Until You
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I didn’t feel helpless right now, which was weird. Normally, I wanted to be in control, and riding shotgun bugged the hell out of me but now? I liked watching her.
“Next turn is coming. You need to slow down,” I ordered.
She folded her lips between her teeth, but the car’s engine wasn’t slowing down.
What the hell was she doing?
I pinched my eyebrows at her and made my voice deeper. “Tatum, you need to slow down.”
Yeah, that didn’t work.
My heart beat faster the closer we got to the turn, and I grabbed the dash helplessly with both hands as Tate skidded around the corner and spun the wheel left, then right, and then left again to get centered. She was quick, and she and the car were one. It wasn’t smooth or clean. It was fast and dangerous.
“Don’t do that again.” I wanted her safe.
She was going to win, anyway. Roman’s car was behind, and I cringed at the tongue-lashing his girlfriend was probably getting.
Tate didn’t need to be reckless. Not in a car anyway.
I spewed a few more orders her way during the next turn, to which she f**king ignored, and we advanced on the final turn at a significant gain. Slowing down to about thirty miles an hour, Tate looked over at me and smiled sweetly.
“Is this okay, Ms. Daisy?”
Her eyes lit up with a challenge.
She was trying not to laugh, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her full, pursed lips.
And I knew right then and there that I was going to wipe that smug, little grin off of her face.
I wanted Tate—panting and helpless—as I buried myself inside of her. No jokes, no sarcasm, no words. Just me in her eyes.
“Tatum?” I challenged her back. “Stop toying with your opponent and win the damn race already.”
“Yes’m, Ms. Daisy.”
I clenched my fists and my teeth.
God, I couldn’t wait to have her in my hands again.
Tate cruised past the finish line so hilariously slow that the crowd roared more than Madoc’s and my races put together. She brought the car to a stop as the swarms of spectators hovered around the car.
Leaving the Boss in neutral and setting the e-brake, she leaned back and relaxed against the seat.
“Thank you, Jared.” Her voice was almost a whisper, sweet and sincere. “Thank you for asking me to do this.”
My throat tightened.
She reached up and unhooked the necklace from my rearview mirror and slipped it around her slender neck. Her face was thoughtful but comfortable.
The air turned warm, and it was just us.
Tate and Jared.
I combed my hand through my hair, shaking off the déjà vu feeling and opened my door to the cheering crowd.
I stopped and looked down to the floor. “Waking the demon…” I murmured. I don’t know why I picked that song to race to, but it just occurred to me how it fit.
“Thank you, Tate,” I whispered, looking over at her.
“Tatum” didn’t fit. It never did, really.
She was Tate and always would be.
Chapter 21
“So are you two friends yet?” A very drunk Madoc hooked his arm around my neck at the bonfire after the race.
I knew who he was talking about.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I took a sip of my warm beer and kept my eyes forward.
Tate and I had exchanged pleasantries when I arrived, but I knew I’d have to talk to her again tonight.
I was bound and determined to get that necklace back. I had to see my father tomorrow.
“I’m sure it’ll work out,” he sighed nonchalantly. “Now that she’s got a boyfriend, I think you’ll both move on to more interesting pastimes than hating each other.”
The cup cracked in my hand. “She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
“She will,” he spat back, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “He’s going to try to put his hands on her tonight.”
No.
Tate and Ben weren’t together tonight as friends. I knew that. But Madoc saying it out loud made my stomach burn with rage.
“You see all those guys?” He jerked his chin and waved his hand to the group that Tate and Ben were chatting with. “They all want to put their hands up her skirt. You know that, right?”
Just breathe.
“And sooner or later,” Madoc continued, “she’s going to let one of them.”
Damn him.
I swallowed and relaxed my grip on the red plastic cup.
Madoc walked away, having done the damage he came to do.
I knew he was just trying to mess with my head, but he was right, and my race high drained out of my head in a steady stream.
She would never forgive me.
She had a future, and mine was questionable.
But I looked over at Tate, who immediately glanced up at me across the fire, and it was like trying to walk away from the water that you knew you needed to live.
There was no choice but to drink.
Before I could get my head zoned into what the hell I was going to do next, I felt arms circle my neck.
“God, I’ve missed you.” A sweet-smelling body pressed against me and soft, moist lips groaned against my neck.
Piper.
I calmly unwrapped her arms. “I hear you’ve kept busy with Nate Dietrich,” I challenged, but I didn’t care.
She came around to face me. “We went out a couple of times. But I’m all about you,” she said, leaning in. “I even have a surprise for you.”
“Next turn is coming. You need to slow down,” I ordered.
She folded her lips between her teeth, but the car’s engine wasn’t slowing down.
What the hell was she doing?
I pinched my eyebrows at her and made my voice deeper. “Tatum, you need to slow down.”
Yeah, that didn’t work.
My heart beat faster the closer we got to the turn, and I grabbed the dash helplessly with both hands as Tate skidded around the corner and spun the wheel left, then right, and then left again to get centered. She was quick, and she and the car were one. It wasn’t smooth or clean. It was fast and dangerous.
“Don’t do that again.” I wanted her safe.
She was going to win, anyway. Roman’s car was behind, and I cringed at the tongue-lashing his girlfriend was probably getting.
Tate didn’t need to be reckless. Not in a car anyway.
I spewed a few more orders her way during the next turn, to which she f**king ignored, and we advanced on the final turn at a significant gain. Slowing down to about thirty miles an hour, Tate looked over at me and smiled sweetly.
“Is this okay, Ms. Daisy?”
Her eyes lit up with a challenge.
She was trying not to laugh, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her full, pursed lips.
And I knew right then and there that I was going to wipe that smug, little grin off of her face.
I wanted Tate—panting and helpless—as I buried myself inside of her. No jokes, no sarcasm, no words. Just me in her eyes.
“Tatum?” I challenged her back. “Stop toying with your opponent and win the damn race already.”
“Yes’m, Ms. Daisy.”
I clenched my fists and my teeth.
God, I couldn’t wait to have her in my hands again.
Tate cruised past the finish line so hilariously slow that the crowd roared more than Madoc’s and my races put together. She brought the car to a stop as the swarms of spectators hovered around the car.
Leaving the Boss in neutral and setting the e-brake, she leaned back and relaxed against the seat.
“Thank you, Jared.” Her voice was almost a whisper, sweet and sincere. “Thank you for asking me to do this.”
My throat tightened.
She reached up and unhooked the necklace from my rearview mirror and slipped it around her slender neck. Her face was thoughtful but comfortable.
The air turned warm, and it was just us.
Tate and Jared.
I combed my hand through my hair, shaking off the déjà vu feeling and opened my door to the cheering crowd.
I stopped and looked down to the floor. “Waking the demon…” I murmured. I don’t know why I picked that song to race to, but it just occurred to me how it fit.
“Thank you, Tate,” I whispered, looking over at her.
“Tatum” didn’t fit. It never did, really.
She was Tate and always would be.
Chapter 21
“So are you two friends yet?” A very drunk Madoc hooked his arm around my neck at the bonfire after the race.
I knew who he was talking about.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I took a sip of my warm beer and kept my eyes forward.
Tate and I had exchanged pleasantries when I arrived, but I knew I’d have to talk to her again tonight.
I was bound and determined to get that necklace back. I had to see my father tomorrow.
“I’m sure it’ll work out,” he sighed nonchalantly. “Now that she’s got a boyfriend, I think you’ll both move on to more interesting pastimes than hating each other.”
The cup cracked in my hand. “She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
“She will,” he spat back, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “He’s going to try to put his hands on her tonight.”
No.
Tate and Ben weren’t together tonight as friends. I knew that. But Madoc saying it out loud made my stomach burn with rage.
“You see all those guys?” He jerked his chin and waved his hand to the group that Tate and Ben were chatting with. “They all want to put their hands up her skirt. You know that, right?”
Just breathe.
“And sooner or later,” Madoc continued, “she’s going to let one of them.”
Damn him.
I swallowed and relaxed my grip on the red plastic cup.
Madoc walked away, having done the damage he came to do.
I knew he was just trying to mess with my head, but he was right, and my race high drained out of my head in a steady stream.
She would never forgive me.
She had a future, and mine was questionable.
But I looked over at Tate, who immediately glanced up at me across the fire, and it was like trying to walk away from the water that you knew you needed to live.
There was no choice but to drink.
Before I could get my head zoned into what the hell I was going to do next, I felt arms circle my neck.
“God, I’ve missed you.” A sweet-smelling body pressed against me and soft, moist lips groaned against my neck.
Piper.
I calmly unwrapped her arms. “I hear you’ve kept busy with Nate Dietrich,” I challenged, but I didn’t care.
She came around to face me. “We went out a couple of times. But I’m all about you,” she said, leaning in. “I even have a surprise for you.”
