Page 96 of Web of Lies
“You’re going to love this,” Chase says through a grin, basically vibrating with joy.
Seger steps up behind me near the passenger’s side door, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Make sure to buckle up,” he mutters in my ear. His fingers squeeze against my waist, opening the door for me. “Because this dick is crazier than any other asshole behind the wheel. I’d rather you survive this journey.” Seger smirks over the hood of the car, interrupting a bro conversation between the other two. Chase’s face drops from playful to deadly, zeroing in on Seger like he’s the deer in his headlights.
“I wouldn’t put our girl in danger,” he seethes, throwing the driver’s side door open. Zepp grumbles, squishing himself into the backseat.
“But you’ll still go fast, right?” That radiant smile I swore wouldn’t fall off reappears. Winking, he sets himself into the driver’s seat and settles in.
“Oh, now you’ve fucking done it,” Seger grumbles like a child, smashing himself into the backseat of the tiny sports car. I almost snort at the sight of them, shoulder to shoulder, whining about being shoved in the back.
The engine rumbles to life, vibrating under my seat. I flush as the vibrations work through me, pooling heat in my panties. Turning, I’m greeted by Chase’s heated gaze boring into me. With his wrist hanging lazily over the steering wheel, and a seductive grin plastered on his face, his gray eyes rake over my body. His heated gaze zeros on my clenched thighs.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Hang on, Sunshine, you’re about to go for a hell of a ride.” The horny bastard winks at me, pulling out of the parking lot at break-neck speeds.
I hold on for dear life, feeling the speed soar through my veins—the exhilaration. The adrenaline spills through my heart, passing into my bloodstream. My head swims in the euphoric feeling, savoring it, enjoying it. When he shifts, the car jerks, sending jolts through me.
I lean my head back, reveling in the feeling of the speed. “You’re liking his crazy ass driving a little too much,” Seger whispers in my ear. He squeezes his hand on the side of my neck, lips brushing ever so slightly.
“It’s a turn-on,” I joke through heated cheeks, looking back at the two massive boys squished into the tiny backseat. Zepp closes his eyes, groaning at the thought.
“You’re soaked then, aren’t you?” Chase teases through a rasp, swerving on the road. Ugh—so not the time to think about this.
A warm hand rests on the upper part of my thigh. “I mean, we can totally skip the restaurant,” he says, glancing over at me. “Dinner is right here.” His voice strains.
His fingers work up my thigh, swirling around the seam of my jeans, sending electricity from his touch through my limbs. My breath hitches at what he’s implying as his fingers drift further and further up my leg. Almost meeting my jean-covered center, the soaking promised land.
“And dessert,” Seger says, lips brushing against my cheek, running his tongue along my skin.
“Horny bastards,” Zepp groans, slapping a hand onto Seger’s shoulder, pulling him back into his seat. Seger grumbles, punching his brother in the shoulder as he holds him back from the action.
“As much as I agree, let’s have an actual dinner, then we can play.” My cheeks heat hotter at Zepp’s tiny wink, only meant for me. On the inside, I’m thankful for his well-thought-out plan, and as for my other side, well—she’s needy, whiny, and wants more—so much more right now. Like, take off your pants going one-hundred miles an hour needy.
“Yes, food, then dessert,” I say, clutching onto Chase’s hand, weaving our fingers together, finding comfort in his grasp.
As we drive, my eyes drift out the window, watching the elite town pass by. Tall towers illuminate the darkened sky, surely packed with the town’s wealthiest folks, hard at work making their next million dollars. People fill the streets, taking advantage of the holiday tomorrow. No work. No school. Might as well pack the bars and restaurants for a good time.
East Point Bluff is a small town filled with the world’s wealthiest people. Movie stars, rock stars, and other rich people flock here in droves. And it shows. The people walking on the sidewalks in front of the designer stores deck themselves in jewelry and the latest fashions. Their shoes probably cost more than my modest VW bug sitting in the school’s parking lot.
“How did you manage to get a reservation for this place?” Zepp asks, eyeing the large crowd standing outside the dark-looking restaurant.
‘West Coast’s Tuscany’displays proudly above the doors and crowd, illuminated in a fancy cursive font. I’ve heard of this place before, very exclusive and very expensive. Chase pulls the car up to the curb and abruptly slams it into park, jostling our bodies forwards. The valet, standing outside, cocks his head to the side, unsure if he should approach.
Chase holds up a finger, turning towards us. “Reservation?” he gapes, looking back at the boys.
Horror fills his eyes the second he asks, like it never crossed his mind to get them. Maybe it didn’t. Everything has always been easy for him, handed to him on a silver platter. Sometimes you can’t even tell. He’s grounded, funny, polite, and an all-around great guy, definitely not the man I thought he was at the beginning of the school year.Thanks, Magnolia, for all that.
“Oh, you fucking genius. You didn’t think four people could waltz into the West Coast’s most famous Italian joint without a fucking reservation, did you?” Seger leans forward, eyebrows in his hairline.
Chase eyes me for confirmation, jaw tightening. I give a slight, subtle nod, trying not to pop his excited balloon. But by his defeated look, I know I’ve done just that—poor baby.
“Well shit, I’ve never had to do that before. We always just kinda show up.” He shrugs, waving a hand in the restaurant’s direction.
“Using that Benoit charm, I’m fucking sure.” Seger throws back with a smirk.
“Well.” He eyes me again with a grin. “It works, doesn’t it?”
A chuckle rumbles through my chest at his flirty behavior. “Might have, haven’t decided yet.” I shrug playfully, sending a flirty wink.
Determination burns through Chase’s eyes as he reaches for the door handle. “Stay here. I’m going to go work my magic,” he says, unbuckling his seat belt and bouncing out the door again. There’s a pep in his step as he heads towards the packed front door, speaking to the valet first. Several couples move out of the way for him, whispering to each other with wide eyes and smiles. By the look on their faces, they know exactly who he belongs to, and they want a piece of him. Mine—I think. He’s all mine.
