I’ve never felt so low. I thought I was going to lose her. As always, I went to Tora and she gave me a kick up the ass and made me realize that instead of moping around, I should have been at Kaylah’s place explaining what had happened and hoping she had enough love and trust for me to see that I’m completely dedicated to her.
I talked it through with Kaylah who explained that while she was pissed off and thought the worst, she was able to come to the realization that I’d never do her wrong like that. Since then, I’ve been making it up to her over and over again. She shouldn’t have to deal with watching skanks trying to make a move and vowed that from now on when she sees something that doesn’t sit well with her, she’ll be delivering a smackdown just like they do in Haven Falls and I can’t wait. It’s going to be so damn sexy.
Courtney starts asking Tora what’s going on with Brooke and has Maxen listening with eager ears. After hearing this story at least a million times, I grab hold of Kaylah’s hand and slowly back away from the group without a damn person realizing that we’re gone.
I break off into a jog, pulling Kaylah along with me. “Where are we going?” she laughs, trying to keep up with me.
I grin back at her and wink before continuing on without a word, only a booming laughter that has her shaking her head. “Jesse?” she squeals.
I turn back and as she runs straight into me with a gasp, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. I bring my hand down on her ass and hold it there so she doesn’t fall. Usually, when Kaylah is over my shoulder, she’s banging her fists into my back and demanding that I let her down. This time she’s laughing far too hard to be able to demand a damn thing.
I get to my Range Rover and walk around the back until we’re out of sight. I let her down but before she has a chance to know what the hell is going on, I press her up against the side of my car and kiss her deeply.
Her grin is so wide that kissing her is a shitload harder than it ought to be, but I enjoy it either way, knowing just how damn happy she is. My lips drop to her neck and she tilts her head, needing more. “What are you doing?” she asks, curling her arms around my back and holding me close.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” I murmur against her skin.
Kaylah giggles as she watches me with love shining so fucking brightly in her eyes. “Are we seriously missing the races because you’re a horn dog?”
I grab her thigh and lift and she instantly wraps her legs around my waist as I press my hips against hers, keeping her pinned against the Range Rover. “You better fucking believe it.”
Kaylah leans her head back against the car, opening her neck up even more. A moan pulls from deep within her as her eyes close in pleasure, looking like a fucking angel. “I’m so down,” she whispers.
We fool around until she’s screaming on the backseat of my car and way too soon, we’re walking back towards the crowd, hand in hand. Kaylah glances up as I struggle to take my eyes off her. “Is that my brother?” she asks, looking down at the track.
I follow her gaze and sure enough, Jackson is sitting at the starting line with Nate’s Camaro pulling in beside him. I shake my head. “Ahh, shit.” These two fuckers are idiots, but still, this has got to be the most entertaining race of the night.
They’ve certainly had their differences and it’s about time they settled them. Though I just dropped a bomb getting that Camaro fixed for Nate and if it gets fucked up, I’m not going to be happy. Either way, this isn’t going to end well for me. If Nate wins, I have to listen to Jackson complaining about the race being rigged, and if Jackson wins, Nate’s going to be going on and on about Jackson jumping the start or some bullshit like that.
We make our way back over to our friends and I step in beside Puck while Kaylah stands with Courtney. “Who the fuck put them up to this?” I ask, shaking my head, though the interest and entertainment factor is definitely winning out. I just can’t help that protective part of me that hates watching Nate race. I fucking love that guy and if he was to get hurt, I’d never forgive myself for letting him get behind the wheel of that car. He knows what he’s doing though, but accidents happen and six months ago when Jackson accidentally sent him flying off the track, that’s proof enough.