Page 21 of Racer

Bent over this car, her thighs trembling as I wrecked her from behind.

I was seconds from losing it. About to give in to every filthy thought I’d had since the second I laid eyes on her. I was gonna claim her so hard there would be no doubt she was mine.

“Jude,” she breathed, voice wrecked.

“You taste like sin,” I growled, burying my face in that sweet valley between her tits and forgetting who the fuck I was for a minute.

Then a voice shattered it all like a brick through glass.

“For fuck’s sake. Again?”

I froze.

Emily squeaked.

And I damn near snapped someone’s neck.

I whirled around and shoved her behind me, so I was shielding her from anyone else’s eyes. My other hand was already twitching toward the blade tucked behind my waistband.

Edge stood a few yards away, smug and amused, arms crossed over his chest like this was the best show he’d seen all year. His wicked grin was full of teeth. He was way too pleased with himself for a man who clearly didn’t value his life.

He raised his brows, taking in the scene—my flushed face, Emily’s tousled hair and wild eyes, the way I was clearly blocking her from view like a damn linebacker.

“Really?” he said, voice dry as fuck. “I turn a corner, and it’s like walking into a fucking porn shoot. That poor car is never gonna run right again.”

“You trying to get your spine bent backward, asshole?” I snarled, eyes narrowing.

“You ever think about locking the door?” he quipped back, arching a brow. “Or were you planning to charge admission?”

I glared at him, murder in my veins. “Do you want to die, Edge?”

He just grinned. “I mean, not tonight. But if you’re offering to beat me to death with a torque wrench, I’d rather it not be because I interrupted you trying to test-fire your rocket in her ignition system.”

“Keep running your mouth, and it’s gonna be a tire iron up your ass,” I snapped.

Edge waved me off, unbothered. “Relax, lover boy. I only came by to grab you cause Kane wants a word.”

“Of course he fucking does,” I muttered.

“Said it’s urgent.” Edge rocked back on his heels, still grinning. “You know, in case you need a reason to stop feeling her up like you forgot what self-control is. Just long enough to be useful.”

Emily let out a strangled sound behind me, half laughter, half mortification, and buried her face in my back.

I glared at Edge as though I was mentally fitting him for a shallow grave.

“You’re walking a real thin fucking line,” I warned in a low, lethal voice.

He snorted and wandered off, still laughing to himself.

I turned back to Emily, who hid behind me, cheeks flaming red. Her hands were fisted at her sides, breathing uneven, like she was trying to decide whether to run.

“I’ll let Kane know I’m following you home first,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“You heard me.” I put my shirt back on, reached for her hand, and started leading her toward the front of the garage. “You’re not walking or driving alone tonight, not after earlier.”

“But Jude?—”

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