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“I guess you can have a bite of one…” I chuckle and guide her by the small of her back into my apartment. The scent of gardenias and the outdoors, mixed with a little race fuel, dances around us, reminding me of everything I love about this girl.
“You know race fuel on the street is illegal,” I murmur against her temple, where I place a kiss. She turns into me and tilts her chin up defiantly.
“You gonna arrest me, officer Gibbs?” A groan of satisfaction rumbles in my chest and she shivers.
“I like the sound of that, baby girl. You have no idea what that does to me.”
“I have a pretty good idea.” She pushes her hips forward until her body connects with my cock. A tiny giggle escapes her and she presses harder against me, making me groan once again. I place my hands on her shoulders and move her back a step. I need a clear head if we are going to make it to the dinner I’ve prepared for her.
“Sex comes later.” She gives me pouty lips and crosses her toned arms over her ample chest. The movement pushes her tits up and I have to guide her arms back down to her sides. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
That’s what happens when you’re two years deep into a relationship. You learn what makes the other tick, what the other needs and wants. Nox is so good at getting me going.
Then again, she doesn’t have to do much. Her passion for riding alone is enough to get me ready for her. Add the killer curves she has, those insanely blue eyes, and that thick dark hair, and I’m so close to tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her to any flat surface I can find.
“There is steak and asparagus waiting for you.” I kiss her forehead. “A little Duplin wine ‘cause my girl is a cheap date.” Another kiss. “A massage after a movie.” I lift her hand and kiss the back of it. “Then we’re gonna turn into little squids in the tub.”
“Then sex?” I toss my head back and laugh, loving that she needs me as much as I need her.
“Then sex,” I confirm. By the shoulders, I spin her around and face her toward my balcony door, where my outdoor table is set for us to eat. I swat her ass to send her on her way. “Good, because I need you.”
“I know you do, baby, and I fucking need you, but I want to ask you about your day first.” This makes her flop down into her chair before I can push it in. Concerned, I shove it in and drop into my chair across the table from her. The steaks are resting in the middle of the table, blood and juices swimming around the plate. I know my girl is salivating. Or she would usually be, but judging from the look of dismay bleeding into her features, I would say she doesn’t have an appetite. “Okay, tell me what the hell happened that has you looking like that.”
Sadness, frustration, and exhaustion all collect in her eyes. Her damn chin quivers. It quivers! I’m about to jump out of my seat to be by her side, but she takes a fortifying breath and tells me all about the crazies they had to endure today. While I’m listening, I glide my hand over the table to hold hers, our food having gone cold. When she’s finished, we sit in stunned silence.
Fury lances through my system, burrowing deep in my chest. I’m so sick of hearing of shit like this, shit happening to her. The worst part is she does nothing about it. I have to force myself to remember that there isn’t much she can do. The police in this town are about as corrupt as an organization can get. That’s why I spend so much time in school so I can make a change.
“Why didn’t you call the sheriff, baby?”
She scoffs. “And draw more attention to myself? Can’t you just sympathize with me instead of trying to tell me what I did wrong all the time?” she snaps.Whoa.That’s new. She always gets angry when something happens. Which hell yeah, I get it, but it’s never been with me.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help. These people need to be held accountable for the shit they do to you. That’s all.”
“That’s all? It’s fucking embarrassing enough as it is, Benny!” With that, she guzzles half of the glass of wine I poured her. Okay, we need a subject change before this evening goes south. I don’t want this for her. I want her to relax and have the entire night together with me. With my schoolwork done, I told my boss I’m turning my phone off. Filing his paperwork can wait. I need to turn this around.
“You’re right,” I concede, even though it physically pains me to do so. Everything I do is out of love and to protect my girl and it grates on my nerves when I can’t do shit. Despite wanting to, I can’t be with her twenty-four-seven to fight off the ignorant assholes who can’t keep their words, and apparently their water, to themselves. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. Is there anything I can do?”
She needs a damn bodyguard, but she’s stubborn as all get out and won’t even use a driver like her dad wants her to. At least then she would have someone there to defend her when she goes out. But I get it. Having someone there constantly would be one hell of a burden, and she loves to drive. Most of the time, it would be an empty car following her around on her bike.
At least it would be someone there. I keep my opinion to myself. It will go nowhere good for me to bring it up.
“This is perfect. Thank you. I’m sorry I snapped, I just get so frustrated.” She seeks my hand and clasps it in hers. My girl is so damn tired.
“I know you do. How could you not? You deal with a lot and it isn’t fair. I just always want to be there to help you and to stop this nonsense, but I know I can’t, so I feel helpless.” Her face crumples into a frown before it turns to a smile of gratitude.
“You’re helping me right now, letting me vent and get it all out.”Right. That’s hardly helping.But I let the conversation go because my need to protect her will never leave. However, I need to let it go for the night.
“Okay, baby. I’ve got you. But I do need to heat this food back up.”
“No, you don’t. It’s perfect the way it is. All you need to do is sit there and keep looking at me like you’ll burn the world for me.”
I force a grin because that’s exactly what I would do to keep Lennox Ford safe.
CHAPTERFOUR
TRACE
Finally,it’s race weekend where I can enjoy the rush that racing brings. This has seemed like the longest damn week that I just can’t escape. My dad has been hounding me for whatever reason. It’s pissing me off and, as usual, I’m letting him affect me. It’s nearly dawn on Friday morning. I don’t drink when I’m at the track, so I didn’t sleep for shit and have been up for hours. Instead of trying to force myself to sleep, I figured getting a workout in would be my better option.
