They were all so dumbfounded by my sudden appearance and my acting like the world was ending that Weston didn’t even question being in the passenger seat of his own truck. I threw the truck in reverse and almost ran Sam over as I peeled out of the parking space. He had to jump out of the way but I just put it in drive and sped away.
“What is happening?” Weston gripped the dash in front of him as I took a turn on what felt like two wheels. “Jesus! Fuck, Cassidy! Slow down. What’s going on?”
I honked at a group of students walking too slow as they crossed the road and then hit the gas as soon as they were out of the way. It turned out I wasn’t a great driver in a truck that size. It didn’t help that my body was on fire for the very confused men grasping at the safety straps around me. “You took up for me.”
Swerving around a bus, I went over a curb and flew up out of my seat for a second. I slammed back down and kept going like nothing had happened.
Hayes screamed when I took out a mailbox. “Cassidy! How the fuck did you get your license? Is this how you drive?!”
I turned onto the road to their house and drove faster with nothing in my way. “You took up for me. I want- No, Ineedto be somewhere alone with you guys right now. Somewhere that someone won’t be able to sneak a photograph of us this time.”
There were already several trucks parked outside their house and I swiped one of their bumpers as I slammed to a stop just in front of their garage door. Looking back at them I let out a little laugh when I saw they were breathing hard and still clutching their straps. I watched as their faces changed when they understood my meaning and why I’d sped like a lunatic to get to their house.
Weston leaned over and grabbed my face to kiss me until I was breathless and squeezing my thighs together. “You’re fucking hot and I’m going to race my brothers up to my room like a little kid to get to you first but you’re a terrible fucking driver and if you ever try to drive my truck again I’ll hogtie your ass and toss you in the back.”
“Whatever you say. Just hurry up!”
45
***Cass***
Iraced up the sidewalk and let myself into their house but froze when I found multiple people moving around with kegs of beer. Weston bumped into me from behind and had to lock his arm around my waist to keep me from falling forward.
“Fuck. There’s supposed to be a party here tonight.” Hayes moved around us and I got ready to put my wanton ways on ice for at least a few hours. “Plans have changed, everybody! Party’s canceled! Take the kegs and head out!”
I looked back at him and found him gazing back at me with fire in his eyes. I started to tell him that they didn’t have to do that but I didn’t want to. I wanted them to kick everyone out to be with me. I wanted to be that important.
“What? You sure, man? Half the school is-”
Weston picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “We’re sure. We’ve got plans.”
The same guy laughed. “Alright. You got it.”
“Tell everyone to go to RJ’s house. He’ll be good with it.” Cash slapped my ass as he rushed towards the stairs. “Lock up when you leave!”
“Have a good night, bro. Good game!”
Weston was already charging up the stairs with me over his shoulder. “No running away this time, Cassidy.”
It was hard to sound righteous while hanging upside down but I tried. “I didn’t run away. I had plans. And I’m the one who initiated this right now. If it were up to you three we’d still be chatting with your lovely father in the parking lot before taking a jolly old drive around town to get milkshakes.”
“Milkshakes?” Hayes scoffed. “You’re asking for it, Strawberry.”
“I know! That’s the whole point of this. I’m asking for it!” I laughed wildly when Weston made it to his room and threw me on the bed. I bounced and came up on my knees to watch them prowling towards me. “What’s a girl have to do to get some attention around here? Oh, lock the door. If there are ever pictures of this, I want them to come from us and stay with us.”
Cash growled as he closed in on me. “You want pictures?”
“Later. Not tonight.” I bit my lip. “Maybe not. I don’t know. I just think they’d be hot, you know?”
He ripped his shirt over his head and smirked when my eyes went to his tattoos. “You’re a little pervert, aren’t you?”
I licked my lips and shrugged. “Seems like it.”
Weston reached out and snagged me, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His hands slipped under the sides of the jersey I had on and worked it up and over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a bra in the oversized shirt and he groaned when he saw my bare chest. “Damn. I’d almost convinced myself that your tits couldn’t be as perfect as I remembered. But look at you. So sexy.”
I used the distraction to push him away so I could climb off the bed and sink to my knees. My heart raced as I knelt there,tangled between desire and fear of judgement. I knew what I wanted. That was hardly ever the issue. I was just terrified of the response. What would they think of me?
Hayes appeared in front of me and used a single finger to lift my face. “Second thoughts?”
