My lips press into a tight line and Kaylah’s eyes go wide in horror. I wonder if it’s still warm.
Puck spins around and howls with laughter. “Dude, that’s a fucking used rubber.”
“I know!” he demands. “Get it the fuck off me.”
“Nah, man,” Puck booms. “You’re on your own.”
Maxen starts gagging in the back and leans over the top of Puck who darts across to Courtney to get out of the way. Maxen hurries to put the window down and a second later is shoving his hand out the window and letting the wind take care of business.
The condom flies off his hand, but the damage is done. He glares at me through the rearview mirror. “Seriously? Take care of your shit.”
I shrug my shoulders, not put off by my used condom in the least. Besides, what the hell was I going to do with it? Put it in my fucking pocket? No thanks. I’d rather wait till I get home and put it in the fucking trash. “My car, my rules, man. Love it or leave it.”
Max just shakes his head as he scrambles around the car for something to clean his hand with until Courtney is throwing hand sanitizer at him, refusing to actually hand it over.
We get ten minutes down the highway when I find myself pulling over. “What the hell are you doing?” Puck grumbles, the used condom completely forgotten.
I shake my head, hardly understanding myself. “I have to know that they’re alright,” I tell everyone, knowing they’ll understand my hesitation.
Puck and Maxen both nod as I sit on the side of the road, watching the highway behind me through my mirrors.
We only have to wait a few minutes before the familiar set of the Camaro’s headlights appear in my rearview mirror with Jackson’s Charger right behind him. I laugh to myself; their positioning tells me everything I need to know. Nate won fair and square.
I start picking up speed and as Nate passes, I push my way between them, grinning at the way Jackson flashes his high beams. I shove my hand out the window and flip him the bird just as he does the same to me, and just like that, I know tonight is a cause for celebration.
Chapter 17
Kaylah
Jesse and I go crashing through his bedroom door at three in the morning after an incredible night at the races followed by one of the biggest parties Broken Hill has ever seen. I’m still in shock that the cops had raided the place and honestly a little upset. I’m sure the result of that means we’ll have no more races, nowhere for us to go on a Friday and Saturday night, but someone is bound to do something about it and until then, I guess our usual parties will just be starting a few hours earlier.
Tonight was thrilling. I’ve done some pretty stupid things with Henley over the years but for the most part, we were kind of good girls. Sure, we pushed the limits of our curfews but we sure as hell didn’t get chased out of an illegal racing track by every cop in Broken Hill. It was ridiculously exciting but I can honestly say that I might stay away from that kind of shit in the future. I’m not tough enough for prison and Jesse sure as hell isn’t either.
Oh, God. I can just imagine Jesse in prison. It would not go down well. He’d come out covered in tattoos with a biker mustache and a boyfriend named Beau.
Jesse’s arms come flying around me as he grabs me and launches us onto his bed. Laughter comes shooting out but Jesse swallows the sound as he crushes his lips to mine, trying to keep me quiet. His mom would be fast asleep on the other side of the house which is fine, but it’s her new boyfriend, John, who wakes at the smallest things, making our lives so much harder.
We tumble down into his sheets and I tear his shirt up over his head, desperately needing his touch. My hands roam over his body, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath his skin. He’s so perfect. His body, his mind, his heart. Everything about him is so much more than I ever thought he’d be.
Back when I was at Haven Falls, Henley and I would hear stories about the famous Ryder brothers and laugh it off. Surely, these guys couldn’t have been all that, but I was wrong, he’s all that and more.
Jesse pulls my tank over my head and the second he can, his lips begin roaming over my skin. I suck in a breath. I absolutely love his touch. It’s intoxicating. I don’t know how he does it. I’ve been touched by other guys and it’s never felt like this, it’s never been explosive and had me desperate for so much more. Maybe it’s because I love him and where Jesse is concerned, he can do no wrong, or maybe he’s just some kind of sexual deviant put on this earth simply to thrill me, who knows? But either way, I love it.