Turn & Burn (32 page)

Colt gripped my fingers. “Nice, firm squeeze. It won’t break. Put the top of your hand close to your lips. Now that you’ve got him all wet, slide your hand along his shaft while you suck. Drive him crazy real slow.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Caroline moaned. “Harder, Rowdy, lick it harder.” The wicked thrill of listening to someone else have sex, as always, added a layer of pleasure. Colt slid a hand through my thighs and found my clit. 

“Firm touch on the balls,” Colt murmured in my ear, ceasing my delicious massage to lift my other hand. “Just keep ‘em moving between your fingers. You wanna make him feel good, don’t’cha? This is the way.” I relaxed my fingers, allowing him to knead Jonny’s sac with my hand. He brushed my cheek with his lips before he let go and returned to my clit. I pressed my mound into his hand and swirled my tongue around Jonny’s shaft, needing him to groan again so I could feel Colt’s reaction.

Jonny dropped onto his elbows.

I realized what I could do for them, and at the same time, put Caine in a position of little choice. One all around win. Lifting my head, I stroked Jonny, but whispered to Colt. “You want to feel him inside me, don’t you? Feel his cock slide across yours?”

Desire flamed in his eyes. “Hell, yeah.”

I raised my voice. “Go get condoms. They’re in the Camaro. The lube’s in your trunk. I want you both at once.”

“Fuck racin’. I want what she’s gettin’,” Caroline announced.

While the guys donned condoms and passed around the lube, I gave Caroline a sly wink. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, bringing it to her eye. That damn giggle floated in the crisp air, taking my heart along for the ride.

I took Colt’s hand and got to my feet. “Not taking him up my ass,” I informed Jonny.

“God, I love this family.” Jonny slid to the ground. Colt took his place on the hood.

I placed a knee beside Colt’s thigh, giving his cock a doubtful look, but the need to let them touch drove me to scramble onto Colt’s lap. I positioned him at my entrance. Jonny gripped my hips. I worked myself down on Colt’s rigid cock, moaning at the hard thrust from Colt, and the way Jonny urged me lower.

To my left, Caine hesitated. I had no breath to hold, since Colt forced it out of me, but under Rowdy’s stare and Caroline’s soft smile, he finally snatched the box of condoms off the Corvair’s hood.

I turned back to Colt, exulting in my victory, and Caroline’s. He slid his hand behind my head and tugged my lips to his.

“One more gift I don’t know what to do with.” I kissed him before he could say anything else. Then Jonny was pushing into me, but from the side of my eye, I watched Caine lift Caroline into his arms. Rowdy moved in behind her. Somehow, those three ended up pressed to the side of the Corvair.

I could barely breathe, but began to rock. Being penetrated by two cocks felt like racing in every sense. I was flying, and at the same time, pinned down by forces that both thrilled and terrified me, but the pistons fired and pleasure built like a raging wind, sweeping my fear aside in a whirlwind of sensation.

Caroline’s cries sparked mine every bit as much as the two cocks thrusting inside me. The grunts and moans melded, each note vibrating through me. I spied Caroline stretching past Caine and leaned to my left to meet her lips. Her tongue became one more thrust into me, the softest, and yet, somehow, the one that hit me the hardest and kindled my orgasm.

I wrenched free and turned to kiss Colt, but saw that Jonny had beaten me there, as well.

Colt’s cock began to jerk. That sensation, along with his groans, might’ve set Jonny off. Both gripped me, but on the hood by my knee, Jonny’s hand clenched Colt’s. I stared at their interlocked fingers, gasping for breath and feeling the car sway on its springs as Rowdy strove for his finish, and Caine cried out his.

I dropped my head to Colt’s chest, staring at Caroline as Colt stroked my back.

Rowdy stepped away and stripped his condom off. “I reckon it’s time for me to roll.”

“Later, Rowdy. Good to see you haven’t forgotten how to be a dirty boy.” I gave him a drowsy smile from beneath heavy lids, wishing I could just roll over and fall asleep.

He bent and dropped a kiss on my cheek. “Merry Christmas, Shelby. Thanks for the invite. Guys, see y’all at the track, if not sooner.”

Everyone added his or her goodbyes. His engine fired. I struggled to sit, wishing there was a spare hand around to drive the Camaro home.

The Monte Carlo swept past. Blue dash lights cast his face into planes of light and shadow, but a different shadow caught my eye.

The bastard’s got a dash cam.

I was sure Rowdy hadn’t seen Colt touch Jonny, or their kiss, but the camera had a different view. He’d already sent one clip to Dale.

I scrambled off Colt, knocking Jonny backward in my haste. Bending, I muttered an apology and snatched my pants off the ground. “Where’s she going?” Jonny muttered. “Come back here, woman.”

Shoving my feet into the legs, I yanked them around my waist and stumbled for the Camaro. I didn’t bother with the seat belt. As soon as the engine caught, I slammed the tranny into reverse and raced out of the circle.

When I hit Old Cottonmouth Road, the Monte Carlo’s taillights were glowing dots in the pitch dark, about an eighth of a mile ahead. I gunned the engine, not caring if I tore up the car before Caine could sell it. I caught him before we reached the barricades. Sliding into the other lane, I hit fifth, jumping ahead in time to cut in front of him and race through the opening. Slamming the turn signal on, I geared down, moving to the side of the road.

“You’d better pull over, motherfucker.” To my relief, he swerved to the side of the road behind me. Jumping out, I ran to his side. He lowered his window with a cocky grin.

“Missed me that much?”

“The memory card, Rowdy. Give it to me.”

Even in the low light cast by his dash lights, something flashed in his eyes. Guilt? Jealousy?

“Give it here,” I repeated, shoving my hand through the window. “You aren’t leaving with footage of our party this time. I don’t appreciate knowing you recorded us years ago.”

“Never done nothin’ with that footage. Jesus, Shelby, chill.” He sighed and reached to eject the card. “I record every race.”

He laid it in my hand and started to speak again, but I shook my head. “Don’t even. Just go on home.” I stalked to the Camaro, heart pounding, and slid into the car. I dropped the small plastic chip into the leather surrounding the gearshift, then gripped the wheel and leaned my forehead against the horn, willing my heart to slow.

I thought about turning back, but Caroline passed me, tapping her horn. Caine’s truck stayed on her bumper.

I thought about running, but where? I needed space to think. I doubted I’d get it here. I could go to Dale and Mom’s new house, but after the spat we had when Macy found out I planned to stay at the old house, that wasn’t going to happen.

With nowhere left to go, I fell in behind them, leaving Jonny and Colt to their own devices.

As soon as I turned into the driveway and started down the slope, my lights struck Caine and Caroline. They leaned against Caine’s truck, kissing. No doubt, Jonny was nailing Colt on the hood of the Corvair.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” I muttered, parking in front of the garage. Since I’d blocked Caroline’s car, I left the keys in the switch and stalked past, furious with Rowdy because his dumb ass had ruined the party. I slung the sliding glass door open, and hustled to the bedroom to grab my stuff for a shower.

T
he television boomed in the den. Every male voice was raised in an effort to speak above the racket. I staggered down the hall, rubbing my eyes.

Caroline was seated on Caine’s knee with her arms wrapped around his neck. Ignoring her soft greeting, I grabbed the remote out of her hand and jabbed the volume button, wondering why in the hell they were watching a shopping network.

“Aw, somebody’s not a mornin’ person.” Caine leaned forward, causing Caroline to shriek. He wrested the device from my hand. “Don’t know why in the hell either of you think you can operate one of these.” 

“Y’all are just rude,” I snapped, moving toward the bar. Dishes and glasses filled the kitchen counters, but the vibrations coming through my knee said the dishwasher was running. I grabbed the coffee pot. “It’s empty.” Turning to glare was a waste of time. Not a soul looked my way.

“I have to go.” Caroline groaned. “Little Shelby’s gonna be up any minute.” She bent her head to kiss Caine.

I ripped the plastic lid off the container of Maxwell House. If he kept his tongue down her throat much longer, she’d need CPR.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

I shoved the scoop into the aromatic grounds and decided to just dump the fresh ones on top of the soggy ones in the filter. Lifting the lid covering the coffee maker’s reservoir, I watched through narrowed lids while he got to his damn feet with her in his arms. Seriously, what was up with his He-Man bullshit?

“Hey now? Where’s my goodbye kiss?” Jonny demanded, lifting his feet off the coffee table to stand.

Caroline’s giggle made me cringe.
Way too early to listen to that.
Or to watch Jonny’s hand slide over her ass. Didn’t these guys ever get enough sex? I dumped four scoops into the filter and wrenched on the cold water.

“Bye.” I nodded once as Caine strode toward the side door with Caroline in his arms, looking away to jam the carafe under the stream. Standing at the window, I couldn’t help but see him jog down the stairs, like she was some feather. He set her on her feet and pulled her into his arms.
Well, Merry fucking Christmas, Caroline. Gee, I left my camera at school.

“When this goes bad, I’m gonna spank your ass till you cry.”

I jumped, twisting to glare at Colt. “Fuck off.”

He ruffled my hair like a kid and leaned close. “Not kidding and not the sexy kind, either.”

“Not scared.” Cold water flowed over the top of the pot. I turned away from Colt and tipped the excess out before filling the reservoir. Frost edged the windowpanes, sparkled off the grass, and made their breath into fog. Caine finally opened Caroline’s door. She slid behind the wheel. He had to practically get on his knees to kiss her again before she finally backed out of the driveway.

He just stood there like a moron, watching her pull down the street out front of the house.

I whirled, colliding with Colt. “Could you move your ass out of my way?”

“Jesus Christ, you’re grouchy for a woman who had her brains fucked out last night.”

“We could give her a quick tune up,” Jonny offered. “Know what time the old folks are coming over?”

“Touch me and lose a hand. My eyes are still closed, so I could mistake anything for a thumb right now.” I drove my shoulder into Colt’s chest and made it to a barstool. “I did
not
get enough sleep. Why the fuck are y’all awake, anyway?”

“Caroline’s damn alarm started going off at five-thirty.” Jonny groaned. “Then Caine must’ve gone down on her for an hour. Didn’t even matter that he shoved his cock in her mouth, that woman can do some damn screaming. We gave up and came up here.”

I pictured them in the sixty-nine position on top of the pool table. Shuddering, I eyed the coffee pot. There was barely an inch of go-go juice in the bottom of the carafe. I thought about just going back to bed, then remembered the point to hooking up Caroline and Caine was to annoy Colt. Caine bounded up the stairs and jerked the side door open so hard, the little spring at the top shrieked.

“Finally feels like Christmas.” He shivered and closed the door.

“Might help if you put some fucking clothes on,” I muttered.

He grinned. “Goin’ to do that right now. Soon as I shower.”

I jumped off the stool. “Oh, hell no. I’m going first.”

He shrugged, running his hand down his bare abs. “Better move your ass, then. Guess I’ll grab some firewood and get a fire goin’. Dad and Macy should be here in about an hour.”

I stuck my head underneath the warm stream a few minutes later, wondering why my chest ached. Maybe running around bare-assed had given me a cold. Groaning, I propped my hands on the shower wall, enjoying the rush of hot water over my skin and tried to breathe deep. I couldn’t afford to get sick. Not now. Not before the race.

Mom and Dale arrived by the time I’d finished blow-drying my hair. Everyone was in the living room when I got there, so I curled up beside Dale’s feet on the floor. I was more excited about Dale opening his gift from me than I was about opening my own, but he stubbornly avoided the large package.

When he reached for the one from me with Colt’s name on it, I fussed. “No, yours is next.”

“Aw, sugar, let me save it,” he teased.

“Better let her have her way,” Ernie advised. “Or, she could give it to me. I got a spot all picked out for it.”

Dale gave in. I held my breath as he tore the thick brown paper. He gazed at the painting for a long moment, then cleared his throat. “You got a gift, girl. Where in the hell did you find these pictures?”

“Ernie. He has a huge scrapbook.” I leaned to peer around the edge of the custom frame, pointing to the two central images, to explain them to Mom. “This is Dale in his rookie season. He was eighteen.”