with some guys in LA?” They nodded. “Well, that’s who he thinks it is. He’s pretty sure. And it makes sense. I mean, who else out here would go after him like that? Nobody.”Charlie rubbed her jaw. “That’s insane. They followed him all the way here from LA?”“Yep,” I said, finishing off my Bellini.“So they really hate his guts.” Laina grimaced.“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. “I mean, he did win the car the guy had his heart set on and a lot of cash that I think Torq was confident would be his.”“Torq?” Charlie asked.I told them everything Rick had told me about Torq. They listened enraptured until I was done, at which point the server returned with our spinach dip. Charlie and I ordered another drink, and all of us dug into the cheesy concoction before us. It was heaven on a plate.After we inhaled the spinach dip, we ordered a co
RickThere was one downside to being the guy seeing the race coordinator of The Streets. And that was the fact that I had to arrive at the races much earlier than I was used to—as in, before anyone else showed up.Harley had picked the location for the first race over four weeks ago and had kept it very hush-hush until this morning, when she sent out a blast communication to all the drivers and their entourages, telling them to meet down at Owl’s Head Park at midnight. She’d been pinning everything down over the week to make sure there wouldn’t be any police in the area the night of the race, and once everything was confirmed, she finalized everything.Harley and I had arrived at eleven o’clock that night. The park had cleared out long before then. There were a few cars lingering around, hosting teenagers with no other place to pull over and make out, but even they were gone by the time midnight rolled around.Harley and I set up the registration table together.It was a bit odd to be
RickMason looked over at me. “Yeah. Didn’t you know?”“No,” I said. “I mean, I had an idea that she missed me while I was gone, but I didn’t think the word ‘pining’ was the right one to describe it.”Mason scoffed. “Dude, she never wanted you to leave in the first place. And this is the happiest she’s been since you left. Seriously, I’m not blowing smoke up your ass.”I looked over at Harley. She was standing with the other girls. A smile played on her lips, and she flicked her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes shifted over toward me, and we locked gazes. Her smile stretched, and it was contagious, making me smile in turn.Mason rolled his eyes. “Good God, man. Try to keep it in your pants, will you?” He shook me again and slapped my chest.“Will you quit that shit?” I barked, slipping out from under his arm and rubbing at my bruised side. “I got my ass kicked last week, remember?”He shrugged. “Don’t be a baby.”“Fuck off, Mason.”Benji rolled his eyes. “Gentlemen, really? Are we eve