Reckless Fate (Hollows Garage Book 5), page 16
His arms wrapped around me, and he was about to agree until there was a thud at the door.
“Ouch. What the hell?” a girl said. “It’s locked.”
Then it was just laughter.
“Kye,” she yelled. “I don’t know what you are doing, but you better stop doing it and get out here. Being late to this is not going to help win any points with my dad.”
Kye groaned and sat up, dragging me into his arms until I was against his chest.
“I’m getting ready,” he yelled back.
“Yeah? Then why is the door locked?”
“Ashton.”
“Kye.”
“Daisy,” she added, not hiding her laughter.
“How does she know you are here?” he asked me.
“Because she’s the one who let me in the building last night, and I’m assuming she kept an eye on if I left.”
“Give us ten minutes,” Kye yelled, shaking his head. “Come on. Time to start an entire day quizzing me, not only about cars, but about you.”
“No one is going to be quizzing you about me today.”
He got up, pulling me along with him, but he stopped, leaning down to kiss me hard as his hands moved down my sides.
“You just spent another night at my place. Do you know how many questions I had last time you did? The crew isn’t going to shut up.”
I shrugged. “You’ll figure it out. In the meantime, I’ll be spending the day as the supportive girlfriend, eating some delicious food, and hanging out.”
“And I’ll be dodging questions, racing around the track to show off my skills, and trying to give one more chance to getting my dream career.”
I smiled, grabbing clothes and getting ready. “So we both have a hard day.” He glared down at me. “Kidding. I’ll be there all day. Just tell me what you need me to do to help, and I’ll be there.”
Of course, the first thing Kye needed to do before heading to the track was stop at the diner for a strawberry milkshake.
“I think you are addicted to these things,” I said, grabbing it from him to take a sip.
“And? They are fucking delicious.”
“And I’m just saying you are addicted. We are running late, but you still had to stop for it,” I said, laughing now.
He looked over, smiling as he reached to take it back.
Before he could grab it, a car pulled out on the winding road, making me scream as he looked out the windshield.
He slammed the brakes, the tires locking up as he jerked the car to the left. We finally came to a screeching stop, missing the other car by inches.
“Kye!” I yelled. I had still been holding his milkshake, the contents of which were now covering everything from my chin down.
His eyes went wide when he looked at me, until he started laughing. He kept laughing as he pulled off to the side of the road.
“I’m sorry, Daze. He shouldn’t have pulled out. I had to stop.”
“That’s fine, but can you please get this off of me?”
He pulled off the harness and leaned over, carefully trying to pull mine off.
“My milkshake,” he said with a small laugh.
“You can get another one. Just clean me off.”
“Oh. If you insist…” He leaned over, licking at my chest. “Mmm, still delicious.”
Then he crawled over, hitting the release for my seat until I was laying flat, and he came over me. His tongue roamed, running over my neck, to my shoulders, to my chest, where he stopped to pull down the top of my dress.
“Did you always taste this good?”
I laughed. “Kye, your seat. It’s everywhere.”
“I don’t care.”
“You don’t care…about your car?”
“Wreck my car. Burn it. I’ll buy new seats. I don’t care. I’m not stopping what I’m doing right this second.”
He pulled off his shirt and flipped us until I was on top of him. His hands moved so fast that I couldn’t keep up. His eyes almost glazed over, the feral look back as he pulled at my underwear.
I didn’t think I would ever get over that look. The world could be falling apart around us, and all Kye’s unwavering attention would be on me.
“Are you trying to fuck me?” I asked, my voice low as he still worked on moving clothes out of the way.
“Yes. Move these damn things. Get them off before I rip them off,” he said, pulling at my underwear. I moved until I could slide them down and came back over him.
His jeans were still on, and I ground my hips down before he could unbutton them.
The groan that came from him was worth the wait. I kept moving, grinding against him harder.
“Could you fuck me hard?” I asked.
“Daisy,” he growled, trying to push me up so he could free his cock.
“I want it how you like it. All teeth and nails and bruising force. I want to feel you buried in me, losing your mind.”
I shrieked as he kicked open the door, lifting me up with him as he got out.
“Kye, what are you doing? I’m half naked,” I yelled.
“Fuck if I care. There’s no one else out here now,” he said, throwing his hoodie onto the hood of the car and putting me on top of it. His hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me to him, and in seconds, he was filling me. “They can see. I spent years with my pain on display to the world and they didn’t care. Why can’t I show my pleasure?”
A wave of pleasure rolled through me and I moaned. There was no time to take it in, though, as Kye pulled, holding my hips and legs up until he was thrusting into me. His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging in, and he moved me.
It was desperate and wild, and I loved every second. Every part of me loved it, my body climbing higher and higher as I got closer. I looked up at him, his hair a mess and eyes still trained on me. His fingers moved over my clit, sending me over the edge so fast I yelled, my body clenching around him.
He kept moving until he groaned and pulled me tight against him.
“That somehow gets better each time,” he said, breathing hard.
“Yeah. Yeah, it does.”
I adjusted my dress, getting it straightened just as a car came over the hill behind us.
“Perfect timing,” Kye said, turning the car on and getting ready to pull out.
Before he could, the red and blue lights flashed behind us.
“Or not,” he said, slowing back down.
“Dammit,” I said, making sure my clothes were straight and searching for the jacket I had brought with me. “What if it’s my dad?”
“What if it’s someone else?”
“What if it’s him and this is how he finds out?”
Kye started laughing and leaned back, obviously too relaxed about this. “That would be pretty hilarious.”
“No, Kye. No, it would not.” I took a deep breath and said something I never thought I would have. “Go.”
“What?”
“Go! You run from him all the time, do it now. Go!” I yelled.
He was already putting the car in gear, but he shook his head. “You know that isn’t going to work, right?”
“Because you can’t outrun him?”
“Because he is going to be at the track today and see us together.”
“That’s a lot better than finding us on the side of the road after we just had sex. Go! Now!”
“For you? Of course. Put the harness on,” he said, laughing as he took off. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to look at anything as he sped through the winding road.
Before long, I couldn’t see the lights behind us. I knew it would catch up to me. I knew my dad was about to find out what was going on, and he wouldn’t know none of it was real, but it wasn’t going to happen like that.
Ten minutes later, he pulled into Holt Racing’s track, and we got out.
“I can’t believe my perfect little prom queen just told me to run from the cops,” he said, wrapping his hand in mine. I stared down at our intertwined fingers, noticing how right it felt.
I knew there was no escaping the truth now. I would be facing my dad, and he would be facing Holt. My friends were back, at least the ones I wanted, and I was happily living on campus again.
A sudden wave of nausea hit me as I realized this was it.
After today, there would be no reason to keep dating Kye.
TWENTY-THREE
DAISY
His hand stayed wrapped in mine the entire walk, and he didn’t seem to mind. He even tightened his grip as the crowd thickened.
We made it to the pit area where they let us by and Kye continued on, heading towards the only building on this side. The entire wall facing the track was glass, giving anyone inside the perfect view of everything happening below.
“We need to go up and find Holt first, then we can come back down and hang out before I do a few laps.”
“A few laps doing what, exactly?”
“Showing Holt that I will be the best damn driver on his racing team. I would do any type of racing if he wanted me to. Rally, drift, stunt. I want to do it all.”
“Those all sound…dangerous,” I said, my hand tightening.
“It is, but I’m good at it, so no worries.”
“No worries? I have all the worries, all the time. This will just add to my endless pile of worries,” I said, talking faster now.
“Why would you worry about me?”
I thought it over, but couldn’t respond. How could I tell him that I would worry because I actually cared about him? Not in a pretending fake boyfriend way, but in a very real, very scary way.
We made it to the room overlooking the track. Holt was sitting at a bar top area with Ash and Fox next to him. Scout, Chase, Jax, and Carly were lounging on some of the chairs in front of the glass windows. Ransom and Quinn cut us off immediately.
“You’re late,” Ransom said.
“By, like, five minutes.”
“Well, Holt noticed,” Quinn said. “You better have a reasonable excuse because he is watching you like a damn hawk today, and already asked if you were going to flake.”
Kye huffed and pulled me along with him towards Holt.
Honestly, I’d known Holt most of my life. He was always nice to me. I knew that he and my dad were close enough that we went to a lot of his parties and events, but my dad always tried to stay away from the bigger ones. The track party was one that Holt threw every year, though, and my dad never missed it. Fast cars, food, all the new announcements of racers, cars, events, and anything else outlandish that Holt could tell people. It had always been fun when I came with my dad, but I never imagined I would be here with someone who was going to be racing for him. I couldn’t help the pride that grew in my chest when I looked over at Kye.
My life was beginning to feel surreal, and it was strange how much I liked it all.
I liked waking up with Kye, hanging out, and driving here. I was even excited to watch him race, even if it made me worried. I liked every second with Kye.
I slid my hand around until it rested on his lower back. He seemed confused when he looked down at me, but he threw his arm over my shoulders and started talking to Holt.
“You made it,” Holt said, shaking his hand.
“You know I wasn’t going to miss it.”
Holt shrugged. “Never know with guys like you.”
“I forgot something at home. I had to make a stop,” I said, the anger in my chest flaring. I hated the way people talked to Kye, as if anything was wrong with him. As if he hadn’t been doing everything to show Holt he could handle this career.
Ash beamed at me. “Better stop asking interrogating questions about what Daisy needed to turn back for now, Dad, or you might have a full meltdown like you did when you found out I actually have to go out and buy tampons sometimes.”
“Oh, come on, Ashton, I wasn’t going to ask more,” Holt said, his face immediately turning red.
“Well, you were interrogating Kye. Just wanted to remind you that you don’t need to interrogate Daisy, too.”
The heat crept up my neck, but I knew Ash was helping.
“I wasn’t going to ask her, Ashton. You are a menace to me,” Holt said, laughing as she smiled at him. “Let me intimidate Kye in peace, so he knows how serious this is.”
The tightness in my chest eased as I realized Holt wasn’t going to be more of a dick to Kye.
“No intimidating necessary,” Kye said. “I’m already taking this seriously.”
Holt made a huffing noise as the door slammed open, an old man stepping inside looking very pissed off.
“Did no one tell you to install a damn elevator in this building, Holt? Do you not care about the elderly?”
Carly got up, running over to the door and grabbing the guy’s arm. “What are you doing, Grandpa? I told you that we would meet you downstairs.”
“And then they told me that you have food and air conditioning up here, so I didn’t want to wait.”
Carly walked him over to us as he looked me over. “Daisy, this is my grandpa. Grandpa, this is Daisy, Kye’s…girlfriend,” she said, her lips pursing together to stifle a laugh.
“Oh, no,” Kye said, stepping a little closer to me.
“Girlfriend?” Grandpa asked, his eyes going wide and a frown deepening on his face. Everyone had yelled hello to him, but I wasn’t sure why. He didn’t look friendly at all.“You mean to tell me this guy finally found a girlfriend?”
“I did,” Kye said. “But there is no finally, Grandpa, I wasn’t looking.”
He frowned harder at Kye before turning back to me. Shock reverberated through me when he grinned, the wide smile softening his face. “None of us ever are,” he said. “You beauties just seem to find us, and what’s a man supposed to do other than fall in love?”
I laughed as Carly pointed him at the table of food next to Holt.
They immediately started bickering over the elevator situation, with Holt accusing Grandpa of being blind because the elevator was right outside the door and in full operation. Grandpa continued the argument back and forth until Holt was the one apologizing.
The rest of the crew was gathered around talking about cars and the races today. Scout, Kye, and Ash would be doing some form of racing today with Ransom, Quinn, Fox, and Chase helping them. Jax and Carly apparently helped run a charity side of Holt’s business, and they would be doing different demonstrations and games for younger races.
No one seemed to mind that I would be lingering around, and Quinn even told me a few things I could do to help Kye before his race. It was all simple things—getting helmets, and running things back and forth—but they didn’t hesitate to include me, even if I knew nothing about cars.
It was easy, fun, and more relaxing than I anticipated.
My chest ached. The never-ending reminder that none of this was real was like a knife in my heart.
Kye leaned into me until his lips were at my ear. “Ready to go watch some races?”
Heat ran down my spine until my thighs clenched. “No. I’m ready to go do other things, though.”
He grinned, but pulled me up with him as he stood. “Maybe later. For now, I have some work to do.”
Later.
The word echoed in my mind because I wasn’t sure what later meant for us now.
I leaned against the car Kye would be driving and watched as he checked over things under the hood.
“It’s so weird that I am the first girlfriend you brought around. I’m so used to Dean’s mom, who would constantly tell me how perfect his girlfriend before me was. They were friends from childhood and the family still loved her. Looking back now, though, I don’t think I ever stood a chance for them to like me when they were still so obsessed with her.”
“That’s weird. I mean, I guess if any of the crew broke up, we would be screwed because we’re all so close. I don’t know how anyone new could make it in without us at least mentioning the ex. Lucky for you, you’re the first girlfriend, and I think with what I have learned about relationships, you will be the last girlfriend I introduce, too.”
I sucked in a breath, warmth spreading over me at the small sliver of hope that I would be the last because he couldn’t want anyone else, but that died when I realized I was talking to Kye. The man who could go years without sex, and could probably make it another decade without a girlfriend, and not bat an eye. It had nothing to do with me and everything to do with his own preferences.
“Yeah,” I echoed. “Lucky me.”
“Ready to watch your fake boyfriend go those death speeds around a track?”
“No, not even a little.”
He leaned down, kissing me hard, and I wrapped my arms around him. He lifted me up, my legs automatically wrapping around him.
“What are you doing? There is a crowd of people here.”
“And?”
“And we don’t have to fake date for them.”
He gave an annoyed grunt before setting me down. “Holt is very much watching us from up there in his perch, right now. And I don’t know a lot of things, but I do know that I would be kissing my girlfriend before I race. I’ve seen the guys do it a hundred times.”
He hadn’t let me go, so I leaned back in. “I guess that is true,” I said, smiling as I kissed him again.
We stayed like that for a minute, his arms wrapped around me and expert lips kissing me. I was letting myself get caught up in the fantasy of this being real when the sound of my name cut through the noise of the crowd.
“Daisy?” my dad said. I could hear the disbelief in his voice. His face was white when I turned to him, his mouth still hanging open. I jumped back, but Kye grabbed my hand before I got too far.
“Daisy. What the hell are you doing?”
“Umm.” I couldn’t think of a single word as blood rushed to my ears, drowning out every sound besides my fast beating heart.
“Just a little luck before I go race,” he said with a wide grin. “Great to see you, Sheriff.”
“See me again,” my dad said. “You know I have you running from me earlier.”
“That was you? Wow, I was just getting a little practice in. Honestly, you are a great opponent. Maybe you should get out on the track with me today.”
