Reckless Fate (Hollows Garage Book 5), page 19
“That is not true.”
He crawled over me, and I knew right away I was screwed. Whatever he was up to, it was going to prove me wrong.
“Nails down my back.”
“What?”
“Run those murder nails down my back,” he repeated, the commanding whisper making a shiver run through me.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“That’s partially the point. Do it.”
I did, starting near his shoulders, my nails digging in as I dragged them down. His back arched, and he groaned. His eyes closed and head fell to the side.
“Fuck,” he said. “Now my neck. Dig them in and bite me.”
I listened again, forcing his neck to the side and biting down.
“Back again,” he panted. I started lower this time, trying to make sure I didn’t actually hurt him. His hand went down my side, slipping under my shorts before he dipped his fingers into me.
“Based on how wet you are, I would say I’m right. I tell you I want you to be rough, that I don’t like fucking anyone, that I would happily die at your hands, and you’re so wet your shorts are soaked.”
“Maybe I would be like that no matter what you said. Maybe I’m just attracted to you.”
He fell to my side, his hands tracing small circles on my arm.
“I think I’d like to have sex now,” he said in a monotone voice, playing innocent. “It could be fun. Don’t hurt me, though. No teeth, no nails. Don’t go too fast or hard. Just carefully get it done and over with.”
“Done and over with? How sexy,” I said with a laugh.
“Yeah, and if we could keep touching to a minimum, that would be great.”
“You’re very good at proving your point. Is that the speech you give all the girls?”
“Just the last part,” he said with a shameless smirk. “Now, which version do you want?”
I pushed at him and he rolled back over top of me. “You know exactly what I want,” I said.
“You want me obsessed with you, drowning in you, clawing at my own skin to get you closer, and I am. Can we do something?” he asked, nuzzling into my neck.
“Something like sex or something like going out for a drive?”
He flipped, rolling me with him until I was on top of him.
“The sex part. For now, at least. I want you on top, riding me.”
“Oh. Why wouldn’t we do that?”
“I never have,” he said, running his hands up my side and pulling my shirt off.
“Excuse me? You’ve never had someone on top for sex?”
“Okay. Technically, I did try it once for maybe five seconds, and I couldn’t stand it, so it was short-lived and hasn’t happened since.”
“Why couldn’t you stand it?” I asked, moving to pull off my shorts.
“There is a level of control with sex that I like to have. A level that I could always stop when I needed to if I was in control of the situation.”
“Did you stop during sex all the time?”
“All the time? You make it sound like I’ve tried this more than twice. But yes, I wasn’t exactly smooth about things and stopped more than once each time. When I kept the control, it was easier to push through the pain of touching.”
“Then why have me be rough with you? Wouldn’t that make it worse?”
“Apparently not. I trust you, Daze. I don’t think you would actually hurt me and giving you that control makes me somehow feel in control. I can control when you’re rough with me, and I know if I tell you to stop, you will. My body isn’t in control. I am. I’ve never had that, and no one has ever made me feel like you do enough to give them any control. I had to force myself through it, and now I want your filthy mouth telling me everything you are going to do to me. I want you clawing for me, tearing me apart to get off.”
“With the way you have always been fine with me touching you, it’s still hard to believe.” I crawled back over him, grabbing his cock and positioning it at my entrance.
“You are different.”
“I don’t know how,” I said.
“A thousand ways.”
“But you want this?”
“More than anything,” he breathed.
I sank down, moaning as he filled me. Somehow, the sensation got better each time. I stilled, making sure he was fine, before starting to run my nails lightly over him.
Down his jaw, to his neck, to his chest and down his stomach before going back up.
“Do you feel out of control?”
“Yes,” he said, pushing his hips up, taking me with them. “The good kind. Keep going.”
He closed his eyes, his hands on my hips as I moved. I kept a slow pace, needing him to be okay and not rush through it.
“Wait, stop,” he said, his chest rising and falling faster.
I froze, my heart stopping as I realized he could be stopping this. I didn’t know if I could handle the rejection of him stopping midway through something so deeply close and passionate.
“Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” he said through deep breaths.
I splayed my hands out over his chest. “Does that mean I don’t have to stop?”
“No, don’t. Please, don’t.” His hips pushed up again. “Okay. Keep going.”
“No, tell me what you’re thinking first,” I said, worried now.
“You’re the talker here.”
“Start,” I demanded.
“I think that every time we have sex feels like the first time I ever have. This included, because for the first time, both my head and body are here. I’m not thinking about anything other than your body on mine and I fucking love it. Drugs and drinking make me think more and only make me more reckless, so I fuck my life up. Racing is as close as I have ever come to shutting out the world. This, though, is consuming every part of me.”
It was enough explanation for me, so I moved, pushing up onto my knees and riding him.
I kept moving until I could feel my own orgasm growing as Kye said my name. He grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he pushed up into me over and over, not stopping until I yelled out.
We stayed wrapped together until Kye pulled me up and carried me to the shower. He moved slowly, taking care of every step, from making sure the water was warm to taking his time washing my entire body.
Every movement was soft, careful…and so loving. Tears pricked my eyes as he helped me out and wrapped me in a big towel with a soft kiss.
“Back to bed?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him.
“Nowhere else I would rather be,” he said, pulling me back into the room and under the covers. He moved close until we were entwined, every part of him pressed against me.
I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be either.
TWENTY-SEVEN
DAISY
Two days later, Kye was dropping me off at my dorm again. We had gone out with the crew for a few hours to drive around and race, but I had to stay on campus tonight. There was no way I could keep staying at his place without completely failing out of college and knew I needed to come back for a few days to catch up and get to my classes. The crew had followed us over, and even now they were out doing donuts in the empty parking lot on the other side of the road.
In a matter of months, I had gone from a mess of my life to feeling completely content.
The confusion was quickly dissipating in my mind, and Kye seemed quick to call me his girlfriend now. No fake attached to it. Even the crew seemed welcoming of me being his girlfriend, the girls telling me that I would now be forced to go to their girls’ nights. And as nervous as I felt about that, I was excited.
The world felt surreal, the entire relationship somehow both months old and brand new. The life I had been leaving behind felt so distant, even Dean didn’t cross my mind at all. He had been calling and texting constantly, but I sent them to voicemail and deleted the texts. I had nothing to say to him.
There was nothing I wanted from Dean when I had Kye.
I walked down the dark, dimly lit path that went from the parking lot to the dorms. It twisted and turned through gardens of beautiful flowers until it branched out to each dorm building.
I heard the footsteps behind me, but it was rare to be out here alone. I still sped up, never liking being out here this late. It wasn’t far from my dorm, but far enough to make me uneasy. The footsteps behind me picked up their pace and my heartbeat picked up along with it. I fumbled for my phone, hitting Kye’s name and walking even faster down the path.
“Please let this be a call that you changed your mind and want to come home with me.”
“No,” I hissed. “I think someone is following me.”
“What? I just dropped you off. Where are you now?”
“On the sidewalk, still heading to my dorm.”
“Hold on. I’m turning around. Keep walking, I will catch up.”
“This is freaking me out.” I heard tires squeal, the echo through the phone adding to the echo behind me.
“I’m coming, Daze. I’m already back in the parking lot.”
“Okay. I can see my dorm building now. Maybe I’m just making a bigger deal out of this than necessary.”
“I’m still coming, and now I’m staying the night.”
“I told you Amber won’t—”
“Amber will be fine. I’ll talk to her. Are you inside yet?”
“No,” I said, fumbling for the keycard to open the first door. I pushed it open, and arms wrapped around me as I stepped inside.
I screamed, pushing back and dropping all my stuff.
“Stop it,” Dean said, pushing me inside more. I tried to elbow him. “Knock it off, Daisy.”
“Let. Me. Go.” I elbowed him again, hitting him in the sternum hard enough that his arms dropped from me.
I took off, heading for the stairs to make it to my dorm. Kye wouldn’t be far, but he wouldn’t get into the building without someone opening the front door. My dorm was only one floor up, but Dean was quick, grabbing me right before I made it to my door.
His fingers dug into my arms, forcing me to face him. One hand held onto me, the other grabbing my jaw hard.
“Let me go, Dean!” I screamed, hoping anyone in their room would open the door. He forced me back until I was up against my own dorm room door, but it didn’t help. I knew it would be locked.
Dean still gripped my face, holding it so tight that I knew it was going to bruise.
“Stop, Dean. You have to stop.”
“No, you have to stop fucking around behind my back.”
“Kye is—”
“Kye is trash.”
“You are the trash.”
“You’ve been going behind my back to fuck him and now you’re not calling me back? You’re back in the dorm, and we are supposed to be together again.”
“You didn’t honestly think that would happen, did you?”
I pulled against his grip, trying to break free. One of his hands held my arm while his large body pressed my other shoulder into the door, his arm pinned between us and holding my face. I knew someone had to have peeked out into the hallway by now, and it pissed me off even further that they weren’t stepping out to help. Kye should be here, but the door to the building would slow him down.
“Kye is right behind me. He’s going to see this.”
“I don’t care.”
The sound of glass shattering echoed around us, and I cried out as Dean tightened his hand on my face again. I knew it was Kye, and the idea that he just broke the door instead of waiting for someone to open it calmed me more.
It would be seconds before he was here.
Panic rose faster as Dean yelled something in my face. He stepped back, his hands moving down until he was squeezing my arms.
“Dean, let me go!” I yelled.
“No!” he screamed and slapped me, the force making my head turn and stinging pain radiate through my skull.
I opened my eyes, looking down the hall as Dean gripped my face harder.
“Kye,” I breathed in relief, but the relief changed to fear as I saw Kye’s face.
He had watched what had just happened.
Dean’s head snapped to him, loosening his grip on me immediately.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean asked.
“Get your hands off of her,” Kye said, the quiet tone not matching the deadly look to him. I had come to know so many sides of Kye, even the reckless ones, but this wasn’t any of them I was familiar with. He didn’t even look at me, his eyes not straying from Dean.
“Dean, you better fucking run, and you better be faster than me,” Kye said, his words so calm and even that I shuddered. “You better run faster, drive faster, and disappear faster because I’m going to kill you.”
“This is none of your fucking business, we—”
“There is no we for you and her now.” Kye started walking forward. Each step looked calm, but I could see they were anything but that. He was coiled up, ready to strike the moment he got close enough, and I wasn’t going to doubt that he was about to kill Dean or at least try.
Dean took a step back, letting me go before he turned and ran.
It didn’t matter, though.
I could see on Kye’s face that it didn’t matter how fast Dean was.
Kye was going to be faster.
TWENTY-EIGHT
DAISY
My heart raced as I watched them disappear out the back door to the dorms. Dean knew the place well, but it would take them longer to get to the parking lot that way.
Since the entire college wasn’t that big, Dean’s car would be parked relatively close to Kye’s, so I took off, running the same way I came in.
I reached the broken glass of the door and saw my phone in the mess. My hand sliced on the glass as I picked it up and searched for any of the crew’s numbers. I finally hit Ash’s, connecting the call as fast as I could while I ran towards the parking lot.
“Hello?”
“Is Kye at his car?”
“No?” she said. “He told us to wait a second because he was checking on you.”
“Well, now he is out here running after my ex-boyfriend, who was just attacking me, and I’m pretty sure Kye is either about to kill him or already killing him.”
The line was silent before I heard slamming car doors and Ash yelling to the others what I said.
I was still running towards them, hoping he would be at his car before seriously hurting Dean.
I made it to Fox’s car first, panting as they circled around me.
“Where is he?” Fox asked, but I only shook my head.
Before I could say anything, the sound of Kye’s engine filled the air. Dean’s tires squealed as he peeled out, his car so quiet I didn’t hear his turn on first. Kye wasn’t far behind, though, and I stood frozen, watching them go.
Scout grabbed me, pushing me into her small back seat as everyone got in their cars. Chase got into the passenger seat and reached for a radio that was bolted to the floor between them.
Apparently, they all could talk to each other because a round of yelling at Kye went over the radio before Ransom’s voice cut through.
“I think he turned it off. Just keep on top of him.”
“Faster! Go faster!” I yelled as Scout shifted again. The car jumped forward, moving faster.
“Jax is right behind us,” I said. “Where are the rest of them?”
“Ransom and Quinn took another route. He wanted to see if he could cut him off somewhere. Fox and Ash did, too. Anything to not lose him. One of us has to be able to keep up. He’s not that good of a racer,” Scout said.
“No, but he’s better at these winding roads than any of you,” Chase said.
“Can we please stop talking and go? He’s going to kill him!”
“No, we won’t let him. He’s not throwing his life away because of one idiot,” Scout said. They all seemed so unbothered, but they were racing after him.
I was already a mess. Tears threatened my eyes, and I wanted to rip my hair out, anything to feel something other than blinding fear. “He is. You didn’t see him. He’s going to do it.”
We rounded the corner as it happened. Kye’s car slammed into Dean’s, the front end clipping the back of Dean’s car enough that it spun out of control, coming to a stop next to an old, run-down gas station.
We were still too far. Kye’s car stopped, and he got out, stalking over to Dean’s as we pulled up.
“Out! Get out.” I kicked Chase’s seat.
“I’m going, come on.” He reached back, dragging me over the middle console and out of the car with him.
Ransom’s and Jax’s cars pulled up with Fox only a second behind them. My eyes were fixed on Kye as he dragged Dean out, throwing him hard against the building. He swung his elbow out, connecting with Dean’s face. I watched the blood spurt from his nose, and for one second, I thought that it might be done, but Kye swung.
His fist connected with Dean’s face, hitting him over and over as Dean yelled and tried to fight back. His yells only seemed to encourage Kye, who started saying something back, but I couldn’t make it out.
Kye’s hair fell over his forehead, the longer strands covering his face until he pushed it back with one bloodied hand. I didn’t know if it was his blood from punching or Dean’s, but the sight of so much of it still made me gasp.
Dean was falling down now, losing his balance and trying to hold himself up against the car when Kye finally stopped. It wasn’t the end, though, a knife glinting in the headlights as Kye pulled it out and held it to Dean’s throat.
“Kye, stop!” I yelled, running closer finally. “Just stop. You can’t hurt him. They will come after you for everything. You’ll go to jail.”
“I don’t care.”
“Kye, you can’t. He means everything to that school, to those people. You will never see me again.”
That caught his attention, his eyes jumping to mine for a second. Dean took the opportunity, punching Kye in the face, but it didn’t seem to faze him as Kye swung his elbow up, hitting Dean in the jaw.
Sirens wailed around us as the night was bathed in red and blue lights.
