Page 8 of Furious (The Six Six Six Rule #2)

“There’s one thing I don’t get, though.” I say, voicing a thought that has been swirling around my mind since we got here.

“This is a really large parking lot smack in the middle of town. Why is it deserted? You’d think someone would have opened a strip mall, or build a hotel or something like that in here. ”

My stepbrother’s explanation is surprising. “You’re right. The reason why is that we own it. Dad bought it over five years ago and he has a plan for it, but it’s taking longer than he expected to put it into action.”

I roll my eyes. “Are you going to make me beg, or are you going to tell me what he’s going to do with it?”

Ares’s lips curl up in a barely there smile.

“Seeing you beg me sounds kinda hot, princess. But this isn’t the kind of begging I was thinking about.

I can tell you, it isn’t exactly a secret, even though Dad won’t make his plans public until they come to fruition.

Since he retired from professional hockey, Dad has been planning to bring the NHL to his hometown.

He wants to build the new arena and training facilities right here. ”

I know nothing about professional hockey, but I look at the surrounding space with new eyes. “What stopped him from making it happen?”

I almost regret asking, for fear that the answer has to do with Atlas’s death. But thankfully I’m wrong.

“You can’t just decide to start your own NHL team.

” Ares explains. “There are two ways he could do it. He could either buy an existing NHL team and move it to Star Cove, or he could get the NHL to agree to allow a new franchise. For the first option, we would need to find an NHL team for sale, and so far it hasn’t been the case.

The second option is even harder. There are a lot of politics involved and it can be quite costly.

The last new NHL franchise cost five hundred million.

That was just the fee the new owner had to pay to be allowed to open the franchise and recruit players.

It’s called an expansion team. Dad thinks it’s the more feasible option, but all his efforts have failed so far.

But he’s a determined man, so I think it’s just a matter of when, not if Star Cove will have its very own NHL team. ”

I look at the huge, deserted parking lot with new eyes. “That would bring a lot of money and jobs to Star Cove.”

Ares nods. “Yeah. It’s always been Dad’s dream. He used to tell Chance and Lev, when they started playing as kids, that one day they would play for his team.”

Chance and Ares are Star Cove boys, born and bred, and I grew up all over the place while my dad was still racing and my parents were still married. But it’s weird how, despite growing up in different places, there are so many similarities between our fathers. Or maybe Mom has a type, after all.

“You know,” I muse. “Our fathers are different in many ways, but they have one huge thing in common.”

“You don’t say, princess.” I have Ares’s full attention. “I know my father has many fans, but yours? John Fields is the greatest motorcycle racer of all times. What could they possibly have in common, aside from marrying your mom?”

The answer is easy. “They both want to build something after they retired from their professional sport careers. Scott wants to own his own NHL team, and my dad wants to own his own MotoGP team. The only real difference between them is that your dad is a devoted father and husband, while mine has always been chasing the high of fame and attention. Especially attention from other women. And as for being a father, I have no doubt that he loves me; but he’s too busy with his next team, his next MotoGP, to really be present in my life. ”

ARES

I’ve always admired Zara’s father.

Growing up, he was my hero. But there must be a reason why they say never to meet your heroes, lest you be disappointed.

While there’s no one who won more MotoGP championships than John Fields, he mustn’t be the upstanding man I’ve always imagined.

“Princess,” I undo both our seatbelts again, and lean closer but stop just short of touching her. “It’s his loss if he isn’t more present in your life.”

Emotion shines in her eyes and I can no longer keep my hands to myself. “Really. Fuck knows getting close to you is going to make my life more complicated in more ways than one, but… I can’t stay away from you.”

I’ve felt this pull since the day we met.

I’ve tried to fight it, but it’s a lost battle.

The problem is that it isn’t just a physical attraction.

It’s like Zara sees me. Really see me. More than any other person in my life.

The only one who understood me the same way is gone.

And I see her. I understand what makes her tick, how she tries to hide her wild side for everyone else’s sake.

And the reason I understand is that I’m the same.

When Atlas was around, he was the one who let loose, while I kept us in check. I was the responsible one. Since he’s been gone, it’s like that part of me had been missing. Until Zara came back into my life. She’s that unbridled, wild half that I need to survive.

I cup her delicate jaw with my hand. “I don’t want to stay away from you.”

“Then don’t.” She says.

See? She’s perfect.

The kiss we share is everything. I didn’t realize that not sharing my breath with her feels like not breathing at all.

I torment her bottom lip between my teeth, and she whimpers, surrounding my neck with her arms. She doesn’t just take my kiss, she responds with the same passion. Our tongues tangle, our mouths are fused together.

I’ll never know if I pulled her onto my lap or if she left the driver’s seat to climb into mine, but it feels like fucking heaven.

Her soft body melts against my hard one and with her pressed against me, it’s like I can finally breathe again.

“Oh.” She moans softly as my fingers find the hard peak of her nipple through the fabric of her sundress.

“This ok, princess?” I pant, rubbing the little hard point between two fingers.

“More than ok. I—” she lowers one of the spaghetti straps of her dress, baring her perfect, round breast.

The milky skin of her tit is the softest thing I’ve ever felt, and I massage it slowly, feeling its weight in my hand.

My mouth leaves hers to glide down the column of her neck, joining my hand.

I swirl my tongue around Zara’s pink nipple and the noise she makes is almost enough to make me blow my load.

She shuffles around until I’m pressed down on the reclined passenger seat and she’s straddling my hips.

Zara cups the bulge in my jeans and my cock responds with a needy pulse that sends pleasure and need to every nerve ending in my body.

I sit up and look around to make sure that we’re still alone in the empty parking lot.

There’s no one in sight, and I know I have a condom in my wallet. I always carry one.

My stepsister kisses me hard, leaning over me. Her dark hair is like a silky curtain that hides the rest of the world. All I can see is her.

It would be so easy to suit up and take her. I’ve been dying to know how she feels. How it feels to be inside of her.

“Ares.”

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Are you begging, princess?”

She makes another one of those needy noises and I fucking snap.

I flip us over, burying my face between her perfect tits, lifting the cotton of her sundress up to her hips as I lift my head to look into her eyes.

“I don’t think we should.” I say.

Zara shakes her head, visibly confused. “What? Why? Do you really want me to beg?”

“No.” I chuckle. “If you beg me, I’m not going to stop until you scream my name so loud, they’re going to hear you three miles away all the way to the hospital.”

She hides her face in the crook of my neck. “Then tell me why I shouldn’t just beg you and get what I want.” She grumbles.

I trap her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look up at me.

“Because I want to take my time with you, princess. I want to take all your clothes off. I want to feel your skin against mine. After I make you come over and over, I want to hold you all night and see how beautiful you look while you sleep in my arms.”

She frowns at my words. Maybe I over shared.

“Creepy, I know.” I admit, kissing the corner of her lips.

“I’m sorry if that weirded you out. But this isn’t just a fling for me, Zara.

I was always too focused on my racing career first, and on my grief later.

I’ve never really felt the need to share more than a casual night of fun.

With you, it’s different. I want to share everything about myself with you. I can be all in if you want me.”

Her frown turns into a full-blown scowl.

“You didn’t weird me out. It’s just… you sound like Lev.”

Ah, fuck. Jealousy rears its ugly head and for a second, I think fuck it. Does she want a quickie in my dad’s old Jeep? I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.

I know that Zara slept with Lev and with Chance, too. She hinted at that when she came to bring me cookies last week. They didn’t say it in so many words when we talked after my run in with Fox, but they were awfully smug about their chances of being the last man standing.

On one hand, I want to fuck Zara, and then go home and tell Lev and my brother that this deal we have about all dating Zara while we figure things out is off. We can’t coexist and I want them to back off.

On the other hand, I’m glad Lev treated Zara right.

That tells me that he isn’t lying when he says that he cares about her.

“So Lev got to hold you in his arms all night?” I ask her. “Did Chance?” I add when she nods.

“Yeah.”

Then my mind is made up. “Princess,” I crush her lips with mine. “I can’t be the one who gives you a disappointing quickie in a parking lot. Please understand that it’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just the opposite.”

Her arms are still around my neck. She rubs her entire body against mine, like a little purring cat. “But it wouldn’t be disappointing, Ares. You have no idea how you make me feel.”

At this point, my cock is screaming at me for being a dumb ass and not giving Zara what we both want.

But there’s no way I can go home and get to sleep before my super early alarm if I let myself get a taste of her. I know that if I take Zara now, I’ll take her home with me and get no sleep at all.

“Next week is my birthday.” I whisper, nipping at her bottom lip.

“I have that day and the following day off. How about we spend the night together? Just the two of us. And we can stay in bed as long as we want. Order takeout and just forget about the rest of the world for twenty-four hours. I couldn’t think about a better way to spend my birthday. ”

“I would love to.” Zara says. “But our parents will be back by then. We’ll have to be careful. This is why I wanted to live on campus. Living at home is like still being a high school junior and having to tiptoe around my mom.”

She isn’t wrong. That’s why I moved out. Dad isn’t home all that much, especially since becoming mayor, but I wanted to be totally independent.

However, I have a possible solution that could help us all with the parents’ situation. “Just leave it with me. I’m going to make sure we’ll have my birthday night and the day after to ourselves. Trust me?”

Zara’s gaze softens. “Ok. I’ve always known I could trust you. Since the moment we met. I knew you would never hurt me.”

I wish I could have the same trust. It’s not that I think Zara would set out to hurt me on purpose. But what if she didn’t choose me in the end? That’s the way she could truly hurt me.

It’s a dangerous game and yet I have no choice but to play it. Because one thing is certain. If I walked away now to protect myself, I would lose everything for sure.

Anything worth having in life is risky.

Atlas’s words echo in my head. I miss my twin brother every day.

I wish I was more like him. He went after what he wanted without hesitation.

Whether it was being with Heather despite our parents’ reservations, founding a racing team, or trying out for a spot in one of the biggest MotoGP teams in the world, Atlas didn’t slow down.

He lived his life without overthinking everything. When he wanted something, he was furious until he got it.

Maybe it’s because I always had his back. I was the one who made sure our plans were headed for success.

Even now, as I encourage Zara to turn the key in the ignition and negotiate her way out of the parking lot, I’m overthinking the situation.

Atlas would follow Zara into the house, and spend the night exploring her hot body. He wouldn’t care about his three a.m. alarm.

I can’t. I might have just passed my probation period at the station, but I’m still a rookie. I’m still the mayor's son and I have to prove myself to all the other cops.

So I do the responsible thing, and kiss Zara goodnight on the doorstep at five in the afternoon.

Her lips are so soft that it takes all my willpower not to follow her inside my father’s house and throw all caution to the wind.

“Good night, princess.” I murmur, rubbing the soft skin behind her ear.

“Good night, Ares.”

Fuck.

Having to walk away from her gives me flashbacks of the night before the race in Bridgeport. when I almost kissed her in front of her hotel room door but did the responsible thing instead.

Back then, I told myself that Zara was too young and clearly acting out. If I kissed her when she was so confused, I wouldn’t be any better than the ex I saved her from.

Maybe deep down, I knew that Zara was the wild card to my orderly world. Like Atlas, she was wild, and she went after what she wanted, no matter the consequences.

But most of all, Zara was and is like a drug. Her special brand of chaos is addictive and once you take a taste, you’re hooked.

For her, I’m about to risk everything. The relationship with my brother and Lev. My father’s wrath.

I’m about to walk away, but I turn back on my heel and go in for another kiss.

I take her mouth the same way I want to take the rest of her body. I breathe her in, stroking her tongue with mine, sucking on her lips until they’re red and swollen. I kiss her like I want to own her. Like I want to steal her heart and her soul.

“Ares,” she pants, her chest heaving when I finally break the kiss. “Does that mean that you changed your mind and you’re coming upstairs with me?”

She’s so tempting, so addictive. I almost cave.

“No, princess. I’m just making the most of our parents being away. Once they’re back, I won’t be able to kiss you openly on our doorstep. Not until we find a way to talk to Dad. I just wanted to do it. Good night.”