Crashing Hearts (Pine Valley College #2)

45. Bones

CHAPTER 45

BONES

S kylar is busy practicing for the upcoming race. It’s in a few days, and they are determined to win and prove to whoever is trying to sabotage them that they can’t stop them. I’m scared for him, but I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing. He won’t back down from this, and I love that about him. It’s his passion, and I know he’s going to win that title.

There will be other titles and wins, but this one is more important than ever now.

Bones: Don’t forget to eat. I ordered delivery for all of you.

Stalker: God, I love you. I’m going to show you how much with my mouth tonight.

Biting back my grin, I shake my head.

Bones: Eat, drink, and practice. Don’t make me watch you lose. My boy doesn’t lose.

Stalker: Not a fucking chance, angel. I’ll win and then spend all night letting you fuck this champion.

“Earth to Bones,” Lally calls.

I jerk my head up and drop my phone. “Sorry,” I mutter. I don’t see Lally much. I don’t think Evan even does, to be honest. It’s like she’s pulled away, which is exactly why I’m here. I know everyone is concerned. “So how are you?”

“Really?” she scoffs. “You aren’t the type for small talk. What’s up, hot stuff? We’re friends and all, you know, bonded over serial killers, but we aren’t close enough to be getting all emotional over tea.”

She nods at the table on the quad we occupy.

“We are worried, that’s all,” I admit.

“What, did you stage an intervention?” She laughs. “I’m fine. No one’s worried. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Of course we are.” I frown, but she forces a smile.

“I hear you and race boy are together. Tell me, is he good in bed?” I arch a brow at her obvious tactic, but she looks desperate to escape our talk, so I sigh and allow her to change the subject. Hopefully, Evan will have more luck with her, but as long as she knows she has us, that’s all that matters.

“I love him,” I tell her.

“Damn, never thought I’d see the day. I guess that means I’m the only single one.” She smirks, but it seems wrong.

“Lally, we’ve been through hell. Serial killer survivors, remember? I’m here if you need to talk or just be with someone. I can never replace Tommy?—”

She swallows, and I wince.

“But we’re your friends.”

“Got it.” She smiles, but again, it doesn’t reach her eyes. I know what it’s like to hide, run, and deflect all too well.

“Bones! Lally!” Alice calls, and I wave as she heads our way with a huge smile.

“Well, I better go.” Lally leaps up, grabs her bag, toasts me with her herbal tea, then hurries away, leaving me stunned as Alice reaches our table.

“Lally!” Alice calls to her retreating back, and she seems to slump as she watches her leave.

“She’s avoiding you too, huh?” I ask carefully, seeing her pain.

“Something like that,” she mutters as she sits, looking dejected. Alice has grown up a lot since everything happened, but sometimes she is still so innocent that she makes me want to protect her.

Reaching over, I pat her hand. “She’ll come around, just keep trying.”

“Thanks.” She perks up. “Look at you, trying to comfort me. Skylar has really done a number on you.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I groan. “It’s cute! How are you guys?”

“We were talking about you,” I point out.

“And I don’t want to, so come on, one of us should be happy,” she pleads. “Are you happy?”

“I am,” I admit. “More than I’ve ever been.”

“At least that night was good for something. It brought you two together, even if it drove Lally and me apart,” she mutters before perking up. “Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about? Is it what we were talking about in the meeting?”

I know pushing will only make it worse. Whatever is going on between them is their business. Sometimes, you just have to let two people figure it out, like Skylar and me. “Yes, I was hoping you would help me.”

“You got it. Count me in.”

Sky and I managed to sneak some time together early in the morning or late at night. Between my lectures, Silent Rose, putting my life back together, and Skylar practicing, we have been super busy, but it’s the night before his big race, and we are finally alone with nothing to do.

My legs are draped over his as we sit on our balcony, his hand rubbing my thigh as he sips his wine and looks out at the city, but I only look at him.

He’s the best fucking view.

It’s quiet and warm, and I’m in my happy place. There are no outside pressures or prying eyes, just him and me and the love between us.

We didn’t start in the best way, but I am so glad he never gave up on me because I can’t imagine my life without him. His gaze swings to me, and when he catches me staring, his smile only grows. “See something you like, beautiful?”

“Absolutely,” I murmur as I kiss his cheek. “But you look worried.”

“Just nervous about tomorrow. It’s been too quiet since Mackie’s accident and the press conference,” he admits.

I frown. “You think they will try something on race day?”

“I don’t know. I’d like to think they are afraid, but it doesn’t seem like them. I’m worried they will do something. What if Mackie gets hurt?”

“Hey.” I turn his face until he meets my gaze. “Noah will have a million precautions in place. It’s all going to be fine. You are going to win, and those idiots will get caught. That’s all there is to it.”

“I hope so,” he whispers. “I hate waiting. I wish they would just do something, you know? I keep replaying everything in my head.”

Lifting onto my knees, I swing my leg over his lap, silencing him. “Then let me take your mind off it.”

I take his wine glass as he peers up at me and sip the liquid before I put it down. Tilting his head back, I press my open mouth to his and force him to drink it from me. When I pull back, his eyes burn with hunger. “You’ll be fine, but let me show you a preview of what will be waiting for you at home when you win.”

His eyes narrow in desire as he leans back. “Show me then, angel. Show me why I should win.”

I smirk down at my boy as I reach behind me and slowly tug my shirt up. I hear his groan as I throw it to the side, wearing nothing but boxers. I shimmy them down next as I stand, and then I kneel before him, sliding my hands up his jean-clad legs. His chest rises rapidly now as he reaches out and gulps his wine. He tosses his glass aside as I reach the buckle of his jeans and unzip them. I tug his jeans down, and he lifts his hips so I can ease them off. Running my tongue up each thigh then back down, I tease him before kissing up his legs, ignoring his hard cock as I slide up and straddle him. My hands fist his shirt before I rip it open to expose his chest. I run my tongue teasingly around his nipple, then he grabs my chin and jerks me up. He kisses me, but I pull away, wagging my finger.

“Uh-uh, I wasn’t done,” I tease.

His eyes are harsh now, but he leans back, his face flushed from wine and desire as I slide my body across his, rolling my hips and rubbing myself against him as I sweep my hands down his chest. “I love your chest. It’s one of my favorite parts of you. So thick, so perfect . . .”

“What’s the other part?” he asks, his voice tight.

“Your thighs.” I press against his cock. “So big and easy for me to balance on.”

“What else?” he growls, watching me with fire in his eyes.

I smirk as I rub against him, winding my hips. “Hmm, I like your arms, the way they bulge as you hold me, and the veins on your forearms.”

“What else?” he prompts.

“Your face is nice too,” I tease.

He grips my hips, and my eyes widen a fraction before I’m tossed to the side. He flips me and pushes me onto all fours, pressing his dick against my ass as he grabs my hair and yanks my head up until his mouth brushes my ear. “And this? Do you like my cock, angel? Isn’t it your favorite part of me?” He pushes the tip inside me, and I bite back my groan, even as I widen my stance on the cushions. His tongue darts out to lick my lobe before he bites down. “Well?”

“I can’t remember. I guess you’ll have to remind me,” I taunt.

“Remember what you said,” he warns, and his other hand anchors on my thigh as he pulls away. I frown, about to protest, before he slams into me, forcing his length all the way inside me.

My cry fills the air, but neither of us cares.

He pulls out and slams back in, making me fall forward, but he drags me back up, working himself into me. Pleasure and pain courses through me as his hand slides from my hip and circles my length, playing with my piercings. “Do you remember now?”

“Your hands . . . I like your hands.”

“Bratty boy,” he mutters as he bites my neck. “Fine, have it your way.”

He keeps me pinned under him, not moving, and I frown as I hear rustling.

Sky wraps my discarded shirt around my eyes, blindfolding me. “Focus on me,” he snarls as he fights my body, pushing deeper as I arch back and take more. “That way you’ll never forget your favorite part of me again.”

I can’t see, and it seems to heighten every sensation—the soft give of the cushion below me, his skin sliding down my back as he kneels behind me, our scents, and the red wine in the air. It all becomes too much, and when he pulls out and pushes into me, I scream.

“That’s it, angel. Scream for me. Let everyone hear. Scream until the cops come,” he snarls as he tugs me back onto his length, fucking me hard and fast. The furniture rocks on the balcony with how fast he claims me. My breath comes in gasps, my cries coming out loudly. Without the sight of the skyline, it’s easy to forget where we are, but a soft breeze rolls over me and heightens my pleasure.

His hands dent my inked skin as he drives into me from behind.

“Sky,” I beg.

“That’s it, beautiful. Say my name . . . Scream it,” he orders, his voice tight as he powers into me, still gripping my cock. I roll my hips into his hand before pushing back to take more.

I can’t handle it anymore. My balls draw up, and red-hot pleasure arcs through me, spilling over as I bellow. I lock up below him as my ass tightens around him, and he groans against my neck, burying himself deep inside me as I feel his cum fill me.

I can’t hear much over my pounding heart and heavy breathing, my eyes straining in the darkness as I slump.

His hand slides up my back, and he kisses the nape of my neck before tugging the blindfold down. Sky turns my head and kisses me softly. “I bet you remember now, but I’ll remind you every day if I have to,” he teases into my kiss.

“You better.” I grin as he wraps me in his arms and tugs me down. I cuddle against him, happy and sated, his smile reflecting mine.