Page 49 of Spurred On

Chapter Nine

They made love five times that night—each more exquisite than the last. Each time, Sidney was wracked with guilt. But the fact was, she had no intention of being in any kind of relationship with Cody. This thing—whatever it was—was only for the weekend. And after this she would never see him again.

Surely that wasn’t being too unfaithful to her friend. Was it?

Aside from which, if Cody was at all interested in Porsche, wouldn’t he have made some kind of move? In all the years he’d known her?

And if he was attracted to Porsche but was deterred by Ford’s threats . . . he wasn’t good enough for her. Porsche deserved better.

Lame justifications aside, Sidney was utterly sated—and feeling like a worm—when she woke up in Claire’s bed the next morning coiled in Cody’s arms. It was a warm nest; his arms were wrapped tight around her and his breath kissed her cheek. It felt so good, she wanted to cry.

She knew she should leave. Wriggle free and slip away, but she couldn’t. Instead, she focused on memorizing the moment. Each and every aspect of it.

This was her last opportunity to hold him. The weekend was nearly over.

She knew the moment he woke up. His body tightened and he pulled her closer and murmured something that sounded like “Mmm.”

She glanced at him, at his beautiful face, those big green eyes laced with fringe, his perfect nose, that glorious mouth. He rose up, over her, and kissed her. Softly. Sweetly. Gently.

Her passion rose. So quickly. Too quickly.

A roil of irritation rippled through her.

How could he do this? So easily?

How could she let him?

But then, in a moment, she didn’t care, because he’d shifted over her and his cock brushed against her entrance.

That easily, she was ready for him . . .

He stilled as a furious roar reverberated through the house.

She stilled as well. Her gut clenched. She knew that voice. It made a shudder dance down her spine. “Zack is here.”

“Shit!” Cody leaped from the bed, pulled on his sweatpants, and ran from the room.

Sidney dressed as quickly as she could but by the time she had her clothes on, the ruckus had moved to the front yard. She ran to the window to see Zack towing Hanna toward his truck. Her sister was in her nightgown and was barefoot, dancing over the gravel in the yard.

Zack looked furious. “Get in the truck, Hanna.” When she hesitated, Zack bristled. “Get in the truck, Hanna. We’re leaving.”

Damn it. Damn it all anyway!

“Hanna, don’t get in the truck!” Logan called. Sidney glanced to the left to see him sprinting across the yard. As he passed, Cody grabbed him by the arm to stop him from running toward Zack. It was clear to all witnessing this scene, Zack was ready to kill Logan. Or anyone who tried to stop him from taking Hanna.

At once Sidney was filled with an unholy fury—how dare Zack treat her sister like this?—and guilt. This party had been her idea. If Zack was furious with Hanna, it was Sidney’s fault.

She bolted for the stairs, but by the time she reached the yard, Zack’s truck, with Hanna in it, was disappearing in a plume of dust in the distance.

Damn. Damn Damn.

Cody and Logan were facing off, snarling at each other, Logan furious that Cody had stopped him and Cody convinced Zack would have killed him. It only took moments for them to clamber into Cody’s truck to follow Zack and Hanna, but it seemed like hours.

There was no way they were going without her, so Sidney hopped into the backseat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Cody roared.

She glowered at him. “She’s my sister. I’m going too.”