“About rehab? Yeah.”
“Is that…all he told you?”
At his almost wary question, I squint at him. “Why?” I’m met with silence. “Julien,” I say when he doesn’t answer.
The loud growl of an engine coming up the road drowns out our conversation. My head swivels around at the familiar sound, and my jaw literally drops when I see who is behind the wheel of the frostbite-blue Hellcat Redeye.
What the hell?He didn’t…but I’m gawking at the proof that he did.
The Hellcat emits a throaty purr as it rolls onto the track and settles into silence when the engine shuts off. A hush sweeps through the crowd before excitement crackles in the air like a live wire, drawing onlookers in. Conversations pause. Heads turn.
Fallon steps out, the track lights casting a golden glow on his tousled dark-blond hair. He leans lazily against the door, one Timberland-booted foot crossed over the other and arms folded over his muscular chest. That smirk—the one that’s equal parts trouble and seductive promise—tilts his mouth when his gaze snags mine, and my stomach tightens in response.
“Is that—?” Julien starts, but I don’t wait for the rest.
I’m off the tailgate in a heartbeat, feet hitting the ground as I weave through the crowd, my pulse hammering with each step.
“Where did you get this?” I circle the Hellcat once, drinking in every wicked line of the gorgeous car, its muscle-bound frame promising sheer, unrelenting speed.
This wasn’t in his garage. I would have noticed. Fallon veers more toward European models and luxury vanity cars, not American muscle.
“Bought it today.” He hooks his fingers around the belt loops of my shorts, and with a swift tug, he pulls me flush to him. His body heat immediately infuses my skin when we press together.
“Why?”
Charlotte prances over, Grant and Christopher in tow with Julien and Elijah not far behind.
“Damn. Nice.” Christopher whistles low, already making his way to the front.
Fallon reaches through the open window and pops the hood. Marcus and Hannah squeeze in beside Christopher, Charlotte, and Grant, jostling for a better look at the beast beneath.
“Jesus,” Marcus mutters, peering around the hood. “How much horsepower?”
Fallon’s palm skims up my neck to my cheek, and the heels of my feet lift off the ground to meet his kiss, only to stop short when he replies, “Over a thousand.”
“Over a thousand?”
He grins.
“Hennessey upgrade?” Marcus guesses.
Fallon nods.
“Damn.”
“Hey, Fal,” Elijah greets him.
Fallon holds up his finger for him to wait, and I finally get the kiss I’ve been desperate for. His mouth claims mine, slow and sweet at first, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The moment his lips part mine, heat flares, sharp and all-consuming, until I’m left breathless, dizzy, and aching.
Julien throws his arm around Elijah and snuggles him to his side. “Are you racing tonight?”
“That’s the plan,” Fallon replies, but the way he says it instantly has me suspicious.
A little confused, I make the mistake of asking, “You are?”
He smiles down at me, mischief dancing behind his light-blue eyes. “Yeah.”
“Against who?” That’s my second mistake.
