Page 9 of Racer (Iron Rogues MC #15)

RACER

H er blue eyes were dazed, and her lips parted just enough to tempt me into madness. I stared at her pulse kicking at her throat, fast and fluttering like she was seconds from bolting. Or begging.

I was barely holding on by a thread, so I didn’t give her the chance to decide.

I yanked her to me by the front of her coveralls, crushed my mouth to hers, and let everything I’d been holding back flood out of me like a fucking tidal wave. I swallowed her gasp as her hands went instinctively to my chest as though she was going to push me away.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her fingers stroked up and down my chest.

Fuck. I was about to lose every shred of control I’d been clinging to.

Nothing about the way I kissed her was soft. Nothing hesitant. It was filthy, hungry, and desperate. My breath was heavy and labored, the flavor of her clinging to my tongue like I’d tasted something forbidden and couldn’t stop going back for more.

Her lips were plush and warm, yielding under mine, and when I slid my tongue across the seam of her mouth, she opened for me on a breathy sound that had my cock pressing against my zipper.

My hand slid up her spine, dragging her closer.

Her chest heaved, and her knees buckled just enough that I had to angle her back, pinning her against the Mustang’s fender.

I braced one hand against the car beside her head, the other wrapped firmly around her hip, and my fingers curled possessively into the thick cotton fabric.

Fuck me, she was perfect. Mouthy, smart, and bold. But right now, she clung to me, arching her back and pressing her soft curves against me.

I slipped a hand between us and slowly lowered the zipper on her coveralls, overwhelmed with the need to feel her hot, silky skin.

When it was halfway down, I leaned back to look down at her.

My gaze followed the smooth line of her throat, down to the teasing swell of cleavage that made my brain short out.

She watched me through hooded blue eyes and licked her lips, making me groan. My fingers gripped her hip harder.

“What did I say about looking at me like that, angel?” I growled, voice rough and low, “Keep tempting me, and I’m gonna bend you over this car and make you forget every fucking name but mine.”

Her thighs squeezed together, and her breath caught. She whimpered my name as though it was torn from her lungs. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she let out a tiny, gasping moan that sounded like sin itself. Her hips involuntarily rocked into mine, her body practically begging to be filled.

I crushed our mouths together again, devouring her as if she were my first meal after years of starvation.

She gave me another needy moan, then shocked the hell out of me when she bit my bottom lip, sending lightning through my spine. I rocked my hips into her instinctively, making her gasp. That sass-meets-shyness edge of hers was doing dangerous things to my control.

“You’re killing me, angel,” I rasped against her lips, my voice gritty with restraint.

Her breath caught. “Then die quieter.”

I barked a laugh and fell even harder for her.

Sealing my mouth over hers once more, I kissed her slower—and dirtier. I explored her mouth as though it belonged to me, like I had every right to learn the shape of it, every moan she made, every tremble of her lips. My free hand slid down her hip, fingers flexing as I gripped her ass.

Then my mouth dipped, trailing down her neck, my stubble scraping against soft skin as she arched into me.

I muttered her name against her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin before I moved lower.

My lips glided along the curve of one breast, then I dragged my tongue along the edge of her bra until she let out another one of those shaky little breaths that sounded like surrender.

She shifted restlessly against me, and the scent of her—engine grease and something warm and womanly underneath—hit me hard.

I needed her under me.

On top of me.

Bent over this car, her thighs trembling as I wrecked her from behind.

I was seconds from losing it. About to give in to every filthy thought I’d had since the second I laid eyes on her. I was gonna claim her so hard there would be no doubt she was mine.

“Jude,” she breathed, voice wrecked.

“You taste like sin,” I growled, burying my face in that sweet valley between her tits and forgetting who the fuck I was for a minute.

Then a voice shattered it all like a brick through glass.

“For fuck’s sake. Again?”

I froze.

Emily squeaked.

And I damn near snapped someone’s neck.

I whirled around and shoved her behind me, so I was shielding her from anyone else’s eyes. My other hand was already twitching toward the blade tucked behind my waistband.

Edge stood a few yards away, smug and amused, arms crossed over his chest like this was the best show he’d seen all year. His wicked grin was full of teeth. He was way too pleased with himself for a man who clearly didn’t value his life.

He raised his brows, taking in the scene—my flushed face, Emily’s tousled hair and wild eyes, the way I was clearly blocking her from view like a damn linebacker.

“Really?” he said, voice dry as fuck. “I turn a corner, and it’s like walking into a fucking porn shoot. That poor car is never gonna run right again.”

“You trying to get your spine bent backward, asshole?” I snarled, eyes narrowing.

“You ever think about locking the door?” he quipped back, arching a brow. “Or were you planning to charge admission?”

I glared at him, murder in my veins. “Do you want to die, Edge?”

He just grinned. “I mean, not tonight. But if you’re offering to beat me to death with a torque wrench, I’d rather it not be because I interrupted you trying to test-fire your rocket in her ignition system.”

“Keep running your mouth, and it’s gonna be a tire iron up your ass,” I snapped.

Edge waved me off, unbothered. “Relax, lover boy. I only came by to grab you cause Kane wants a word.”

“Of course he fucking does,” I muttered.

“Said it’s urgent.” Edge rocked back on his heels, still grinning. “You know, in case you need a reason to stop feeling her up like you forgot what self-control is. Just long enough to be useful.”

Emily let out a strangled sound behind me, half laughter, half mortification, and buried her face in my back.

I glared at Edge as though I was mentally fitting him for a shallow grave.

“You’re walking a real thin fucking line,” I warned in a low, lethal voice.

He snorted and wandered off, still laughing to himself.

I turned back to Emily, who hid behind me, cheeks flaming red. Her hands were fisted at her sides, breathing uneven, like she was trying to decide whether to run.

“I’ll let Kane know I’m following you home first,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“You heard me.” I put my shirt back on, reached for her hand, and started leading her toward the front of the garage. “You’re not walking or driving alone tonight, not after earlier.”

“But Jude?—”

“No arguments.”

She huffed, muttering something that might’ve been “bossy jerk,” but she’d clearly figured out I wasn’t budging because she let me lead her to the parking lot anyway.

Her car was already there, tucked neatly in one of the back rows.

I waited while she got in, then climbed on my bike and trailed her the whole way.

Her house wasn’t far, only a few minutes from the Redline Kings compound.

But it was just long enough for the wind to cool the fire still simmering under my skin.

And for me to remember that I didn’t want to scare Emily by pushing too fast, even if my whole body still hummed from the feel of her under my hands.

She parked her car in the narrow gravel strip beside the house she mentioned she shared with her brother, and I pulled my bike up next to her. The porch light was on, the small front yard quiet. A single potted plant hung by the door, swaying gently in the breeze.

Emily climbed out of her car, brushing her hands on her hips like she didn’t know what to do with them. Her coveralls were still rumpled, her cheeks pink, and her lips swollen from my kiss.

I stepped off my bike and closed the distance between us in three strides—backing her up against the side of her car and cupping her face in my hands.

“You okay?” I asked, voice softer now.

She nodded and looked up at me from under her thick lashes. “I…yeah. Good night.”

I raised a brow and growled, “Not done yet, angel.”

She blinked. “What?”

Instead of answering, I crushed my mouth over hers.

She kissed me back with a low, breathless moan, melting into me as though she’d been waiting all day for this. The sound made my knees lock and my cock throb in my jeans. I kissed her until she was breathless, her eyes half lidded, lips kissed raw.

My mouth was rough and bruising. Possessive.

My hands splayed along her hips, fingers flexing, anchoring her to me because I felt like I’d lose my fucking mind if I had to let her go.

Her arms came around my shoulders, pulling me closer, until I could feel her every breath, every tremble, every pulse of heat that radiated from her. She was like a fucking drug.

I kissed her until she couldn’t stand up straight. Until her lips were swollen, her knees were weak, and she was clinging to me as though she didn’t ever want me to stop.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her lips wet, and her chest heaving.

I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “Lock the door behind you.”

She nodded, dazed. “Okay.”

I didn’t trust myself to say anything else.

Just turned and walked away, every step heavier than it should’ve been.

When I reached my bike, I waited for her to go inside before swinging a leg over the seat.

Then I peeled off into the dark—her taste still on my lips, her scent still in my lungs, and my cock still as hard as steel in my jeans.

This girl was gonna ruin me.

Yeah.

I was in so much fucking trouble.