Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

The little shit is trying to outdo me. Although slightly irritated at the way Elena’s eyes light up at the flowers, I’m impressed by Caleb’s thoughtfulness. Clearly, I need to step up my game.

“Aw, this is sweet.” Elena takes a deep breath of the bouquet before flashing Caleb a dazzling smile.

Okay, I’ll give the kid some points, he knows how to make a woman happy.

Her soft brown eyes find mine. Bright and beautiful, with a hint of mischief. My kind of girl.

Caleb pulls out a vintage pocket watch. “We better get going. The reservation is at eight.” He offers his elbow to Elena and she laughs to the ceiling.

Her happiness has my stomach clenching like a pussy. Bit by bit, Elena slips past my carefully placed barriers, and this time, I can’t say I’m sorry about it.

The rental car drops us off at an expensive restaurant that would make a grown man cry after seeing the bill. It’s nothing I’d expect Elena to like, but Caleb claimed he’d never had a fifty-dollar steak. I refused to let the wanker leave my care without the best of the best at least one time in his life.

A hostess sits us in a corner, offering us privacy. Caleb helps Elena into her seat before excusing himself to use the loo.

“This is a bit much, don’t you think?” Elena looks up at me from her menu.

Like a wanker, I focus on the way the candle makes her eyes glow. “I reckon so, but it’ll make him happy. Don’t rat us out to his mom, but I plan on slipping him some wine, too.”

She lets out a soft laugh. “You’re too much.”

“Says the girl who went above and beyond to plan the weekend of a lifetime for him. I’m trying to compete here.”

“You planned a prom for him and his friends in a couple of weeks since they can’t attend a real one. I’m the one who can’t compete.”

“Yet he’ll probably rank this date as his favorite thing. He totally milked you for it.”

Her cheeks flush the best shade of pink. “If it makes him happy, then I’m all for it.”

“Too damn selfless for your own good.”

Her head tilts in question, but Caleb interrupts us. “So, what does it take to get a drink around here?”

Elena laughs. We order our entrees and I keep true to my promise, asking for an extra wine glass for Caleb to sneak a few sips out of occasionally. Our food comes out soon after and we all dig in.

“Is the steak as good as you hoped?”

“I don’t know how I’ll ever eat hospital food again.” Caleb closes his eyes as he sticks another forkful of food into his mouth.

“And you?” I probe for Elena’s attention. I’m becoming a needy arsehole and I don’t know how to make it stop. Someone—anyone—please make it stop.

“I’m not one for fancy restaurants, but this definitely lives up to the hype.” Her lips wrap around her fork as her lashes flutter closed.

I imagine she would look the same with her lips wrapped around my cock. Reverent and seductive while she takes me to the point of gagging.

I force my eyes away and adjust my pants. “That’s what I like to hear. I can cook a mean steak on the grill though, so at least I have that going for me if racing doesn’t pan out.”

“You cook?” Caleb rears back in his seat.

“Of course. While growing up, I liked spending time with Jackie. She taught me to cook everything I know.”

“Wow.” Elena stares at me.

“What fine cuisines can you cook? Don’t let Jax show you up.” Caleb points at her with his fork.

“Mainly Mexican dishes you won’t know.”

“If you say guacamole, I might never let you go.”