Page 6 of Sweet Ache (Driven 6)
“Yes you are,” he says one final time, causing me to laugh and wish I did feel something between us because hell if his unrelenting effort isn’t attractive in itself. Shit, it would be fun to take him up on the offer if not to just piss Colton off. Hm. Maybe I’ll do just that next time.
“What the fuck did he want?”
Then again, maybe I won’t. Not worth the trouble.
I turn to find Colton leaning against the wall, Gatorade in hand, fire suit unzipped, and chest grossly plastered with sweat.
“Um, you’re married now. You don’t need to flex your chest to try to get women anymore. It’s nasty.” Distraction at its finest.
“Didn’t have to try to get them before,” he says, emphasizing his point with the flash of a grin.
I just roll my eyes, first Luke and now my brother. I most definitely do not need to date a race car driver.
“You had to work to get me,” Rylee says as she walks up behind him and swats him on the butt.
He laughs and places a soft kiss on her lips. She pushes him away when he tries to take the kiss further. “You see that?” Colton says, tone playful. “Married for a year and she’s already starting to reject me.”
“You poor baby,” I mock.
“So did you say yes?” Rylee asks with a lift of her chin motioning to where Luke walked away.
Thanks, Rylee. I thought I was off the hook, but I guess not.
“Of course she didn’t say yes. My little sister is not going out with that asshole,” Colton says, toggling his head back and forth between us.
I’ve never understood what the big deal is. Luke and Colton went after the same woman. Colton won, big deal. Well, and then Luke threw a few punches because of it … and maybe, perhaps he let a bit of the hostility transfer over to the track a time or two.
“Cool it, Ace,” she says with a raise of her brows, beating me to the punch. “She can go out with anyone she wants. You’re not her keeper.”
I can see the muscle pulse in my brother’s clenched jaw as Rylee stands her ground with him—she’s the only person besides his best friend, Becks, and our dad who can.
“He’s an arrogant ass!” he spouts off, mouth agape like we’re both crazy.
“I seem to know someone else who was just as arrogant and just as good-looking,” she teases, holding her ground.
I can’t fight my smirk from spreading into a full-blown grin from Rylee’s comment that is right on target. Becks summons Colton to come over toward the car. He looks at me with the stern big-brother, don’t fuck with me look. It’s kind of cute.
And annoying.
“Relax! I told him no.” The pronouncement earns me a flash of a grin before he pecks a kiss on Rylee’s cheek.
He starts to walk away and then stops and turns back. “Keep it that way,” he warns before continuing over to Becks.
Rylee tsks out a sound as she follows something over my shoulder, and I turn to see Luke walking farther down the pits. He flashes me a grin before continuing into a building.
“You can’t deny that he is definite eye candy.” My neck hurts from the sudden whiplash at her words. “Oh come on, Quin, I may be married but I’m not dead.” She shrugs. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t see how many licks it takes to get to the center of his Tootsie Pop.”
And she says the comment so matter-of-factly I just burst out laughing. I swear to God all of the hormones she’s been taking to try to get pregnant have affected her usually demure manner.
“He wishes,” I say, still laughing.
“Well, he is persistent. You’ve got to give him that.”
“That’s all I’m giving him.”
Chapter 2
QUINLAN
