gentle kisses. “Want me to stop?”
I looked into his green eyes and forced myself to relax. How could I when he thought of me even he was damn near feral?
“Please don’t.”
Vaughn wasted no time resuming his rhythm, and when I came, I did indeed scream for him.
IF PIP-SQUEAK NOTICED ME SWEATING bullets the next morning, she didn’t let on as she nibbled on her toast in my lap. I wondered how much longer I had before the shit hit the fan. Tyra wasn’t stupid. She knew something was up, but like me, she was avoiding the storm headed our way. We were alone in the kitchen, cuddled together while watching the sunrise over the lake, and trying not to stare too hard at the picnic table. I imagined many times how popping pip’s cherry would go, but I never imagined it being…weird.
The reason sauntered into the kitchen a moment later with a freshly scrubbed face and a treacherous smile. “Morning!”
Neither of us spoke back as Selena poured herself a cup of coffee. Had I known she’d be the first one up, I would have spiked it with something strong enough to eat away at her black heart. Tyra would never forgive me, but what else was new? I was already sailing down that creek with nothing but my dick in my hand.
“Last night was wild, huh?”
“If you say we should do it again sometime, I’m going to waste good coffee boiling your eyeballs—sis.”
Selena’s lips formed a surprised O as she blinked stupidly at her sister. “What the hell is your problem?”
Before Tyra could answer, Bee stumbled into the kitchen, and Selena became engrossed in her phone. I wasn’t surprised to find her alone since waking the dead was easier than getting Jamie up before noon. “Morning.” Her sleepy gaze traveled the kitchen until it landed on Tyra and me. “You two made up?” she questioned, grinning now. The hopeful look in her eyes warmed me and made me feel like shit all at the same time. Tyra and I had called a truce, but it wouldn’t last for long. Not when she found out that I made out with her sister.
I felt pip-squeak tense and knew what her answer would be, so squeezing her hip, I spoke before she could. “Yup. Last night.” Tyra was so pissed that she was damn near shaking as she tried to rise from my lap. Leaning forward, I locked my arm around her waist under the guise of reaching for my coffee cup. “Stop wiggling your ass,” I whispered when she kept trying to break free. “Unless you want to go upstairs for round two?”
“Fuck you.”
“You sure did, pip. Rocked my world, too.”
The sound of someone choking and then liquid spilling had me looking up and seeing Bee’s wide eyes and flaming cheeks as she hurried to wipe the hot coffee from her chin. She’d heard every word, which meant by the end of the day, everyone else would know, too, that Tyra and I had fucked.
“So,” Bee said as she set her coffee mug down. “I guess I’ll hit the shower before anyone else wakes up.”
I sighed, not bothering to waste my breath, asking her not to blab. Tyra seemed to feel the same way because her only reaction was to stare at her half-eaten toast. Bee made for the exit, and Selena paused mid-selfie to watch her go.
“What’s her problem?” she grumbled only to be ignored once again.
Standing from my chair, I abandoned my coffee and Tyra’s toast and carried her ninety-pound sack-of-flour ass upstairs to shower. Pretty soon, the entire house was awake, and shortly after that, we were off to the race.
“Fuuuuuck,” Jamie grumbled as he glowered behind his shades. “Why are there so many people here?”
We were lounging on the collapsible chairs we brought, watching the scene while Four attended some mandatory meeting before the practice run and finally, the race. I had no idea where everyone else had wandered off to. Trailers and tents littered almost every inch of free space, and over three hundred bystanders crowded the little area that was left—twice as many people as there had been when Four raced in New Jersey.
“Maybe they’re really into motocross around here.”
Lips curled, Jamie didn’t seem willing to accept that explanation, sending some blonde that had been admiring him from afar scampering for the safety of her tent. I made a mental note to bring one next time—the tent, not the blonde—as the sun beat down on me.