Chapter 40
CHAPTER
FORTY
WESLEY
Sliding my arms under Nola, I carefully lift her out between Jasper and Sylas. She’s passed out cold and is a bit too much of a deep sleeper for my liking.
Someone could break into her room and kill her, and she wouldn’t even wake up.
Well, not anymore. Not since Sylas put a camera in her room.
The man almost lost his shit when he had to spend two days without her.
Not that I blame him, I hate being away from her, too.
That's why I’m pretty much kidnapping her in the middle of the night. I haven’t gotten a chance to have her alone in a while.
“Wesley?” she mumbles my name in a soft, sleepy voice “What are you doing?”
“We’re going for a drive,” I tell her as I carry her down the stairs.
“A drive?” She blinks up at me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Two in the morning.”
Her brows furrow, and she looks adorable with her rumpled hair.
She’s more alert now, looking around as I bend down and open the front door.
She looks back up at me and sighs. “Do I wanna know?”
My lip twitches as I huff out a soft chuckle. “You’ll see when we get there.”
Leaning her head back on my shoulder, she doesn’t question me further.
It’s one of the things I love about this woman. She’s down for anything, trusts us without a second thought.
I get her in the passenger's seat of my car. “Uh, Wesley?”
“Yeah, Little Rabbit?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asks, grinning up at me.
“No?”
She sighs. “Give me your shirt.”
“What?”
“I’m practically naked.” She points to her breasts. Huh, she is. Sitting there with only her panties on. Shit.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it up and over my head before handing it to her.
As she puts it on, I head over to the driver's side.
“So, where are we going?” she asks, looking around as we speed away from our neighborhood.
“You’ll see,” I say, rolling the windows down, enjoying the spring night air.
She says nothing, just turns the music on. I snort a laugh when I hear “Stupid Boy” by Ashnikko start to play.
It’s not the kind of music I normally listen to, but there are a few songs I can tolerate.
As we drive, my attention flicks between Nola and the road. It’s like I can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s addicting, just her existence is enough to pull me into her orbit.
Reaching over, I place a possessive hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze.
I don’t know what this girl is doing to me, but she’s changing me.
I’d like to believe it’s for the better.
I’m still fucked in the head, that’s never going to change, but guess what? It turns out, I do have a heart. But it only works for her. I can live with that.
She looks over at me, the smile on her lips making her face light up, and fuck me, it does shit to me.
We sit in comfortable silence for the next half hour. Then I’m turning off onto a back road.
“You’re not bringing me out here to kill me, are you?” she asks, looking out the window.
“No,” I chuckle. “We might get off on your fear, but we’d never actually hurt you. I hope you know that.”
“I do.” She smiles.
I used to fear that if I ever got to have Nola the way I craved her, that I’d get so lost in the feeling of being inside her, that my darkness would take over, and I’d risk going too far.
Once I was put into that situation, I saw just how wrong I was.
I love her fear, her sobs, her tears. I’ve choked her until she passed out on my cock. But never did I think of ending her life, of allowing my darkness to take over. I’m always aware of her safety. And if I did ever slip up and really hurt her, I’d be the first one to put a bullet in my head.
“Is that a fire?” Nola asks, sitting up straighter, her attention on a flicker of light in the distance.
“It’s a bonfire.”
She turns to look at me. “You brought me to a bonfire?”
“No,” I snort out a laugh as I pull into the parking lot of the old abandoned racetrack.
I watch as her eyes light up, lips parting in surprise as she takes in the sights around us.
“I brought you to the race.”
Her head whips to the side, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I’m racing?”
“Fuck, no,” I grunt. “I’m not risking you crashing the car and killing us both. I’m racing. But you get to ride with me.”
“This is so cool!” Undoing her seatbelt, she crawls into my lap.
My hand grabs her hips, pulling her over and resting her over my hardening cock. She wraps her arms around my neck and grins down at me. “Wesley,” she whispers.
“Mhhmm,” I hum, gripping and massaging her ass.
She leans in, brushing her lips against mine. “I love you.”
My heart shudders in my chest. Never in my life have those three words ever hit me so hard. She’s said them before, says them all the time to the three of us, but it hits the same every time.
Closing my eyes, a possessive rumbling growl shakes my chest. Opening them, they’re heavy and filled with arousal, a hunger that I plan on fulfilling after I win tonight.
“Say it,” she whispers playfully. “Just once. For me.”
I narrow my eyes, but don’t say anything.
I love her. Hell, love doesn’t even describe the way I feel for her. But I don’t know how to say it.
I’ve never actually said the words to anyone before.
Maybe it’s stupid of me, they’re just three words. But when I open my mouth, nothing comes out.
There's a knock at the window, making us both jump.
“What the fuck do you want?” I growl, rolling the window down.
“Sorry to interrupt, man,” Tyron, the guy who runs these races, says. “But the next race is about to start. Did you want in on this one, or wait for the next?”
“Who's racing?”
“Axel Landry.”
That has me perking up.
“Landry?” Nola asks me, raising a brow.
“I’ll take this race. Give me three minutes.”
He nods. “You got it.”
“Is Jacob here?”
Tyron nods. “He’s with the car over there.” He nods to the side.
I look back to Nola. “Ready to see what I get up to when everyone is sleeping?”
She bites her lip with excitement. “Do the guys know you do this?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Just you.” I shrug. “And Jacob.”
“Who’s Jacob?”
“One of the Brotherhood members.”
“So, why don’t Sylas and Jasper know you do this?”
“Because knowing Jasper, he would be convinced I’d get myself killed.” I roll my eyes. “I’m fucking amazing, and win every time.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.”
“You better,” I growl, shoving the car door open.
Nola giggles as I throw her over my shoulder, making sure to pull the shirt down over her ass as I carry her like a caveman to the car I use for races.
“Jacob,” I greet him, sitting Nola down on the hood of the car. “She ready to go?”
Jacob nods, grinning. “She’s perfect, I checked her out myself.”
The rev of an engine catches my attention. “You ready to eat my fucking dust?” Axel, the cocky fucker asks as he grins at us. His blonde hair falls over his face. How the fuck does this asshole see?
He looks nothing like his father, too much of a pretty boy for my liking. A spoiled brat with too much time and money on his hands.
I’d love to see the look on his face when his father gets carried away in handcuffs. Bet he won’t be so cocky when he either has to step up and take his father’s place or lose it all.
“For someone who loses to me every single time, you sure are cocky,” I say deadpan. “Stop making yourself look stupid and get to the starting line.”
His smile falls, and he shoots me a murderous glare. “One of these days, I’m going to fucking murder you and your friends.”
“Excuse me?” Nola growls, and fuck, it’s adorable how stabby she can get.
“Watch what you say, Landry. You don’t want to start a war you know you can’t win.”
He flips me off before pulling ahead.
Picking Nola up, I put her in the passenger's side and strap her in.
“You sure we can’t pin all the murders on that asshole?” Nola asks as I turn the car around, bringing it to the starting line.
“As much as I’d love to, that motherfucker is too stupid to be able to have pulled off being the Butterfly Killer. No one would ever believe it.”
“Can I just kill him then? If his dad is going to be behind bars, he’s free game, right?”
“Unfortunately, no. His uncles would default as head of their family, and trust me, no one wants those crazy motherfuckers in charge of anything.”
“You could just kill them, too. Problem solved,” she says it so simply.
I can't help but chuckle. “I love how eager you are to solve all our problems with murder. But believe me when I say, as much as I’d love to do the same, we can’t.”
“Fine,” she huffs, crossing her arms, looking all cute and grumpy.
“You know what we can do, though?”
“What's that?” she asks.
“We can crush his pride and leave him in our dust.”
“Let’s do it.” She grins.
I rev my engine, the thrill I always get when I race starting to set in. Nola starts to vibrate with anticipation, a big grin on her face as the flag girl gets into position.
“Ready?” I ask Nola, not taking my eyes off the road in front of me.
“So ready.”
Rolling my windows down, I ignore Axel’s smack talk and focus.
The second the flag goes, I floor it.
Nola lets out a shrill scream of excitement before it breaks into hysterical laughter.
My lips twitch with a smile as I shift gears.
Axel is hot on my tail, and it doesn’t take long before we’re side by side.
Three laps, that's all it takes to win.
We’re pretty even by the time we’re heading toward the second round. That’s when this asshole thinks he can cheat.
This crazy fucker starts to swerve into my fucking car.
“Fuck!” I shout as I’m forced to correct myself before we fucking crash.
“Is he allowed to do that?” Nola asks.
“No,” I snarl. “He’s just butthurt he’s going to fucking lose.”
“So he’s cheating?” Nola sounds pissed for me. “That asshole. Well, fuck him.”
“Don’t worry, Little Rabbit, I got this.”
“So do I.”
My brows furrow, and I only take my eyes off the road for a split second. Enough time to see Nola shift in her seat.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I bark as she lifts her fucking shirt up.
A second later, I can hear Axel’s tires screech. He swerved, getting distracted by Nola.
“There we go.” Nola giggles, and a few seconds later, we’re crossing the line.