Mason The nurse at the desk on the first floor directed me to Rick’s room as Casey had promised. I found him in a room of his own, still unconscious, and collapsed into the chair beside his bed. He looked rough. He looked like he’d been in a battle for his life. His nose had been broken, and he had two black eyes. The doctors had put a brace over his nose and secured it with thin white strips of medical tape. His bottom lip was split open, his jaw was bruised, and I could also see bruises along his forearms, likely from blocking punches. “Fuck, man,” I breathed as I looked my brother over. I was having terrible flashbacks of sitting with him in this very same hospital the night he’d been shot. This wasn’t as terrifying because his life wasn’t hanging in the balance, but the beeping monitors and the bandages and the blood were enough of a trigger to have me feeling some of that same anxiety. Laina arrived a good ten minutes after I had. S
LainaThe coffee shop I met Ginny at on Tuesday morning was our usual meetup spot. They served the best chai tea lattes, my favorite, and the pastries were made in-house fresh every morning. Today I was treating myself to a cinnamon roll coated with a thick layer of cream cheese icing. They’d warmed it up for me, as they always did, and as I cut through the doughy goodness, a waft of cinnamon and sugar rose up to meet me with the steam I unleashed from the center. Ginny sipped her hazelnut latte. “So is Rick out of the hospital then?” I had just finished filling her in on everything that happened on Sunday morning. I had told her he was jumped, and his memory was still pretty foggy. All he could remember was that he was cut off when he turned down a side street and boxed in when another car pulled in behind him. He’d locked his doors, but one of the guys broke the passenger window open, and they dragged him out. Then they waled on him until he passe
Laina “You’re so full of shit!” “Ginny!” “What?” I covered my face with my hands and fought the urge to smile. Ginny was giggling, and my cheeks were getting hotter by the second. I hadn’t ever had a one-night stand in my life—not that I was entirely sure that’s what Saturday night was. I hadn’t spoken to Mason since Sunday and was giving him space to get his shit together for the upcoming race. Naturally, space meant I had no clue where he and I stood. And if this was a one-night stand, I didn’t want to talk about it. But if it wasn’t… Ginny pulled my hands away from my face. “Why are you embarrassed?” “I’m not.” “You’re bright pink,” she said flatly. “I don’t know,” I said, slumping backward. My chair creaked beneath me. “I just… I wasn’t expecting Saturday night to happen. Now that it has, I’m a bit thrown off. Things were easy between me and Mason before. We were friends. I
MasonWhen I got up on Tuesday morning, it was to the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. I threw my blankets off, pulled on a pair of loose sweats, and padded downstairs to the living room. Rick had crashed on my couch the last couple of nights since getting out of the hospital, so it was covered in blankets and several pillows. The bed in my guest room wasn’t comfortable for him because the mattress was too soft, and with his aching back and kinked neck, he favored the couch. I found him in the kitchen putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. He glanced up when I opened the fridge and helped myself to a glass of orange juice. “Morning,” he said. His voice was more nasally than usual due to the broken nose. “Morning. How are you feeling this morning?” He shrugged one shoulder and peered down into the toaster. He’d always been impatient when it came to his food in the morning. As young kids, we would fight to get to the toaster
Mason I scratched my chin. Rick came in from the bathroom after his shower. He had his towel wrapped around his waist, and he looked over at me, curious about the call. I sighed. “Yeah. I’m in.” “Fuck yeah. I’ll tell him. I’m going to keep the car at my place, and I’ll bring it for you on Saturday. I think it would be smart to keep this low-key. Sid and Mark think you don’t have a car—at least, I’m assuming they think that because let’s be real, they’re most likely the ones who jumped your brother.” I glanced up at Rick. At his bruised jaw, black eyes, busted nose, split lip, and bruised ribs. “Yeah. Most likely.” “Let’s let them keep thinking you’re out of the race until the last minute. Then maybe we can avoid whatever crazy shit they might try to throw at you if they think you’re driving on Saturday.” “Good plan, Benji. Thanks for getting on this.” “No problem, man.” I considered asking him about La
LainaI smiled as Rick’s breathing deepened, and he began snoring. After gorging himself on the Thai food I’d brought over, he’d slid sideways on the sofa, becoming more and more horizontal with every passing minute until he was lying on his back. We’d talked about the bar and how much fun it had been and the upcoming race on Saturday until Rick went quiet and dozed off. “He sleeps like a log lately,” Mason muttered as he shook his head at his brother. “I imagine he would. He’s still recovering. And he had a concussion so getting a lot of sleep is important.” Mason nodded as he started putting all the lids back on the containers and packing up the Thai food. I helped him and stacked everything up before tucking it back in the bag I’d brought it over in. We took everything into the kitchen. The leftovers were put in the fridge, and the dishes were placed in the sink. I started running the hot water and filled the right side with soapy wat
LainaI got to work at the restaurant twenty-five minutes early for my shift. It gave me time to change into my uniform, black jeans, a black short-sleeved button-up, and black heels, and also put on some lipstick. Tips were tips, and having a pop of color seemed to earn me a couple extra bucks by the end of the night. A couple of other waitresses who were also waiting for the shift change started trickling in as I sat in the break room thinking about that kiss in Mason’s kitchen. If I thought on it hard enough, I could still feel the warmth of his hands in my back pockets. It was pleasant. I wanted to be back there, trapped between his arms, being kissed. He made me feel more alive than I had in ages. The way he held and touched me and teased me lit little fires in my veins. They were still burning now. By the time my shift started, I was doing everything in my power to stop thinking about Mason. He was a huge distraction. I tied my apron around my
MasonBenji glanced over at me when we stopped at a red light. “So you’re sure you’re okay with fifteen grand?” “Once I see the car, I’ll know for sure.” Benji nodded. The light turned green, and he pulled away from the line, and then took the first right-hand turn, which brought us down a residential street. We drove a few blocks down where the houses got nicer and nicer until we arrived outside an old white and black colonial-style house. Benji pulled up to the curb and put his car in park. “This is the one.” I whistled. “Nice place.” “Right?” We both got out of the car and walked up the long driveway to the door on the side of the garage. The guy Benji had been in contact with, Tobias, had told us to come in through the garage. His kids were home and having a birthday party, and he didn’t want strangers showing up. So we knocked once, and then Benji opened the door. I followed him inside. The guy ha
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