Page 11 of Born to Scar

Everyone heads to The Cheshire Cat after the races tonight. Even though I’m not working, the influx of racers is too much for the lone bartender, Lainy.

“Hey, Lain. I’ll help, but take notes,” I joke as I line the bar top with shot glasses, pouring the worst vodka we have, and pass them out. “Lain, start taking orders.”

I line up more shot glasses, pour, and do it again a third time. The bar is lit, and drugs start coming out. Bik would lose his shit if he saw this.

“Take it somewhere else, guys. Bik would lose it.” I point to the door.

“Indy, come on,” Kia complains.

“No. Outside.” They put the drugs away and order another round instead. The bar slowly empties, and for “not working” tonight, I made a fuck ton in tips.

That’s the benefit of working on race nights. The racers and attendees have money to spend. Micky went home a few hours ago with our version of a grid girl. As long as she’s gone when I get there, I don’t care that he’s getting his cock wet. Good on him.

With people pairing up and dipping out, at the end of the night, the only people left are Kia, me, Lain, and Jared. “Jared, what the fuck are you still doing here?” I ask, sitting at his and Kia’s table. He’s rarely here this late. Girls are always all over him, and he has usually left with one or more by now.

He shrugs me off, sipping on the last of his drink. Oddly enough, he isn’t smashed tonight either. Strange. Lainy cleans up, locks the door, and turns the music down.

“Hey, I’m going to leave the music on for you. I’ll be out of your hair in a few,” she hollers from the back.

“If you don’t have anywhere to be, come hang, Lainy,” Kia yells back. I arch my eyebrow at him. He smirks and winks. Chuckling, I shake my head. Interesting. Is he finally going to go for it? He has a thing for Lain. That’s why Jay must still be here, for moral support.

She plops down in the chair between Kia and me. “What a fucking night. Thanks for the help back there, Indy.”

I hold my beer bottle up. “Anytime.”

Kia can barely control himself when he slaps three pills on the table. “You two share this one. Jared—here.” He slides a full pill to him. “Bottoms up,” he says as he drops his in his mouth. Jared follows. Lainy looks hesitant. After breaking ours in half, I take mine.

“You don’t have to, Lain.” I get up and rack the balls on a pool table. “Partners?”

It’s not traditional, but it’ll be fun. The three of them pop up. She takes her half of the pill and grabs the sticks. By mid-game, my body is vibrating. Everything feels so good. My own fingers on my arms give me goosebumps.

Jared and I are well on our way to beating Kia and Lainy, but they’re too busy with each other to care. She moans at his featherlight touches on her exposed sides. Her crop top is not helping her avoid his grazing hands, not that she wants to by the sounds she’s making. I giggle at them, lost in their own world.

My chuckle gets stuck in my throat when Jared’s breath hits my neck. “How are you feeling, Indy?”

My fingers tightly grip the edge of the pool table, and I drop my head down and over, granting him access if he wants it. I want it. I want him to want it.

“Fucking phenomenal. Flying,” I say breathlessly. He slides his knuckles down the side of my throat before placing open kisses down the column of it and onto my collarbone. His lips on my skin send sparks through my body.

He trails his knuckles all the way down my sides, resting his hands on my hips. I close my eyes and softly moan, breathing in a shuddered breath. He kisses up my neck, stopping at my ear.

CHAPTER 6

JARED

“Can I fly with you, Indy? Can I have you?” I whisper over the shell of her ear.

This isn’t the best way to get her, I know that. But I’ve wanted her for so long. I’ve been such a bitch about it. She even told me to find her sober.

She said it, thinking I wouldn’t remember, except I remember everything about her. Every snide comment. The way her lips tip down slightly when she’s aggravated; their shape when she’s happy. Every time she changes her hair. Every time she gets a new piercing. How the green in her eyes dulls when she’s angry or shimmers when she’s happy.

“Fuck. Yes, but…” She sucks in a breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

My cock, so hard and uncomfortable against my zipper and pressing into her back, begs to differ. Pulling her closer to me by her hips, I grind myself on her, making her moan. “Show me, Indy.”

She spins in my grip, looking at me with her emerald eyes blown wide. “Are you sure?”

I pull her into me, splaying my hands on her ass. “Yeah, Indy. I’m sure,” I murmur on her lips. Her hand grabs my throat and squeezes. Her lips devour my mouth.