“You’re not leaving right away?” I ask, feeling a little better about his calling everyday game plan, but usually, when this shit happens, he heads out the very next morning.
Dad shakes his head. “Nope, they’re not ready until Tuesday, so you have plenty of time to ransack my truck and find all my candy bars.”
Oh, thank God.
Relief surges through me. “Ok,” I sigh, making a mental note not to forget about those candy bars, which also reminds me that Noah still hasn’t kicked mine and Rivers asses about his stolen stash of candies, but when he does, I’m claiming innocence. That was all on Rivers.
Dad mutters something about needing to check his schedule for something, so I’m assuming he has another job lined up that needs to fit in with this big one. He saunters off and leaves me and Noah out front, playing around with the old truck.
I sit down on the drive, leaning up against the garage door. I rifle through my backpack for Tully’s old Kindle; she insisted I get stuck into a new book. I mean, Reverse Harem! Holy moly. This shit is…hot. Like, hands down, not appropriate for a seventeen year old, panty melting hot. No wonder Tully is so forward. She reads these crazy books and because of that, she knows exactly what she wants in the bedroom and how to get it. Her only issue is the guy she’s doing it with.
Noah fiddles with the truck for another half an hour before turning back to me. “Can you kick her over?”
I look up at his request and can’t help but sigh as the late afternoon sun beams down on his sculptured body. “Uh huh,” I murmur, needing so much more. I mean, this book has me wanting to try a few things that I didn’t even know were possible, and well, I have a more than willing participant right in front of me.
Noah narrows his eyes at me as I get up from the ground. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he questions, watching my every step as I struggle not to throw myself at him.
I shake my head. “You’re in for one hell of a treat, Noah Cage.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes. “You’ve been reading one of Tully’s books again, haven’t you?”
I haul myself up into the truck and press my thighs together, desperately needing to relieve the ache between them. I finger the keys in the ignition and with a swift flick of my wrist, I kick the engine over.
She roars to life and Noah steps back with a proud grin. “Fuck yeah,” he says, proud of his accomplishment. He looks over the engine for a quick second before reaching up and releasing the hold of the open hood. Noah slams it shut, deeming his afternoon of mechanics finished, after all, he has something else that needs his attention now.
Noah walks around with heated eyes to the open driver’s door and hauls me out, leaving the engine running. I squeal out with the movement but as he holds me close with my legs locking around his waist, he manages to grind himself against me, turning that squeal into a desperate moan.
Noah’s eyes flick back to the house and with no sign of dad, he silently walks me through the back gate and around to the back of the house where we’re hidden from the rest of the world.
His lips crash down on mine as I’m pressed up against the side of the house, and within moments, he’s burying himself deep inside me, relieving that ache and giving me exactly what I’ve been craving.
Chapter 4
I stand by the dirt track, Kaylah on one side and Tully on the other, watching with wide eyes as Noah takes off like a bat out of hell.
He’s so damn good at this shit.
The way he owns his car and dominates the track, it’s nothing short of incredible. I haven’t really asked, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to take up professional racing. He could do it if he wanted, but I guess the whole money factor is holding him back.
Not that I know anything about professional racing, but I’d assume that getting your car to the level of professional racing would be expensive, and us rejects from Haven Falls don’t exactly come with the lined pockets to make those dreams a reality. Such as me going to college to study science. It’s simply never going to happen.
But for now, I’m satisfied as hell watching Noah dominate this track.
It used to be Nate Ryder from Broken Hill who dominated, though from what I’ve heard, Noah put up one hell of a fight. Nate held all the records here until that incident with Jackson that totaled his car. I still have a hard time believing it. Everyone said that Jackson did it on purpose, and yeah, they had a pretty nasty rivalry, but never in a million years would he purposefully put another human being in that kind of danger despite how much they despised each other.