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“You racing tonight?” she asks me.
“That’s the plan,” I say, scanning the drivers in attendance.
There are some pretty good drivers out here tonight. Most I’ve gone up against before. Some are newer, hoping to make a name for themselves now that Keaton isn’t racing. She used to be known to everyone out here as The Street King. Mostly because she never lost a race, but also because her last name is King.
Needless to say, with Bodhi out here, no one else has managed to take that title from her, though I think she gladly lets him think he has.
“Good, I need a little competition,” he says, and I just laugh, shaking my head.
One of the bunnies from earlier manages to catch my eye again, waving and doing her best to convey with her eyes all the things she’d like to do to me tonight. She isn’t my type, but part of me is tempted, if only to rid my mind of the thoughts I’ve been having about one Madelyn Kane.
I swear, since that day and Bodhi’s grandparents’ house, the way she looked at me in that kitchen, I haven’t been able to stop myself from the images that flooded my mind.
Her bent over the kitchen counter while I worshiped her from behind. Her on her knees taking me down her throat, my hand fisted in her hair, holding her exactly where I wanted her.
Then, like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head, I remembered one crucial fact. She’s Bodhi’s sister. I know it’s new still, and that we all hung out as kids, but she was just his cousin then. Things are different now. A lot different.
I knew that was a line I couldn’t cross with Bodhi, so I shut it down and haven’t spoken to her since.
Still, it didn’t stop me from jerking off to thoughts of her almost every night. Not that it’s ever helped.
But maybe if I bury myself inside of the blonde, I won’t have time to imagine Mads with her bright blue eyes staring up at me as she swallows me down.
“Could she be any more obvious?” Keaton asks in disdain.
“Who?” Bo asks, clearly oblivious to anyone other than Keaton.
“The bunny over there trying to eye fuck Milo,” she says, rolling her eyes.
We all laugh it off, but I know if I have any plans of taking her home, I’m going to have to make my move before Keaton scares her off.
Just as I’m about to make my way over, Bodhi points in the distance.
“Hey, Maddie showed up,” he smiles, and my face heats.
Fuck, man. This is not what I need right now. I’ve done everything I can to make sure I’ve kept my distance. Maybe if I just head back to my car. The race isn’t for another fifteen minutes though, so someone will definitely know what’s up.
So, I act like it isn’t a big deal. I turn and watch her park like everyone else, but when she steps out in faux leather pants and a tight white crop top, I know I’m fucked.
Every swinging dick in a one-hundred-foot radius has his eyes on her. Clenching my jaw, I remain where I am, fighting the urge I have to march over there and throw her over my shoulder, smacking her sweet ass before tossing her into my car and taking her back to my place.
She makes her way over, and I avoid making eye contact with her.
“Maddie, hey,” Keaton greets her before Bodhi pulls her into a hug.
“What are you doing out here?” Bo asks, more curious than angry.
If I had a sister and she showed up out here dressed like that, I’d flip out. Honestly, I have half a mind to say something about her clothes, regardless.
Chancing a look, I glance over at her ass, and swear to God I almost fucking moan. The way the leather hugs her curves should be illegal.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have that ass on my face right now.
“Just here to ride,” she says, but I don’t miss the way her eyes shift in my direction when she says it.
She’s testing my self-control, and she knows it.
“Yeah? Awesome. Mind if I check out your car?” Bodhi asks, and Mads tosses him her keys, telling him to knock himself out. He and Keaton head toward the Nissan and I’m about to take the opportunity to escape back to my car, but then she steps in front of me.
