Classic (Adrenaline Book 1) (14 page)

“Almost competes with the other remarkable piece of artwork I've picked up this evening.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. She giggles and rolls her eyes in response. “This is a Lotus and tonight baby, we're gonna make her bloom.”

“She yours?”

Knowing now is not a good time to get into another involving The Devil, I reply, “Tonight she is. Hold on tight.”

Jovi braces herself as I back out of the parking space and take off down the road, speed limits acting immediately as more a minimum than a maximum. With the help of Destin's custom made cop detector pumping through the radio I know the exact route to take to avoid cameras, cops, and any other commotion that might try to cock block the evening.

Occasionally I glance over, catching Jovi biting her bottom lip from the rumbling of the vehicle beneath her.

If she were wearing panties they would be soaking wet. It's what happens when you're in something this powerful. Doesn't matter how hard you try to fight it, your pussy just knows to shift gears too. I've had enough girls in this position to know. Believe me.

Arriving at one of the designated location for the evening, I slowly pull into the crowd that parts. Once I park at the end of the row that Vinnie designates for me, I kill the engine and look over at Jovi.

“Baby, are you sure you wanna do this?” I cautiously ask one more time.

Truth is, I love her being here. Yeah, it's nerve wracking as shit to have her here in my world surrounded by pricks who are gonna have their eyes on her tits, and chicks who are gonna be jealous they aren't her, but if she can accept this part of me, it gives me hope she might be more understanding about the other things I'm keeping from her.

“Definitely,” she squeaks excitement clear in her voice.

Relieved, I lean over, wrap my hand around the back of her neck and fuse our mouths together needing one final taste of her before we exit. This time it's Jovi's tongue that dominates clearly marking her territory with sharp pushes and rolls until my dick threatens to try to drive.

Pulling away I grumble, “I'm gonna need a fucking minute after that.”

She giggles proudly and waits, observing the passing people out of the vehicle.

Finally I prepare to get out, but say, “Don't move. I'm gonna open your door.”

“Is this some sort of weird, animalistic way to tell all the others I'm spoken for?”

“It's not the animal planet baby. I'm just trying to be a gentleman.”

“Oh...” she tries to her embarrassment.

Even that's fucking hot.

Outside the car, I greet a couple of acquaintances with hand tosses as Ben backs in next to me, Hayli's expression of excitement very similar to Jovi's. Opening my girlfriend's door, I extend my hand to help her out, her legs framed by her black heels stopping many onlookers.

As soon as she's out of the car, I shut the door, and press a firm but brief kiss on her lips. Afterwards I grin, “
That's
how I tell others you're spoken for.”

Our hands clasp together at the same time Vinnie approaches with a smug smirk.

Smug fucking bastard did this one on purpose. He wanted me to fill in for a race last week and instead I took Jovi to play mini golf. Dickhead. Vinnie's like The Devil in the sense his moves are very calculated. However, unlike my boss, he's got a heart. He'd never try to really hurt me or he'd be out more than just a racer and bank roll.

“You...look...lickable...” Vinnie's compliment cause my fist to curl all on it's own.

“Think about it again and I'll lay you out,” I threaten.

“Chill Merrick. I'm not dumb enough to ever go after a McCoy's girl.” He laughs lightly. “I just enjoy watching your punk ass squirm.”

“I didn't squirm.”

“You totally squirmed,” Jovi agrees.

“Tensed up like he was gonna swing.” Vinnie chuckles again.

“I did not.”

“Swing fast and hard,” Jovi's statement has me, yanking her into my side.

“And just whose side are you on?”

“The one that wins. Is that how these things work?” her playful joke is followed with a kiss on the cheek. “Now lighten up and show me some shit.”

“Bossy.”

“Pussy.”

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” I waggle my eyebrows. She giggles and nudges me in the side.

“You're up twenty. Front lines.” Vinnie announces, his phone chiming in his pocket. He checks the message then says sweetly, “Jovi, I'll see you there. You can watch with me.” Before I can contend he smartly says, “Don't worry Merrick. I won't be licking her or even thinking about it.” With one more dickhead smirk, he winks and answers his phone. “Speak.”

While watching him walk away Jovi states, “I like him.”

She means like a friend right? I'd hate to have to kill him.

In annoyance I grunt and say, “Don't.”

Vinnie may be my boy, but nothing and no one should ever go after my girl.

Hayli rushes over, from where I'm not exactly sure, and asks, “Who is that?” Pointing at the back corner to a male with dark brown skin leaned against the trunk of a black Mustang with music blaring from it, she questions again, “Do you know him?”

“That's J Money. He's the D.J. at Olympus on Saturday nights. DJ's at the races on Fridays. One of my other best friends,” I explain as two chicks glue themselves to Ben's sides. A blonde in an all white outfit and girl with black hair in an all black outfit.

Like some weird ass salt and pepper duo.

With a disapproving look his direction, I continue to talk to her, “Why?”

“Can we meet him?” She eagerly asks.

Ben shrugs and kisses one of the girl's cheeks.

“Sure...” I agree following behind her slowly.

Well this isn't exactly how I saw this whole thing panning out, but I can't say I'm not relieved. I'm not sure I want my cousin hooking up with my girl's best friend. Not sure that would end well.

After popping my hood and locking the doors to the Lotus, the three of us head towards J Money, my eyes wandering along the way at the popped hoods of the parked cars while Jovi clearly drinks in the atmosphere. Tonight's base is set up at an old parking garage with pillars flooded with graffiti.

Not the artistic kind.

It's been decked out in neon lights, that compliments the under glow of some of the cars, speakers for J Money's skills to be heard through with designated areas that resemble a nightclub. Down below is focused mostly on the showcasing, chicks picking up guys for their cars, minor bets being exchanged, trash being talked, while the upper levels are like Olympus away from Olympus with more open spaces and no alcohol.

Yeah. I'm not fucking with you. Vinnie has a no alcohol allowed at these things rule. Safety believe it or not is up there on his list of fucking rules. You get caught, you get banned. He even makes us take breathalyzers before we race. Hey, too much bad shit happens without us having to add it.

Jovi leans over to me and asks, “What's the point of them having their cars with their hoods up?”

“Lets you see what each other's packing,” I explain my eyes finally finding their way back to hers. “Also lets you get a better idea if you race one that's not on the books what you're racing up against.”

She nods in understanding at the same time a group of gathered girls, yell my name out in the well-known groupie fashion, “Merrick!”

Jovi responds immediately by moving closer to me.

Looks like I'm not the only one easily jealous.

Draping my arm around her shoulder, I use the other hand to wave in acknowledgment. The action causes a scoff from Jovi on our continued path to J Money. With a short chortle I question, “Problem?”

Not looking at me she snaps, “Nope.”

“Merrick...” A blonde girl coos at me from bent over on the edge of a hatchback, her photo being taken by a group of horny first timers from their excitement.  

When I wave back this time, Jovi huffs loudly enough to make me stop, and turn her body to face me. Flatly I say, “You're jealous.”

“You're fucking flirty.”

“I'm being polite.”

“Could you keep polite in your pants please?”

Folding my arms firmly across my chest, I shake my head at her. “This is exactly why I didn't wanna bring you.”

“Because you've slept with half the city?”

“A fourth.”

“A third.”

“Fine. A third.”

She snips in a whisper, “Less people doesn't really make the situation that much better!”

“What do you want me to do? Sew my eyes shut? Glue my lips together? Shove pennies in my ear? Cut off my entire existence from having any chance at possibly coming in contact with another female?”

Clearly flustered she snaps, “Yes!”

I would. For her. Don't mention that though. She can't know just how much power she really has over me. I'd like to keep some of my manhood thank you very much.

“Jovi.”

“What?”

“Let's get this straight right here, right now.” I step closer to her. “This is the lifestyle. It's girls ready and looking to be fucked by guys with status. It's guys looking to get fucked by girls who think they are worth a damn. It's toys versus toys. Pride on the line. Bragging rights waiting to be claimed. It's like fucking Hollywood of the car world.”

Can you think of a more accurate description?

“What matters to me isn't who used to spread their legs for me or who is dying to now.” My arms cradle her tense body closer to mine. “What matters to me is the girl I get out of bed every morning to be with. The girl who is breaking the law by simply stepping into my way of life. What matters to me...” I lower my face until my lips hoover above hers. “Is you.”

Weak from my words or position or maybe both, Jovi pulls me down until our lips are together once more. One hand creeps under my shirt against my abs, the light touch causing me to groan into her mouth as my hand that was on her hip slides slightly down to get a good grab of her ass.

Fuck off. I know it's not classy.

The second she feels my hand grip, her lips stumble off mine with a whispered moan and heated stare.

Drifting my hand back up, I shrug. “Why would I want anything else when I have you?” Her smile lets me know I win, but this argument is one that's going to grow old quickly. “Are we done with this subject because I don't really wanna go through it again. This is twice now and even if this one had merit, I don't wanna keep doing this bullshit.”

With a heavy sigh, Jovi gives me a nod. “Yeah. You're right.”

“I'm right?” A cocky smirk comes on my face. “How did that taste?”

“Like poison.” She glares playfully. “Don't get used to it. You're not gonna hear those words often.”

I chuckle, snake my arm around her waist, and reply, “I believe you're right.”

“See.”

We laugh together and call for Hayli to join us again as we finally reach J Money who is vibing along with the music, rapping along to the music pulsating out of his speakers.