Page 44 of Ravage
Raegan is touching—no, gripping—my dick.
It lights a fire in me I thought I’d long since extinguished, and my body instinctually presses her more tightly against me. A smug smirk pulls at my mouth, and her confidence falters for half a second because I didn’t crumble right away at the threat.
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” she snaps at me, and my smirk grows.
“Shouldn't I be telling you that? You seem to have gotten distracted, beautiful.”
We’re in dangerous territory, but I can’t find it in me to stop it or pull back. I know I should hate her. I should say something nasty and throw her away so she’ll never pop into my life again, but I can’t think of any of that while her soft, warm frame fits so well against mine. I inhale, and her vanilla scent sends my dick into overdrive. Does she taste like vanilla too?
Her grip tightens on me, probably intended as a warning, and I groan obscenely, not caring about what she thinks or anyone else around us. “Fuck, beautiful. If that’s what we need to finally say our goodbyes, then I can make some time,” I growl.
Raegan tries to shove away from me, but my hold on her is solid. She’s trying to dig her nails into me, but my jeans block them from making any difference. It’s enough to tell me that she’s uninterested in what I’m offering, though, and while I may be a complete asshole, I would never force myself on anyone.
I drop the forty to the ground, letting it shatter at our feet. Raegan startles, and in the distraction, I grip her hair and yank until I have full control of her head when I make her look at me. “If you’re not offering, then let go of me. I’ve got a line of girls who are ready and willing for me. I’m just fine saying goodbye and fuck off for good like this.”
Heat sears through my jeans and to my cock. My skin begins to burn and I react in an instant. I shove her back, and she stumbles a step, but then she’s laughing hysterically and pointing at me. There’s a hole in my jeans to my boxers. My dick, thankfully, appears unharmed.
“Are you sure this is how you want me to remember you, Kellan?” The little she-devil pretends to smile sweetly at me. “Or did you want to go for that ride and then you can change your clothes? I didn’t realize the risk of street racing meant your pants could catch fire. Or have you just been telling some naughty lies?”
There are a few snickers around the crowd, but no one brave enough to actually laugh at me. Fucking cowards. This shit is funny.
I grin and plant my hands on my hips, even arching my back to push my pelvis out to draw more attention to it. She wants to play? I’m game. I’ve never been embarrassed before, and this? This is nothing.
“You can remember me however you like. Though I’m pretty sure the feel of my dick is more memorable than a peek of skin.”
Raegan touches a finger to her lips like she’s actually thinking about it and then shrugs with a smirk. “Nope, not for me.”
I don’t falter, even though now all I’m thinking about is bending her over my car and showing her just how unmemorable my dick can be. “Well, you’ll still be thinking of it either way when you think of me, so I’d say it’s fine we leave this as is. As you can tell, I’ve got something to take care of and another race to win,” I say with a shrug and start to turn away.
“Wait.”
I turn my head over my shoulder just enough to see her. She’s gnawing at her lip and looking past me to my car.
“You wanna go for a ride, beautiful, then you’ll owe me one.”
“Owe you what?”
I give a noncommittal shrug of one shoulder. “I’m not sure yet. Think of it as an IOU that I’ll call in at a later date and time of my choosing.”
She sighs. “Fine.”
Raegan never was one to turn down anything before, so I shouldn’t be surprised that she’d be willing to accept an open favor for a race. I still am. Good to see that some things didn’t change with her. Even though other things did.
Aiden and Dane are going to be pissed about all this, but she came to me, not the other way around. Which they would both find suspicious. Her persistence in trying to spend time with me is too, but I also couldn’t care less if those are red flags. I’m not afraid of her or what she might do.
No, I’m excited by it.
“Let’s go, then.” I wave her after me and return to my seat in the car. She follows to the passenger’s seat and goes to reach for where the seatbelt should be.
“Where’s the seatbelt?”
“Oh, I got rid of those a while ago.”
“Are you crazy?!”
I scoff.
“Of course. Aren’t you?” I grin madly at her.
