Page 71 of Reign of the Queen
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Said I would, didn't I?"
He rubs his hand behind his head; a flush crosses his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess you did." He looks behind me to Jessie, Evan, and Raegan, his dimples popping and on display.
He reaches out his hand to Jessie and then Evan. "Hey man, hey bro, thanks for coming." He gives them some fist bump handshake shit, which seems to take the edge off the situation. "Rae, you look, miserable girl; what's up?" He reaches out and messes up her curly hair. She gasps in outrage and swats at him.
"Fuck the right off, Finn." She responds with playful anger and moves out of his reach.
Finn's wearing dark gray loose-fitting sweatpants and a Casbury blue and red sweatshirt to match; he's also got on a pair of fancy Jordans, but his are dark blue to match the hoodie he’s wearing. He looks comfortable and fucking smoking hot. Those pants are not helping in the slightest to hide what he's working with,fuck me. I give a little prayer of thanks to whateverentitycreated guy's sweatpants. I catch girls around me giving him hungry looks, which makes that unreasonable bitch inside me want to smack the lot of them.
He must see my expression because he smiles deeply until those twin dimples appear. He grabs my wrist and pulls me forward. "Easy killer, I only have eyes for you," he whispers into my ear, then yanks me toward his stepdad's Fastback Mustang.
I'm not really into cars, but even I can admit that this is a sexy-looking car. It's metallic green with silver and orange racing stripes down the sides and the front hood. It's all shiny and sleek looking, for a muscle car. Finn looks at it with pride, running his hand down the side panel. "She's gorgeous and fast."
"She looks it. Who are you racing?" I ask, looking around for whoever he's going to race and spying a black and red muscle car a few feet away, also surrounded by a horde of people.
"Some dick here from Charlotte, who thinks he can win." He laughs.
"You think you can win?" I ask with a smirk. I enjoy seeing this relaxed, confident version of Finn. It's intoxicating.
"Not a doubt in my mind, killer. When I do, you're going to give me a kiss right here in front of everyone." He motions around us.
I let out a deep chuckle, "Am I now?"
He pulls me close, leans down, and pecks my cheek. "Don't get me wrong, Mia. I want to hear you moan my name while I'm ruining that sweet pussy of yours, but I'll settle for a kiss for now," he whispers near my ear. He pulls back and swats me hard on my leggings-covered ass. "Those tights, Mia." He bites his fist. "Wet dream girl, wet dream."
"Casbury, we gonna race, or you gonna keep mauling the blonde?" A loud voice rings out.
Finn turns toward the voice, all the amusement immediately disappearing from his face and his body locking up. The voice makes its way out of the parting crowd, and it's attached to an early twenties dark-haired guy, wearing a red baseball cap backward, loose-fitting jeans, and a "Raptors" basketball hoodie. He's tall like Finn but not as broad. A look of severe impatience across his face. He's here to race, not to fuck around. He nods in my direction and then directs all his attention back to Finn.
"Yeah, let's go, Collins. I can't wait to add that Stingray to my garage." He pecks me on the cheek again and pulls away, getting into his car and starting the engine, which vibrates and hums loudly.
Jessie hauls me back by the back of my hoodie a safe distance from Finn's car. I hear a growl behind us and look around Jessie's giant frame to see Carter finally noticing that I'm here, leaving his herd of adoring females to come toward us.
"I'm going to break every bone in your hand if you don't take it off her, you fucker." He comes up and shoves Jessie away from me.
Jessie stumbles back but regains his balance, moving up to go toe to toe with Carter, they're about the same height, but Jessie's broader and has more muscle packed on his frame. "What the fuck is the matter with you, man? You'd rather she get run over or covered in mud?" he spits out with frustration.
Carter's seething, he gives me a look full of betrayal from my Chuck-covered feet, over my tight black leggings, and to the oversized New York Giants hoodie I'm swimming in. "We don't allow Giants colors here, your highness. We're a Panthers state," he states with malice.
"Fuck you, Carter. I'm a New Yorker, and this was my dad's." The minute I say it, the sensation of loss fills me. My stepdad Jared loved to take Isabella and me to Giants games. He's the only reason I know anything about football. He would sit there proudly with his two favorite girls in regular seats and cheer, eating junk food and beer, probably traumatizing Grandmother Stella if she ever knew. I love this sweatshirt, and I'll literally break the mouth of any fool for shit-talking it.
"Mia...fuck. I'm sorry." He immediately deflates and tries to pull me to him.
"Too late, asshole. As usual, you can't keep your dick out of your mouth." Raegan comes storming past him, shoving him hard in the process, grabs my hand pulling me off to the side where we will have a closer unobstructed view of the race sans Carter Pemberton.
We watch Finn and Collin move down to the track in the two race cars. They line up at the makeshift starting line, and a girl, I kid you not, comes out of nowhere wearing a bright red bikini and sky-high heels, holding a checkered flag. The crowd around us goes wild. Raegan and I give each other the exact same look that has us howling. It's in the low sixties today; that girl has got to be cold.No thanks, I prefer my nipples not to be able to cut glass.
Jessie and Evan move up closer and flank us on either side, preventing anyone from coming too close and bumping into us. Jessie's got his large arms crossed over that barrel of a chest and a scowl across his face. Evan the dork is smiling from ear to ear like he's having the most fabulous time and isn't being forced to be here. I catch him watching Raegan with hungry eyes.Poor fuck still has a death wish.I can tell she's noticed it too, her back going straight and her jaw tight.
The crowd settles down, and the bikini-clad girl starts counting Finn and Collins down with the crowd's active participation. Once she gets down to one, she drops the flag, and they're off in a rush of burnt rubber, smoke, and flying dirt. Collin takes the lead, pulling in front of Finn and gunning it. They take the first turn, with Finn still close behind. My anxiety is going through the roof as they approach the second turn. I'm on the tips of my toes, screaming at them.
Finn pulls up until they are neck in neck as they enter the last turn. Then the fucker gives Collins the finger out the window of the Mustang and flies by him, gunning the engine and putting physical distance between them. He flies past the bikini-clad girl waving the checkered "winners" flag; the crowd goes insane. People are cheering and jumping around. I watch Mateo and Carter run down to the track like psychos, not even waiting for Finn to come to a complete stop before they're jumping all over the car.
Raegan takes my hand and pulls me forward in the direction of the track, giddiness and excitement across her features. I lose track of Jessie and Evan as the crowd envelopes us, all heading down toward Finn's vehicle.
Finn jumps out of the car and does some chest bump thing in the air with Carter and then Mateo. The three of them are laughing and filled with joy. He looks around the crowd till he spies me standing with Raegan. His quick steps make up the distance between us. Grabbing me around the waist two-handed, he lifts me up and swings me around in a circle. The happiness that's coming from him is contagious. I shriek with the world flying by me in his embrace.
Once he stops spinning us, he pulls me close to his body, my traitorous legs wrapping securely around his waist. His hand digs in the back of my hair until our lips crash together. He doesn't wait for permission, pushing his tongue past the seam of my lips. My tongue darts out to meet his. The kiss turns from playful to a five-alarm fire. The grip on my hair tightens. His arm banded across my ass stiffens and pulls me further into his body until I can feel his cock through his sweatpants rubbing against my leggings-covered pussy.
