Wreck Me - Page 167

Face-to-face, the tension pulses between us.

“If you don’t play fair, there will be no winner,” he says.

“Don’t worry, I intend to make it painful.”

He looks unimpressed and unamused, jerking his chin in my direction. “Can we start already? I have better things to do.”

“She’s never going to be the one you’ll look at without seeing me behind her eyes.”

He gets in my face. “Abigail fades away by staying away, so if you do something she won’t love tonight, I’m going to kill you.”

I push him off me and get into my car, already riled up.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

When the flag goes down, we both speed off in a heap of scrunching tires.

It’s a close race, with Kaden constantly trying to have his nose upfront. He won’t win, but I like to give him the impression he could until I don’t fucking care about our stupid competition but about my ultimate prize.

Switching gears quickly and pulling at the gearshift, I take a dangerous curve and hold that advantage, crossing the finish line first. I flip him off in the mirror. I thought he would have been a better opponent, but on the last part, it’s as if he lost on purpose.

When he gets out, Abigail hugs his side, a secretive understanding passing between them.

I march toward them to get my true win for tonight.

“I am here to collect my prize for the night. I hope you won’t mind me returning her a bit ruffled.” Scooping her up, I throw her over my shoulder. Abigail slaps my back, telling me to put her down. I do that only when I reach my car and put her ass in the passenger seat.

Then I drive away. When I look at her, she’s completely at ease. She puts her feet on the dash, her eyes closed.

“You look awfully not mad.”

“It was a fair win.”

“No congratulations?”

“Even Kaden knew he had no chance.”

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and say through a clenched jaw, “You don’t fucking say his name tonight.”

But like the obstinate girl she is, she provokes me.

“Make me.”

Parking on the side of the road, I pull her over the console and drag her onto my lap.

I shut her up the only way I know, by kissing her. She gives in to the kiss as if she’s starving.

Why now, Abigail? And as a sucker for the last moments of this between us, I kiss her longer.

She plays with the ends of my hair, and through pecks, she says, “What other rules?”

She sounds too excited about this, breaking my heart even more. It’s hers anyway.

Let her wreck me completely.

“Only one. There are none.”

“Okay.”