Page 16 of Furious (The Six Six Six Rule #2)

I feel like the worst human being on earth.

“So,” DJ clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence that just descended inside the cab of his truck. “What do you want me to do with your Ducati? I can take it back to Shell Cove with me, but if you want to race again around here, you’ll have to find a way to transport it back to Star Cove.”

That wouldn’t really work. I have my driving test next week and Ares said I can borrow his jeep any time I need it. But crossing city limits multiple times with a motorcycle in tow is like asking to get caught.

Having a driving license will make it easier to get the bike to the race. I can hide it in the woods, like Chance and Lev did. It’ll be a little harder to do it all on my own, but I’ll make it work.

“Ares cleared some space in one of their garages for me to put the things I don’t want to keep in my room. I can put it there for now.”

DJ hesitates. “Are you sure? Keeping it right under the mayor’s nose is ballsy, even for you.”

I shrug. “Scott never sets foot in that garage. As long as I can keep Ares away from it, I’ll be ok. There are tall piles of boxes everywhere. We’ll hide it behind one of them for now. If you don’t mind helping me.”

He nods. “Of course. You didn’t think I was gonna leave you here in the driveway with a Ducati?”

I didn’t think he would have. This is the best solution for now. Even if I didn’t intend to keep racing, I don’t want DJ to risk bringing the bike back out of Star Cove with him in case he gets pulled over before he’s outside the town limits.

We work quickly, unloading the bike and steering it into the garage the Hunters use as storage.

“Zara,” DJ says once we cover the bike with a tarp. “I’m gonna go now. Please be careful out there. I don’t have a lot of money to bail you out of jail if you get caught.”

I chuckle at his joke. “I don’t think you would need to.

Mom would kill me if she knew. You know how much she hated that I loved riding with my dad.

Anyway, you should go. I texted the guys that I was coming home.

They might have gone back to the party, but there’s also a chance they’re on their way back. ”

I watch DJ’s truck back out of the driveway and go back into the garage entrance to make sure that my Ducati can’t be seen from here. I take a couple of steps inside to check from the spot where once I helped Ares take some extra chairs.

I think I’m going to be ok for a few days until I pass my driving test.

The noise of an engine makes me literally crawl out of my skin. Thank fuck the V8 in Chance’s truck is obnoxiously loud at this time at night. If he sees the light on in the garage, I’m going to be so busted.

Eventually, I know I’ll have to tell him and Lev what I’m doing; but they didn’t trust me with their secret, so I’m going to wait to come clean. Somehow, I suspect that they wouldn’t want me anywhere near Cal, even if no one knows it’s me on the Ducati.

The echo lights that everyone in town has to use by law are a saving grace as I sneak out of the garage and into the house just in the nick of time.

I fly up the stairs and into my room just as the front door opens. I can picture Chance dropping his keys in the glass bowl on Mom’s antique credenza in the foyer.

Unless he goes into the kitchen to grab something to eat or drink, he’s going to be up here in seconds.

The zipper of my riding jacket sounds louder than thunder, but I can’t get into bed in my riding gear. I slip out of my pants and kick my boots off and under my bed.

The last thing that flies on the floor is my bra. There’s no time to put on my PJs as I hear Chance’s footsteps on the stairs.

My bedroom door opens and closes with a soft nick. Chance comes to the side of my bed and undresses himself like I just did a second ago. I can’t see him because my back is turned toward the window, but I hear the zipper of his jacket and the jingle of his belt.

Thank fuck he doesn’t turn the light on, just in case I didn’t push my clothes far enough under the bed.

The mattress dips when my stepbrother slides into bed behind me and one second later, strong arms surround me and I’m pulled against his smooth, ripped chest.

He nestles behind me, exhaling a soft breath that fans over the back of my neck.

“Chance?” I murmur. I don’t even have to pretend to be sleepy. Adrenaline has seeped out of my body and now I’m exhausted.

“Shh, everything is fine. Sleep, baby.”

But it’s easier said than done. How can I sleep with Chance’s big, muscular naked body plastered to mine?

I feel something hard against the crack of my ass and I grind against it out of pure instinct.

This is the weirdest feeling in the world; I’m exhausted and horny at the same time.

“Hmm.” I moan when his lips glide down my neck, stopping at the base. Being kissed there drives me crazy and I moan again.

CHANCE

I swear I wasn’t gonna jump Zara.

My intention when I snuck into bed with her was to fall asleep with her in my arms.

But she’s naked, except for her panties. And I’ve never felt softer, silkier skin than hers.

I try to lie still, but she feels so good that I’m instantly rock hard.

“Hmm.”

Her moan goes straight to my cock and I grind against her soft but toned ass.

My lips find the back of her neck and I kiss my way down to the base, my mouth open and light.

Things change when I reach the spot where her neck joins her shoulder.

Zara loves being kissed there. I apply some pressure, sucking onto her skin and nipping her with my teeth when she lets out another moan.

Her ass is smashed against my crotch and I lose my fucking mind.

“Baby,” I whisper. “If you do that, there’s not going to be any sleep for a little while.”

Her voice is as soft as the rest of her. “I’m tired, but you feel too good. I want you.”

Thank fuck. If she had said that she wanted to sleep, I would have probably laid down here trying to think unsexy thoughts; or, more likely, I would have had to go into the bathroom to take care of myself.

“I never not want you.” I admit, cupping her perfect tits from behind. “But if you’re too sleepy…”

She turns her head to offer me her lips. “No,” she murmurs between kisses that start soft but become harder and deeper with every passing second. “I’m never too sleepy for you.”

God, she’s so fucking perfect.

“Do you want to turn around, or do you want to try it like this? From behind?”

The answer is another grind of that spectacular ass of hers.

I keep playing with one of Zara’s hard little nipples with one hand, while the other goes on a journey south.

She’s so wet, I can feel it through the silk of her panties. “Such a good girl,” I whisper, tormenting her earlobe between my teeth. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

The next grind of Zara’s hips pleases both of us; she thrusts herself into the hand that slipped inside her panties while rubbing her gorgeous ass against my cock.

A guy could lose his fucking mind like this. But there’s no one else I’d rather lose it for.

I fight the urge to just ram into her and fuck her into oblivion. The desire to make her feel good is just as strong as the need for my own pleasure.

So I slow my roll and drag my fingers down the bare skin of her slit. I tease her, touching everywhere except where I know she wants it most.

“Chance, please.” She whimpers.

The sound of my name on her lips is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

“I’ve got you, baby.” I murmur, circling around her clit with a featherlight touch. “Is this what you want?”

Another desperate grind against my hand.

I increase the pressure of my fingers, playing with her sensitive little bundle of nerves.

Her breathing speeds up and she’s so wet, her hips bucking against my hand in search of more.

I know she’s close, but so am I. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my entire life. My cock is throbbing in sync with my frantic heartbeat when I move the fabric of Zara’s panties to the side.

Warm, sleek heat surrounds me as I push myself inside of her.

“Fuck.” I grunt, hiding my face in the crook of her neck.

My body is already tense to snapping point, and I know I’m not going to last long.

Thank fuck Zara is just as close as I am and she meets me thrust for thrust the second I start moving inside her.

We fit together like we were made for each other and we reach the tipping point at the same time.

I plunge into Zara as deep as our sideways position will allow, and then still. Hot, searing pleasure travels down my shaft. I empty myself into her, holding her close and stroking her clit as she trembles with her own release.

The thought hits me that soon I won’t be able to hold her like this, at least not in this house. I have to thank Lev for offering his place whenever I need time alone with Zara once our parents come home. At least until I get the room I was promised in the Gamma house.

When Lev and Ares told me about their idea to tell our families and friends that Zara and Lev were dating, I wasn’t on board. But now I see the obvious advantages. And if Dad thinks that Zara has a boyfriend, he isn’t going to watch us as closely.

It isn’t a long-term solution, but it works for now.

If it were up to me, I would stay inside Zara’s warm body forever. Fuck knows, I’m still hard for her. But eventually, I withdraw from her, turning her around in my arms.

I love the way her head feels on my chest, her body tucked into my side.

I love her.

The word is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back down. It’s too soon to tell her how I feel. The truth is that I’m also afraid to open my heart to her until I know for sure that she won’t choose Lev or Ares over me.

“Hey, sleepy head.” I brush a lock of dark hair away from her forehead. “I know you’re tired and it’s late, but I’m super sweaty. I’m gonna jump in the shower. Care to join me?”

She yawns, tightening her arms around me. “But it’s so comfortable here.”

“I know, but I stink. You can sleep if you want, and I’ll be right back. Or you can let me wash your back.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” she chuckles. “I like the idea of your hands on me, but I don’t even know if I can make it out of bed.”

“Oh, come on,” I tease her. “Are you that tired?”

Zara props herself up on one elbow, sliding a gentle finger down my stomach. “It’s not that. It’s just that my knees feel like JellO. You fucked me so good I can’t walk.”

Maybe I should feel sorry, but what can I say? I’m not sorry at all. If anything, I feel very proud of myself.

“Not to worry.” I say, sliding out of bed and scooping Zara in my arms. “Transportation is included in the service.”

“Ooh, I like this service a lot. Five stars.”

I can’t resist the urge to tease her. “Really? Just like that? You’re very easy to please. And to think that I offer a happy ending to very special customers.”

“Am I a special customer?” she smirks, going along with my goofiness.

“The most special.” I reassure her, walking into her en-suite bathroom and placing her back onto her feet as I start the water.

I follow Zara into the luxury shower.

“I want the happy ending then,” she smiles. “I can’t rate the service unless I try all the perks.”

“It sounds more than fair.” I pour some shower gel on my palm and begin lathering her shoulders.

Just as I work on the soft skin of her neck, I see a dark smudge that looks like mechanic grease. I wash it away, glad that she didn’t see it. I must have been dirty from the track and put it on her.

Eventually, I’ll have to tell Zara about the races. I don’t like keeping secrets from her. But my priority is to keep her safe and until I know what kind of people her ex has us mixed up with, it’s better to keep her away from it all.