Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,99

and he grimaces slightly, like he knows he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. But that grimace, that cringing, that who me? look is what makes him so goddamn sexy. “We all take risks for the betterment of Havoc, I suppose.”

“Yeah, well,” Aaron starts with a small laugh, leaning back in the seat and running his palm over the leather, like he’s as impressed with Hael Harbin as I am. “Pretty sure that boot would give me away. I know we haven’t talked much about what, exactly, happened during the shooting but—”

“You beat a guy to death with a metal trash can?” I interrupt, and Aaron snorts at me.

“Okay, well, yeah, there is that.” He glances my way, studying the beautiful red wig I’m wearing with interest. Makes me wonder if we can’t incorporate something like this into our sex life. What is it that Megan Thee Stallion says in “WAP”? Switch my wig and make him feel like he’s cheating? Yep, something like that. Since I’d rather gouge my own eyes out with a spoon than share my men, I could spice things up with a wig every now and again. “One of the shooters that came into my bio class got away. He most definitely saw the boot. I figured I’d rather risk reinjuring it than getting caught.”

“Probably a smart choice,” I agree reluctantly, flexing my fingers around the steering wheel as I follow Hael in the Camaro, Victor trailing behind us. Cal and Oscar are with Hael, giving me and Aaron a moment to be alone. I can sense that he’s still watching me, taking in the lacey glove on my left hand—can’t exactly walk into a rival club with the word HAVOC inked onto my knuckles—and the way-too-short skirt with the garters underneath.

“If something goes wrong tonight, I just want you to know that even if I would’ve preferred it if you left Springfield altogether … I don’t regret the time we’ve spent together.”

“Don’t be so fatalistic,” I snort, but Aaron’s got a point. If this works, it’ll be quick, painless, easy. If it doesn’t … well, I’ve gotten used to living on the edge of a knife. Lately, that’s all we’ve been doing. If this works out though, we’re likely to get a few months of downtime. Maxwell will see that Havoc is truly a threat, that he isn’t so invincible as he thinks. With Trinity working the faux fiancée angle, Ophelia tamed, Maxwell mollified by the promise of a big cash influx, we might actually get to finish out our senior year with little disturbance.

“Well, I’m trying not to be,” Aaron says with one of those sexy boy next door grins, the ones that are floppy and sweet and completely irresistible. I like it even better because it’s paired with ink and a ruthless need to protect, to save, to shelter. He broke his fucking hand to get back to me. He killed a man in the woods with no weapon of his own. He took care of Kali when I failed to do it myself. “I like being with you too much to die yet. Besides, after hearing all this ass play crap, I feel like I’m missing out.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” I smack him with my right hand, keeping my gloved left one firmly attached to the wheel. Hael speeds up and takes a corner so tight that he cuts across the edge of someone’s lawn; I make sure to follow along exactly. There’s no room for error here. We have to stay together, and we have to outrun our little copper friends. “Remember the first time we tried anal?”

“I try not to,” Aaron says, but there’s a warmth in his voice that tells me he doesn’t care that we were fumbling, inexperienced idiots. It was still fun, I’ll admit it. But it was also way more intimate than I’d expected. I remember looking up at him and seeing this expression of bliss and wonder on his face. “Remember when Kali tried to tell you that anal sex didn’t count as sex?”

I laugh my ass off at that one; I’d forgotten she’d ever said that. How goddamn stupid. Anyone that says anal sex isn’t sex needs to have their fucking head examined.

“Do you …” I start as we near the racetrack and I see Aaron’s eyes flick to the windshield. He takes in the quiet night and the muddy stretch of track with a slight grimace. Poor Aaron. He’s had it