“She’s been dead a long goddamn time. And I’ve been alive, but I’ve been dead right alongside her until—”
“Until what, King?”
“Until you.”
Something snaps inside King, like it has so many times before, and he wraps his hands around my shoulders and pulls my body into his. He slams his mouth against mine and pushes his tongue past my lips, spearing me, owning me, and I’m his to claim.
He slips his hand underneath one of the spaghetti straps of my dress and slides it off my shoulder. The soft cotton material slides down my breast, exposing me to him, and he cups the mound in his hand, flicking his thumb over the hard tip as he kisses me. Then he trails his mouth over my cheek and down the side of my neck, making me squirm, and he lifts my breast so he can take me into his mouth. I arch back so he can take more of me. The delicious pressure is building inside me, and I can’t take it. I need him. Now.
He lets me go and then straightens to his full height, spinning us around so that my back is pressed up against the door of his SUV. My eyes catch on his, and I watch the hazel darken as he grips the hem of my dress in his fist and slowly drag it up over my thighs, exposing my lace panties to him.
“Are you wet, Adrienne?”
“You know I am.”
“And who is this pussy wet for?”
“You,” I whisper, and then he dips his hand down the front of my panties, straight to the very heart of me, and drives two fingers in, taking me to my tiptoes. “Yes.”
I hold on to his shoulder as he pumps his fingers into me over and over, driving me higher and higher, as fast as he can make me go. I’m seconds away from flying apart, when he quickly withdraws his fingers, making me cry out.
And then he turns me so that my front is pressed up against the car. The cool glass of the window stings my hard nipple, and I hear him working his belt and his fly from behind me. He lifts my skirt up over my ass and pulls my panties down around my upper thighs, trapping my legs together.
He tips my hips back just a bit, and I feel the tip of him at my opening for only a second before he drives all the way in, making me gasp as he bites out a curse. With my legs pinned this way, I feel every hard inch of him deep inside me.
“Yes,” I pant. “More.”
He slides out almost all the way and then thrusts back in. His movements are hard and sharp. I feel the bite of the rough way he’s taking me, and I want it. I need it. After everything that happened, the secret that was spilled, I think we both need to feel something raw and real.
He pushes his hand under the front of my skirt and finds my clit. It’s hard for him to maneuver his way between my legs with how tight my undies have me held still, but King manages to do it. He drags his fingertip against me where I need him the most as he pounds into me from behind, fucking me with an honest brutality.
“King,” I gasp, and it’s not long before I come around him in an earth-shattering way that turns my world upside down.
He pumps into me again and again. I brace myself against the side of the car, because my legs have long since turned to Jell-O, and the car and his cock feel like the only things holding me up right now. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And then he drives deep inside me, as deep as he can get, and buries his face in the side of my neck, my hair drowning out his groan in the night as he empties himself into me.
Our harsh breathing is the only sound in the air as we stand there, still connected in the most intimate of ways. He places a gentle kiss to my neck and then pulls out. I hate the distance that I feel growing between us, and yet, it feels like once again, everything has changed.
King leans forward and pulls up my panties before smoothing my skirt down around my hips. He takes my hand and leads me to the passenger side of his SUV and loads me up, and he drives me back to the hotel.
We spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, never knowing that when everything between us exploded in the tavern parking lot in small-town East Texas, when he shared with me his secrets and fucked me savagely, we had an audience.
A dangerous man with an ax to grind.
Chapter 14
Stuck in that hell
Three days later
Las Vegas, Nevada
Iclimb out of my car at the practice track and hand my helmet to Amy as Luna preps the car to tow it off the track. I pull each of my arms across my chest and stretch to loosen the kinks. It’s no use.
This week is the Las Vegas Grand Prix, the last race I need to win to gain control of DHR. This is also the race Bobby and I are both in. Sometimes, I think my dad has a twisted sense of humor. I think he’s turning up the heat to see if I can stand the fire. Or maybe he just wants to see if I’ll say uncle and walk away, like Bobby said I should, before he hands our family legacy over to a man instead of the actual heir. At this point, I have no idea.
We’re all here in Las Vegas—my mom, my dad, Candy, Bobby, both DHR crews, and King and his men. For such a large city, it’s feeling a little overcrowded. That could also be because things did change in Texas between King and me. I was right when I said it felt like everything altered in that parking lot. He still protects me every day, but where we justlivedin close quarters before, now, we’re just…close. We share more thoughts, although not freely, and we eat meals together. We make love every night until we both fall asleep together. And he stays all through the night.
