You Drive Me Crazy (The Blackwells of Crystal Lake 2)

“So good,” he whispered. “So damn good.” She tightened around him, eyes wild as she upped the stakes and forced him to go faster.

“I need this. Right now, Wyatt. Right. Now.” She barely got her words out when she jerked against him and her head rolled back and forth.

Wyatt was done. He came so hard, he literally saw stars, and collapsed on top of Regan, trying his best to ease the burden of his weight. Their bodies were slick with sweat and sex, and when he was done, he rolled over and brought her with him, arms folding her into his chest.

“That was so good,” she managed to say between jagged breaths.

Wyatt looked over her shoulder. “We’ve still got two minutes.”

“Yeah. I don’t think so. I just might die of pleasure if you do anything else to my body.” She pushed against him. “And I can’t die today. I’m too busy.” She nipped at his ear. “Shower?”

“You bet.”

Wyatt picked up Regan and strode into the shower. Maybe a woman could die of pleasure. He grinned as the hot spray beat down on both of them. He took her face into his hands and kissed her. Guess he was going to find out.

As it turned out, Regan did make it through one more orgasm. Mind you, it was intense, and her legs gave out so they both almost fell on their respective asses, but she made it through, and it was a happy woman who left for her office an hour later.

Wyatt’s plans were to clean up the kitchen and head out to the cabin to finish the floors he’d started refinishing the week before. He wasn’t the kind of guy to be idle, and the little cabin he never stayed in was starting to look really good. Once the floors were done, he’d return Rob Tracy’s calls and figure that shit out.

That gave him a couple of days to figure the other shit out. The Regan stuff. The love stuff. He needed advice and called the one person he always looked to when things got confusing. His brother. He knew Hudson had reservations about him and Regan. He also knew the two of them didn’t always agree, and that was okay. It was okay because Hudson had the uncanny knack of seeing the big picture, and right now, Wyatt could use a second set of eyes.

When Wyatt called, Hudson was on his way out the door, with Liam in tow. He would take his stepson to school and swing by for a coffee. Wyatt had about twenty minutes and quickly cleaned up the breakfast stuff. He fed Bella and had just topped up her water bowl when the doorbell rang.

The little dog went mad, prancing around on her three paws, and jumped up at the door, nearly tripping Wyatt when he tried to open it. He finally managed to move the dog out of the way, but it wasn’t his brother standing there. It was his past staring at him.

“Stu.” The owner of the team and the man who paid him to race nodded and walked past him into Regan’s house.

Wyatt didn’t have to ask him how he’d found out where he was. The man had more time and money than anyone he knew. He probably knew when Wyatt started sleeping here the day after it had happened.

Stu Randall was a big man from Texas who was born on a cattle ranch. He was used to hard work. Used to giving orders and getting what he wanted. He was a no-bullshit kind of man who Wyatt respected. If he’d come all the way to Michigan, it was for a good reason. And with it being close to the end of February, Wyatt was pretty sure he knew exactly what that reason was.

Stu wasted no time. He looked at Wyatt. “I need you back for Daytona.”

Wyatt took a moment. He crossed the room to the kitchen and set down the dish he’d just filled with water, watching Bella as she scooted over for a drink. A month ago, he’d been itching to drive, itching to get back to his old life, back behind the wheel. But somewhere along the line, something had changed. He didn’t need to prove anything to Rob. He needed to prove to himself that he was good to go.

He needed to prove to put his buddy’s death behind him and face his fears head-on. Just like he’d done all those years ago. He didn’t a shrink to tell him that.

Hudson and Regan would understand. He’d make them understand. He’d fill Hudson in when he came by and then have a conversation with Regan.

“What about Rob?” Wyatt asked.

“You leave him to me.”

Wyatt looked up at Stu and slowly nodded.

“Okay. I need a day to tie up some loose ends, and then I’ll be back for a week to get ready for the qualifier.”

Stu smiled. “That’s what I was hoping to hear.”

Chapter 26

Regan should have known things were going much too smoothly. In her world, when the good was more than twelve hours long, something always happened to knock you on the chin and remind you that life doesn’t work that way. She’d gotten to work ten minutes early and had time to stop in at Coffee Corner and indulge in a mocha latte along the way. Her patients were either early or on time, and by three o’clock, she was actually ahead of schedule—something that rarely occurred in a doctor’s office.

All that allowed her a few moments to sit down and go through her email, which she did while munching on a bag of stale potato chips she found in one of her desk drawers. She hadn’t bothered with lunch because there was a large pot of stew waiting for her at home. Wyatt had decided to get creative the night before, and the beef stew he’d put in her crock pot (first time it had ever been used, but she didn’t see the need to share that with him) had been delicious.

It didn’t matter that she’d be eating beef stew for days. It was Wyatt’s beef stew, and she’d eat it every day for the rest of her life with no complaints.

God, she thought, that was corny.