I lean down and kiss him deeply as his hands circle around me. “What do you say we skip the race and the party? I want to take you to bed and never leave.”
“That’s fine by me,” I tell him.
“Ahhhhh, yeah. That shit ain’t going to fly,” Jesse says from somewhere behind me.
I turn around to find him and Brooke leaning up against the pool fence. “I agree,” Brooke calls over to us. “I’m not missing a perfectly good party so you two can screw like rabbits.”
“You’re right,” Nate says as he pulls me even closer. “I’ll screw her like a fucking queen.”
Oh damn. That sounds good. I grin down at him. “I’m in.”
He smirks back up at me with that cocky grin that I love so much. “I don’t care,” Jesse says. “You can stay if you want, but either way, the Camaro is racing tonight. With or without you,” he adds before pulling Nate’s keys out of his pocket at waving them around. “I’ve always wanted to race it.”
Jesse gives Nate a grin before turning around and running back inside. Nate’s eyes go wide as he realizes his younger brother is more than willing to go through with it. “Fuck,” he grunts. Nate launches himself out of the pool and races in after his brother as the pool water rushes off him. “Get back here, you little shit.”
I can’t help but grin after them. These were the boys I knew from my childhood and every now and then, they show me that those little boys still live within them.
Brooke laughs as I get myself out of the pool area and run in after them. My wet feet slide along the tiles and Brooke latches onto me to hold me up. I hear the sound of Nate’s Camaro starting up and push myself a little faster. If Jesse manages to move his car even an inch, it isn’t going to go well.
We get into the garage to find Jesse in the driver’s seat, revving the engine while Nate stands at the front of the garage, blocking his only way out. “I fucking dare you,” Nate challenges with his hands on his hips.
I see the determination in Jesse’s eyes to bowl him over, though, he’d never do something like that. Maybe to some dickhead who’d done him wrong, but never his big brother.
The stare off remains with Jesse stirring shit and Nate calling him on his bullshit for what seems like forever when Brooke walks forward, shoves her hand through the window and cuts the engine. “If you wanted to see who has the biggest set of balls, why don’t you just stand side by side and drop your pants? I’ll judge and we can get this shit over and done with.”
Jesse laughs as he gets out of Nate’s car. “I’m game,” he says.
“I’m not dropping my pants for you,” Nate grunts as he walks forward and punches his brother, giving him a dead arm. “You’ll like it too much.”
“That’s alright,” Jess says turning to face me and Brooke while he reaches for his belt. “I’m still happy to drop my pants.”
“Ugh,” I say, shoving a hand over my eyes. “You really need to find yourself a girlfriend.”
“No thanks,” he laughs as he does his belt back up. “I don’t need some bitch bringing that kind of drama into my life. I’m good.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to Brooke. “Come on,” I tell her. “If you want to go to the race, then you better start getting ready now, otherwise you’ll never make it.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she says before tossing Nate’s keys to him. He plucks them out of the sky and follows us inside.
We all head up the stairs together and Nate follows me and Brooke into my room. Brooke heads towards my closet while I go to the bathroom.
Nate follows me right in before closing the door and locking it behind me. “What are you doing?” I question as he reaches for my shirt.
“Finishing what I started,” he tells me before ripping the shirt over my head and crushing his lips to mine. He walks us into the shower and turns on the taps. A second later, he buries himself deep inside me and gives me that release I’ve been craving all afternoon.
Chapter 2
We drive down the dirt road towards the racing track with all the guys and Brooke piled into Jesse’s Range Rover behind us. The place is absolutely packed, even more so than usual, but I have to admit, I’m not surprised. This is just the way it is when the teenagers of Broken Hill know the Ryder brothers are going to be somewhere.
Nate is the local celebrity around here with his bad boy reputation, good looks, and what he can do behind the wheel of a car, so it’s no surprise that everyone has shown up to watch him race. Though that’s the same everywhere I go with the Ryder brothers. There’re always people around wanting their attention, wanting to know where they plan on partying for the night, wanting to be the girl who either one of them takes home, wanting to be the guy that the boys spend their time with.