Impetuous (Victory Lap Book 1)

by Mercedes Jade

  "Gonna take you to Bastion before we give Jacobs more to gossip about to my mum," War said, and Tess thought it might have been repeated. She shook herself, stepping back, and he stood back up.

  "Save some for me," Bastion complained. "What happened, Tess? Did the devil get your tongue?"

  She turned on her heel. "Let's go," she said to War, determined not to react further. These boys didn't need the advantage of knowing how much their kisses sent her libido skyrocketing.

  "She tastes amazing," War said. "You're damn lucky we agreed to share or else I'd be taking sweet Tess for a house tour right now," War added.

  "Where is your car?" Tess asked.

  "In the garage," War said. He grabbed her hand, but gentler this time, giving it a little squeeze. "Come on."

  The garage was another huge building that could house their town-home a few times over. It wasn't filled with cars, however, only three vehicles sitting inside and a lot of empty space. War took her over to the smallest car. She had no idea what it was but there were only two doors and it was a cherry red.

  "Does it have seat warmers?" she asked as she put her backpack on the floor.

  War sighed. "No, it does not have seat warmers. This is a classic in original condition."

  Bastion laughed and she could practically see the smirk through the sound of mocking in the earbud. "Old is what he means. Too ancient for electronics."

  "I'll just keep your sweater on if that's okay?" Tess said, wondering if he would object to her sitting on his sweater when he normally wore it over his chest.

  "Pumpkin, that's my game sweater. I won't wash it this season after you give it back to me," he replied.

  She wrinkled up her nose. "Smelly," she accused.

  "Lucky," he said.

  She got in. The leather of the seats didn’t feel the same as Bastion’s car but it somehow was more comfortable. It was slipping on a favourite pair of jeans, worn just right in all the places your body stretched them. The seat didn’t need even need a warmer to ease her muscles.

  Bastion was getting impatient. "I'm waiting. The twins have their phones. Get Tess over here before Kade. He's going to have a lot to say."

  "Are the kids home? Did you try knocking?" Tess asked. She felt a tiny bit guilty about leaving Bastion out in the cold, waiting, despite her taunt earlier.

  "Yeah, I knocked. They're not home or they're not answering."

  "Do they have plans to stay out late tonight?" War asked. He turned the car over, switched the heat on and waited for her to seat belt herself.

  "No, I don't know. I can text."

  She did—finding out that both twins were at the house of somebody called Stacey and they had brought Sneakers with them—receiving the same text back from both of them to answer her, one after the other. There was a second text from Ashley telling her that they were going to pick up fried chicken and bring some home for her. She quickly told War and Bastion, puzzling over why the kids would pick up fried chicken, given their dietary preferences.

  "Good," Bastion said.

  "Good for what?" she said. "You planning at yelling and need the privacy, or will that be Kade?"

  "I told you what I want to do," Bastion said.

  She rolled her eyes, then realized he couldn't see her. "One track mind, much?" she said. "I've calmed down. Had second thoughts. Plan on acting without wild abandon, thanks."

  "We'll see. What's your safe word?" Bastion asked.

  "Pink," she squeaked out as War took a corner hard. He drove a lot faster than Bastion.

  "Don't forget it, cause unless I hear that word, I'm going to assume you're consenting and participating, Kitten."

  “Gotta get something out of your system?” War said with his own chuckle.

  “Slow down,” Tess complained as they took another corner too fast.

  “We’re all wound up tight right now. You’re lucky it’s just me and War that caught you first after you got yourself into trouble at Daniels. Kade isn’t going to race around too fast or fuck you until that angry worry is burned off,” Bastion warned her.

  “Oh yeah?” Tess said, faking bravado. It was easier when nobody could see her knees knocking together. “What’s Kade going to do, then?”

  War made another turn. She grabbed her seat and held on.

  “He’s going to talk and Keir will hold you down if he has to in order to get you to listen,” Bastion said. “See you in a few minutes, Kitten.”

  The earbud clicked off as Bastion hung up. Tess was in trouble.

  Chapter 25

  BASTION MADE IT SOUND like a reckoning was waiting for her at home. Was he still planning on trying to seduce her on the side table in the front entrance of the townhouse, or would Kade and Keir arrive to sandwich her for their own dominating, protective response to her trip to Daniels?

  Way too soon, War pulled into her townhouse complex and parked his beautiful car in the last spot of the front visitor’s lot, right beside Bastion’s silver Mercedes.

  Tess froze in her seat.

  War reached over and clicked her seatbelt open. “I’m willing to try some backseat action like the twins, except I don’t have a backseat, Pumpkin.”

  She turned to him. “Kiss me?” she asked. It would mean making Bastion wait, but right now, she needed the reassurance of War’s sure kiss. He was strong and sweet, a perfect combination.

  His seat went back. “Come here,” he told her.

  Maybe he thought she would chicken out? Licking her lips, she leaned over to his seat and kissed his mouth. He cupped her face and reached over with his other hand, dragging her further, helping her to turn and crawl over to straddle his lap. The steering wheel dug into her back until his big hand cushioned her, hugging her even closer to him as he let her slowly devour his mouth.

  He leaned back in his seat and enjoyed every stolen moment.

  Bastion knocked on the window sometime later.

  “Goin’ ta love you properly, and I can’t here,” War rumbled out, her lips still pressing up against his as he tried to draw back, making his accent even harder to understand.

  The door opened, Bastion not waiting any longer. Only War’s grip on her stopped Tess from tumbling out at Bastion’s feet.

  “We were busy,” Tess muttered. “Didn’t you see the don’t disturb sign?”

  “You looked finished,” Bastion said, grabbing her arm.

  “Only getting started,” Tess retorted.

  “Poor choice of set up, Pumpkin. War can’t get his dick out and keep you on top in his Spitfire. Let’s move the shagging inside, shall we?” Bastion said, not really giving her a choice as he reached over to get a grip under her other arm and haul her off War’s lap.

  “All I hear is jealousy,” War said, though he didn’t stop Bastion, getting out of the car himself and locking it after he grabbed her backpack.

  Bastion put her down on her feet. “Look at me,” he ordered when she stared at his chest and swallowed her sudden nervousness.

  She glanced up and then quickly back down.

  War came up behind her and tsked. “What happened to the girl that told Bastion he could freeze his balls off waiting for her?”

  She looked back up at Bastion again, this time staring at his black eye. Unable to stop herself, she reached up and brushed her fingers against the swelling over his cheekbone. “Idiot,” she said.

  Bastion snorted a little laugh, then turned his face to kiss her hand, nibbling one of her fingers before he released it. “Worth it,” he declared.

  “Let’s get you out of the cold,” War said from behind her.

  “I can walk on my own,” she insisted before he could pick her up again.

  “Don’t think we’re going to let you go,” Bastion said, snagging one of her hands before pulling her along. War followed.

  “Are you mad?” Tess asked as they approached the stairs to her townhouse.

  “Honestly? I’m angry at a lot of people, myself included, for letting you get into trouble w
hen I knew it would happen and I could have done something to prevent it. I held myself back because you don’t know us well yet, and that isn’t a mistake I’ll make again,” Bastion said.

  She fished the keys for the door out of her backpack once War handed it to her. That hadn’t been the answer she had expected, fumbling the keys as she tried to push them into the lock. Bastion’s hand went over hers and guided them in smoothly.

  “I’m still going to address the recklessness of your actions, Kitten,” Bastion whispered into her ear, closing in from behind her and trapping her against the door and his body. “After I make you come so hard, you’ll forget this nonsense about leaving us.” She swallowed thickly again. He let her turn the key fully and push the door open to get some breathing room.

  He was on her again in a heartbeat. She dropped the backpack and was picked up by the hips, practically tossed onto the side table in the front entrance. Bastion fit himself between her thighs, hands running up her sides, under her kilt and fingers finding the top of her panties. He kept his blue eyes fixed on hers, not pressing kisses against her as he waited a moment for her to protest.

  A tiny twist of his lips, half a smile, that was all the warning she got before he pulled her panties down to her knees. “It’s not too late to cry for mercy,” he counselled, thumbing her knees where he held her panties tight and paused again.

  “Please don’t tease,” she said, gripping the sides of the table. This was crazy but she didn’t care. This moment might be all she had left after Daniels, although the guys didn’t know it yet. There was no going back, no hesitation with Bastion pushing her where she needed him to go. “Don’t judge, just fucking do it. I want-”

  He kissed her. It was nothing like War. Bastion took and he did it hard, accepting that she could handle him. Her panties were stripped and she had no idea where they ended up, caught in Bastion’s turbulent kiss. He ground his erection through his dress pants, the silky material soft on her thighs despite the hard way he thrust into the space he had made for himself, rubbing against her clit in urgent demand.

  She felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, then drifting down to her knees and pushing her open even wider. His pelvis thrust again, his mouth mimicking the movement with his tongue pushing into her mouth and claiming it. She rocked up against him, slanted her face and ran her hands through his hair, moaning her consent.

  His fingers found her clit and then two of them corkscrewed into her pussy, plunging after getting her wet arousal all over them. The invasion made her suck in a deep breath and rock again, feeling her climax squeezing all around already and threatening to push her over.

  She wanted to pull back from his kiss, warn him she was going to come but he wouldn’t leave her mouth, and his fingers kept plunging in and out of her pussy, heedless of how her body tightened and she shook.

  Kade said something. His brother answered. War might have spoken, accent so damn thick it was impossible to decipher. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t listening, hadn’t even heard the twins come in, screaming as she came, the sound echoing in her head as Bastion smothered it, mouth feasting on hers as he forced her to ride his hand through the vicious orgasm.

  “She’s okay,” Keir was saying as she started coming down. Bastion was fluttering his fingers inside of her although he stopped thrusting them in and out. She felt herself squeeze tenderly around his digits, her muscles sore from the rough fingering now that she had ridden her pleasure out. “I’m going to move the car. We parked on the sidewalk out front ‘cause Kade was so worried.”

  The sound of the door opening and closing as Keir left was her signal that she had to open her eyes again from when she’d clenched them while coming so hard she felt they had rolled up in her head. No denying that all the guys were here and this couldn’t be pushed off any longer.

  Bastion’s blues were dark as her eyes blinked open. He was crowded close to her, invading every personal inch, his fingers still inside her as he reminded her with another curled stroke against something that made her gasp. His self-satisfied smirk was accompanied by a wink.

  She let go of the table sides and put both her hands on Bastion’s chest, giving him a good shove. He didn’t move but his smile got bigger.

  “Not so easy to push me away when I’ve got myself inside of you,” Bastion taunted.

  She growled. There was no other description for the sound that came out of her, frustration and relief intermixed. He had taken the edge off of her need, the anger and fear she had felt in Daniels less sharp with her lust aroused and tempered so quickly. Strong emotions all fed from the same deep well, a primal instinct that Bastion stroked with his clever fingers.

  Release was a relief that left her better able to ground the rest of her whirlwind feelings.

  “That was a mistake,” she told Bastion.

  His smile twitched and his eyebrows went up.

  “You’re lucky her brother and sister didn’t catch you two,” Kade remarked. “What the hell were you thinking, Bastard?”

  Bastion curled his finger again. Unlike the time he had continued to play with her after she came on his face, this time she was more relaxed before he restarted his teasing. If it wouldn’t encourage him in entirely the wrong way, she’d take him up on his earlier offer to fuck her after the orgasm.

  They had an audience. Fewer witnesses were better when she submitted to Bastion’s dark brand of dominance. And what she was going to do now was guaranteed to blow back at her later.

  She reached down, and instead of pulling Bastion’s stubborn, teasing fingers from herself and engaging in a battle she might not win, she cupped his erection. He made a sound that wasn’t unlike the growl from her. Her climax might have left her softened but he was hard and thrust into her hand. She tightened her grip.

  “I told you that you made a mistake,” she repeated for him, and then she took a big breath and said what she had to before Bastion could change her mind.

  All of these guys were willing to sacrifice themselves to keep her safe, had grouped together as the Musketeers, as they were jeered at the school to defend Kade, and now, they would transfer that protective circle of friendship to her. If she let them. If she didn’t care enough to stop them.

  The big breath and she spat out her lie to save them. “My daddy doesn’t let me play with boys, no matter how charming. You should’ve kissed me before midnight. And by kiss, I meant fucked me instead of these sexy little games, talented as you are with your fingers and mouth. Now, it’s too late.”

  Bastion pulled his fingers from her and she released him. He didn’t back off though, of course not, keeping her legs spread around him as he crowded closer to her, leaning down so their mouths were almost kissing. He didn’t say anything, letting three breaths pass between them before Keir opened the door and walked back into the tense room after parking his SUV with the announcement she had been expecting.

  Just not this soon.

  Panic choked the breath from her lungs.

  Couldn’t she have had a few more minutes? Days? She might have hoped for weeks, foolishly, but the moment she saw Rachel, she knew he was coming.

  “Bastard, her dad’s here,” Keir repeated again, coming up to whisper it into Bastion’s ear. Dark, stormy eyes so like Kade’s were on her face, looking for her reaction.

  She breathed in slow and painfully. Her mask was in place, as good as any a whore painted on. Fitting, since she was playing the role of a betraying bitch that was loyal only to the biggest, meanest junkyard mutt.

  Chapter 26

  “TESSA, HONEY? CAN WE come in? Getting cold out here for Ashley. I brought some fried chicken if you’re hungry.”

  Fuck, why hadn’t she paid to Ashley’s second text about the chicken? It had been a giveaway, not something she would have expected from her sister. He had the twins and she had been screwing around, unaware.

  Nobody would know it had been years since she had heard that man’s voice or the dread that crawled up her spine as she
shoved Bastion back and hopped off the table. She didn’t quake, didn’t stutter or squirm under her father’s black gaze as he opened the door and judged her from head to toe.

  Dismissed in a moment, Gregory Sinclair’s eyes left her and looked over each of the boys, giving them all more consideration than he had his oldest daughter. Ashley and Jason stood timidly behind him, hands folded for Ashley and fisted at his sides for Jason, both gazes searching for answers in Tess’s eyes. She blinked, looking ahead and showing nothing.

  “Jason’s eating vegetarian and Ashley is avoiding the gluten in breading, so the fried chicken is mine. Give it here,” Tess said, opening her hands and holding them out to take the bucket. “Where’s my dog?”

  She got handed the bucket with a sneer. Another father and daughter might look like they were going to embrace, not them.

  “Sneaks is tied up o-outside,” Jason said, almost whispering it. She put the chicken down on the floor beside the side table, not able to set it where she had so recently been pleasured. She wasn’t going to let anything from Greg touch that memory.

  “Who the fuck are these boys?” She turned around, braced for a broadside. “Your mother’s gone one week and you’ve quit your school and are entertaining these assholes?” Greg said, eyeing up Kade last.

  “It’s called a job. I give them the answers to their homework and they give me cash. I hear you’re familiar with the set-up of goods and services sales ever since you got kicked from the force and started hocking powder for Jensen,” Tess said.

  Kade sucked in a deep breath. He was behind her, so she didn’t think her father would hear him. No, Greg’s attention was all on Tess as she dropped Jensen’s name. It had been a guess, but after today, an informed one.

  “Get out,” Greg said to the boys.

  Tess somehow managed to keep her relief from showing as her father dismissed the guys without paying them further attention. Safe. “Take the kids with you and feed them something they can eat,” Tess said, keeping the pleading out of her voice. “Daddy and I have to talk privately.”