Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
I pulled her panties down next, stuffing them into my back pocket. She laughed softly, her breasts moving as she did so, drawing my eyes down to them momentarily.
I stood back up to my full height, a smirk twisting my lips. “You’re really sure about this?” I asked her.
She nodded at me. “I swear to God, Lincoln, if you stop now—”
I cut her off when I threw her over my shoulder, making her squeak in surprise as I strode down the hall toward my bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed, watching as she bounced on the mattress, her eyes wide with surprise. “Are you a virgin?” I asked her.
She shook her head at me. “Good,” I grumbled. “On your knees. I want your chest flat on the bed,” I ordered.
Something flashed in her eyes, but she smothered it. “Bossy much?” she teased.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You wanted your distraction, so do what you’re told,” I ordered.
She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. I strode forward and gripped her hips, flipping her onto her belly, and then pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, her chest flat on the bed just as I wanted her. I finished stripping out of my clothes and got on the bed behind her after rolling on a condom.
I leaned over her back, pushing her hair to the side so I could meet her eyes. I could practically feel her nervousness, and I knew she hated not being in control, hated not knowing what was happening next.
I didn’t want her to be afraid or nervous. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I knew I was about to.
“Trust me, West,” I told her gruffly as I let the tips of my fingers trail down her spine, making her body shudder beneath me.
She swallowed hard and nodded. I positioned my tip at her entrance, and then, I pushed forward. “Oh, fuck,” she choked out at the same time I let out a loud groan.
God, she felt perfect wrapped around me.
And it was at that moment that I knew.
I was fucked for any other woman.
West was it.
And I’d fucked myself over because all she wanted was no-strings sex.
3
West
The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked onto the familiar lot of cars, watching everyone place their bets on the next race. I hadn’t been there in almost three years, yet nothing had changed. I noticed most of the racers, watching as they did last-minute checks under their hoods, something that I used to do for them.
Now? I just wanted to watch and keep to the shadows. I just wanted to feel the vibration of their engines in my chest, to just be close, even if I couldn’t be part of it. I needed some normalcy, a way to clear my head.
I kept to the side of the lot near the fence, making sure my hood kept my face covered so no one would recognize me. I had to get away somewhere—somewhere familiar—but without Jessie’s keen eyes. He could tell something was bothering me, and every time he looked at me, it felt like he was looking right into my soul.
I hated it as much as I loved it.
Ever since Lincoln had fucked me in his bed a couple of nights ago, I had been avoiding the fucking garage like the plague, telling Jessie I had a lot of school work to do, lots of studying, though I knew Jessie could tell that was bullshit. I could tell he knew something was up, but I couldn’t bring myself to be around Lincoln after the hot sex we shared.
The sex had been fucking incredible. Over and over, in so many positions.
Trust me, West.
Fuck, how many times had he uttered that to me when I’d gotten nervous, unsure of what he was going to do next?
The care he’d shown me that day was unchartered territory for me. He knew what I needed without me saying a fucking word. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry for more information.
These feelings weren’t supposed to rise up. Jessie was supposed to be the only person I relied on for support, the only person I turned to in my time of need. Because he was the only person I knew I could truly trust.
Things were beginning to shift, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
I watched the next two cars line up, a small smile gracing my lips. I missed the fucking racing scene, missed the adrenaline of switching the gears as I inched past my opponent.
But racing would now be a fucking violation of my goddamn probation if I got caught. Normally, as long as you didn’t have alcohol or drugs in your system, you were good.
But if you were like me and were on probation and every cop in town hated your guts, you would just get carted off to jail.