Read books online » Young adult » Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

Book online «Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖». Author Ella Savitskaya



1 ... 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 ... 104
Go to page:
39

I gasp, pushing the bike to the start. The adrenaline inside me is burning with the anticipation of the race. I miss the track. How long has it been since I've raced? A year. Last time I almost fell off the bike on one of the corners. I was stoned. Today I'm stoned, too, but this time my stoner isn't about getting high. She, dressed in her new grid-girl uniform, walks out into the middle of the road and sets her eyes on me, ignoring the second racer.

My insides are all aflutter at the sight of the savage. She's got a short skirt on her taut body, so short that if I sat down next to her to tie her shoelaces, I could see the mole on her left buttock, for fuck's sake. And on top there is a leather top, tight around my favorite little tits.

My dick twitches, grows full and rests painfully against my fly. If he could talk, he'd accuse me of two weeks of deliberate celibacy. Stay still, bro! Just a little while longer, and we'll get to our sweet bone.

I adjust the stone hard-on with my hand, feeling the aching pain in my shoulder. The aftermath of yesterday's fight. I'd had two in fourteen days. Larry seemed determined to make the most of my opportunities, because now he'd put me in every sparring session, even though I'd never had more than one every three weeks before. The asshole decided to get his dough back faster and squeeze the most out of me. But it's better this way. I'd sooner pay off my debt and be free of him.

Rie shakes her hair, bringing me back from my thoughts of fighting to reality. Fourteen days. Fourteen fucking days I haven't seen her.

I felt it was the right thing to do. She needed that time. I needed it. To breathe deep and try to just breathe. To ignore the hangouts that essentially didn't appeal to me in any way. To take a stab at sports and make time for Lucas. My brother, it turned out, wasn't too keen on spending his nights in clubs, either.

After talking to Lana, she stopped snorting at any of my remarks and rolling her eyes. The hatred and contempt disappeared from her eyes. The slamming of the door stopped, and yesterday evening, when Luc and I went to watch John Wick in the living room, Lana sat down next to me on the couch with a bowl of chips and three bottles of beer.

I also found myself an apartment in the middle of the city. An imposing size loft with panoramic windows, just the way Rie likes it. Once, when she was still living with us, I overheard her talking to her sister about how she wanted to live in an apartment with lots of light and floor-to-ceiling windows, too. Well, there is a lot of light in my apartment.

Siblings aren't aware of the changes yet. I'm ready to loosen the leash and give them a little more freedom, but I can already imagine what kind of ass Lana could get herself into with the joy of her freedom.

Rie's slender arms rise slowly, while her gaze is fixed on me. There's a shitload of people around, the beats of the music vibrate in the air, and her green eyes draw me in. She missed me. Missed me as much as I did. As we drove here, I was bombarded by the intensity with which Rie pressed against me from behind.

Wait another hour, my precious, and I'll show you what it's like to wiggle your ass in front of me.

As soon as Reenah's fingers unbutton her top, I roar from my seat, checking out her modest white bra in the process.

The air rushes past, whistling in my ears, the music receding, leaving the beats behind. My veins sizzle with melting point. Another racer overtakes me for a brief moment, spurring me to push my speed to the maximum. Fuck you, man! Victory will be mine. Breathe the dust for a while. I lunge forward and on the turn I gather up a column of dry dust. With the deafening screeching of chicks, I predictably finish first.

The crowd rushes toward me before I even get off the bike. I smile broadly at them, letting myself bathe in the glow of victory for a brief moment. But it doesn't taste perfect. My most important spice, which gives spiciness, is chilling somewhere at a time when her presence is needed right here and now.

Rising from the bike, I roll it aside and, no longer responding to the flattering scatterings, search the dark top of head with my eyes.

"Have you seen Reenah?" I ask Red when he manages to get through to me.

"Yeah, she's talking to Max by the garage."

Okay. Thoughts of all kinds start swarming under the crust of my brain, but I just go where Red said.

"Rie, you know the rules. Dan explained it to you. He said he'd cut you some slack in the beginning, but you've been here for a month. I can't pay you the same as everyone else if you don't keep your end of the bargain. The girls are dissatisfied"

Max's voice sounds demanding as I approach them on the deserted path, covered in fine crumbs of rock.

"I don't care what they're dissatisfied with" My savage snarls and folds her arms across her chest. "They get paid, unlike me."

"What do you mean, unlike you? Dan counts out the same amount to everyone."

Max seems unaware of his partner's antics. He looks surprised and annoyed.

"Dan doesn't pay me anything. I'm working off a debt here. Not my own." Rie takes a cigarette out of his purse and lights it. "Ask him"

"Why don't you?"

"Because I don't want to spread the word about the person I'm here for now."

"I can't decide anything until I know something, Marina."

I'm starting to get sick of his demanding tone.

"There's something to know, Max!"

Rina turns around at my remark, and Max's disgruntled face peeks out from behind her shoulder.

I move closer and put my arms around Rina's neck. The race organizer's eyes widen in surprise as he puts the puzzle together in his head. Yeah, that's right. There's no way you're going to get that sexy hellcat naked. The bra is one thing. I don't give a shit about it. But what's underneath is mine. And seeing it may cost others their eyesight.

‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍
1 ... 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 ... 104
Go to page:

Free ebook «Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment