Whiskey Throttle (Crash &Burn Book 2)

by C. Davis

  “Why should I trust you?” I asked.

  “You have no reason to and I don’t blame you for not wanting to. It was out of Lance’s control. Once you’re in The Royales, there’s no getting out.”

  “So, you’re saying “The Royales” are like… a gang.”

  “They’re an elite club. My brother is dangerous and very much clinically insane.”

  “So, have him committed.”

  “Yeah,” he winced, “That didn’t work out too well.”

  Vincent raised his shirt to reveal a scar on his left side. It ran diagonally, three inches to be exact.

  “Oh, my goodness,” I whispered, “H-he…”

  “Yes, Lance and I tried to shut them down. Long story short, it didn’t work.”

  I stepped closer, reaching out to trace the scar. Vincent closed his eyes and shuddered, sucking in a breath.

  How could his brother do that to his flesh and blood?

  I pulled away and uttered an apology. “I’m sorry.”

  “Not your fault,” he muttered.

  I felt like it was though. If Lance and I never met, the bet would’ve never happened.

  “Lance did like you. I’m so sorry you got sucked into the game.”

  “Game?”

  “He…”

  “The fuck is this shit?!” Lance’s voice echoed through the woods.

  I turned on my heels and rolled my eyes. “Calm down, we were just talking.”

  “Vincent,” Lance narrowed his eyes, “I’ll meet you back at the bar. Camila and I need to talk.”

  Vincent offered me a sympathetic smile before leaving me alone with Lance.

  “Lance, you can’t just…”

  Lance grabbed my wrist, jerking me forward. I stumbled forward into his chest hard.

  “Goddammit Lance,” I growled.

  Nothing was ever simple when it came to Lance. He’s cocky and arrogant. And now, possessive over me.

  “What the hell were you doing with him?”

  “Nothing,” I muttered under my breath.

  “You’re lying.”

  He wasn’t wrong.

  I was.

  “Quit being crazy.”

  “You haven’t seen crazy yet, Senorita.”

  Lance slammed his mouth onto mine and growled when I deepened the kiss. Just like last time, I found myself completely powerless. It was like goddamn high school all over again. Before all

  the bullshit. The Royales. Lance's betrayal. Before all hell broke loose. Before I swore to ruin him as he did to me.

  I was in deep shit.

  I was starting to fall for him all over again.

  And that's bad.

  Very. Fucking. Bad.

  “Lance,” I shoved him back, “Dammit, you can’t just…”

  He curled his lips and sneered. “Can’t just what? Huh, fucking tell me.”

  “We’re not in high school anymore.”

  He shook his head and agreed, “You’re right. We’re not teenagers anymore.”

  “Then you know we’re toxic when we get together. This,” I breathed out, “I can’t do this with you anymore. Find yourself a new fuck buddy.”

  “Is that what you really want?”

  No.

  “It’s what I need.”

  “No.”

  “No what?”

  “You’re mine, Senorita.”

  “I’m tired, Lance. I’m done.”

  “We’re. Not. Done.” He hissed through clenched teeth.

  Lance shoved me against the tree and crushed his lips to mine. This kiss was anything but gentle. He punished my mouth, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.

  “You’re mine,” Lance groaned.

  “Lance,” I moaned, “Just fuck me so I can go home.”

  Lance chuckled darkly and cocked his head to the side. "No, you're done when I say we're done."

  I shoved him, but he gripped my waist and hissed. "And I haven't had my fill of you yet. Far from over, Senorita."

  “Fuck you, Lance.” I whispered, “Just fuck you.”

  For a moment, his anger diminished. He almost looked like he cared. But only for a few seconds.

  Lance inched closer and ground his hips against me.

  “You feel this, Senorita? That's how much your hatred turns me on.”

  “Let me go, Lance. You and I know why you're acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

  He raised his brow.

  “You're jealous of Vincent,” I remarked.

  “You're damn right I am.”

  Lance skimmed his fingers across the exposed skin on my sides and whispered harshly. “This body is mine until I say otherwise.”

  Fuck you, Lance.

  Damn you for making me weak.

  For wanting you.

  Again.

  “Come on, let's get out of here.”

  “Where?”

  “Back to the bar. I need a drink.”

  Lance didn't want a drink. He just wanted to show Vincent he would never have me. That's the thing about the Spelling brothers. They're possessive over their belongings. And it doesn't matter where or when they claim you. Just like Murdoch did with Aubree. And the way Caine will do to Lila.

  “Lance, slow down,” I said as he drug me through the woods.

  Lance stopped and smirked before hauling me over his shoulder. He carried me to his bike and placed me on it.

  “Hold on tight, Senorita. Tonight is about to get a whole lot more interesting.”

  Chapter 11

  Lance

  I don’t know what changed in me, but when I saw how close Camila was to Vincent I lost it. How could I start feeling something for Camila? It was so simple when no emotions were involved. It was easy to hate her. We hate. Argue. Fuck. Over and over. But now, my feelings were coming back. I was falling for her again.

  “Kiss me, Lance,” Camila whispered.

  I cupped her face and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss and moaned. I glanced over to Vincent and slid my hands down her neck and groaned.

  “You taste so good.” I rasped.

  “Fuck me, Lance.” She whispered against my mouth.

  I found her ass and squeezed her cheeks, kneading them in my hands.

  Just one more fuck and I’ll let her go.

  She deserves to be happy.

  To find a man that will love her.

  Give her something I can’t.

  I glanced at Vincent again and smirked against Camila's lips.

  “Stop, it. Green isn’t a good look for you.”

  “I’m not jealous,” I lied.

  “Admit it, you were jealous of Vincent.”

  I pulled away and whispered, “Fine, maybe I was a little jealous.”

  “What if I had kissed him?” she asked.

  “You don’t want to know, Senorita,” I said.

  Just the thought of Vincent kissing Camila had my blood boiling.

  “What would you do?” Camila was baiting me.

  She wanted the rush of me taking her hard and rough. I could see the fire in her eyes. She needed the slow burn of angry sex. And I’d gladly give it to her. Red hot. Scorching. Burn her until she quivers.

  “I would tear him apart for even thinking of touching you. I don’t think you understand what I meant when I said we’re not done.”

  “Then, show me, Lance.”

  I unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them. I reached inside her shorts and palmed her pussy through her panties. “This is mine, babe.”

  “Lance…”

  I cupped her breast and sucked on her ear lobe. “I’m going to finger fuck you right here, right now. You will cum on my fingers and scream my name for everyone to hear. Then, I’m gonna take you in the back and fuck you. Deep. Hard. I’m gonna ruin you for any other man.”

  I slid my hand into her panties and spread her pussy lips and curved my lips. “You’re dripping, Camila. Does it make you hot when I talk dirty to you?”

  “
Lance, you know it does. I crave the adrenaline rush.”

  I dipped two fingers inside her and groaned. “Tell me, if I bent you over the pool table, would you beg me like a dirty whore?”

  “F-fuck,” Camila whispered, clenching my shirt in her fists.

  “You’re my filthy girl, aren’t you?”

  “Fuck, Lance,” she moaned, “I’m so close.”

  “Ride my fingers, Senorita.” I rasped.

  I slid my fingers out and slammed them back into her wetness. Her short and rapid breaths make my dick twitch. In. Out. I curled my fingers, hitting her spot. She collapsed against my chest and whimpered when I kissed her. Her body tensed and her hips bucked. Her walls clenched down on my digits and came hard.

  “That’s right. Cum for me. Let me hear you scream my name.”

  My eyes flitted over at Vincent and he shook his head. I smirked when Camila's body fell limp against my chest. “That… that was…”

  “Fucking hot.”

  I didn’t wait for Camila to catch her breath. I pulled my hand out of her shorts and gripped the back of her thighs. She gasped when I wrapped her legs around my waist. I pressed my forehead against hers and said. “You were so goddamn hot.”

  I carried her towards the back, throwing Vincent a glare on the way. All he did was roll his eyes and shake his head.

  “Stop being an asshole to Vincent.” Camila chided, “He did nothing wrong.”

  “No,” I chuckled darkly, “I saw what I saw and I didn’t like it.”

  “What you saw was two people having a simple conversation.” She argued.

  “And did that involve putting your hand on his bare flesh?” I asked.

  “You’re being a fuck boy. It was just talking.” She scolded.

  “Maybe I should tie you to the bed and leave you hot and bothered. Hmm, what do you think, Senorita?”

  Camila fisted my hair and yanked my head back. Fuck me. It turned me on when she played rough. One of the things I liked about her. She wasn't afraid to manhandle me. She made my dick react when she took control.

  And I fucking loved it.

  “You wouldn’t dare…”

  I grinned deviously and cocked my head to the side. “You have no idea how much it turns me on when you do that.”

  She gave my hair another sharp tug.

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered seductively, “Does that mean you’re not gonna tie me up anymore?”

  She was teasing.

  I loved it.

  So did my dick.

  “Hell no,” I moaned, “I want you to ride me.”

  “Mmm, Papi,” she purred in my ear, “You want to feel my pussy wrapped around you while I ride it nice and hard?”

  “Hell. Yes.”

  I walked to the bed and fell back onto the mattress. She smashed her lips against mine as she worked on my pants to free my cock. I reached between our bodies and gripped the hem of her shirt. I pulled it over her head, breaking the kiss. But only for a second before locking with her lips once again.

  “Camila,” I groaned, “Ride my dick.”

  Camila pulled back and stood up. She shimmied out of her shorts, kicking her shoes off. She slowly slid her panties down and smirked. I took my boots off and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. She straddled me as I pulled my shirt up over my head. Camila took her bra off and wrapped her arms around my head, shoving her breasts in my face. I cupped each globe and ran my tongue between them, getting lost in her.

  “Fuck, Lance,” she moaned.

  I continued to drag my tongue across her skin, making my way to the base of her neck. Our bodies collided when we met in another kiss. Fire and desire sizzled deep within when Camila positioned her entrance over the head of my cock. She slammed down hard and I growled.

  “Shit Senorita. Not so fucking rough!”

  She breathed out, “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me badass Lance Fucking Spelling can’t handle a little bit of pain.”

  My lips curled as I thrust my hips into her, causing her to squeal.

  “What’s the matter?” I teased, “Can’t take a little bit of pain?”

  “Do your worst, Lance. I can take everything you give me.”

  She bounced and gyrated her hips on me. She was punishing me with her pussy. It was taking everything in my power to keep up with her. She didn’t know that though.

  One last fuck and I’ll be done.

  I kept telling myself that each time she slammed her pussy on me. But that was a goddamn lie. I would never be able to let her go. I, Lance Spelling, would never be done with the feisty Senorita.

  Chapter 12

  Camila

  Sixteen years old

  Lance leaned next to my locker as I closed it. He circled his arm around my shoulders, nuzzling his face into my neck and whispered. “I missed you in my bed last night, babe.”

  “You're such a perv,” I replied rolling my eyes.

  "You love it," he groaned as he pulled me to his chest. Lance slid his arms to my waist, inching his way to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks as he captured my lips.

  “Everyone is watching,” I muttered against his mouth.

  He deepened the kiss and groaned in my mouth. When he pulled away, he smirked as he scanned the hallway yep, everyone was getting tickets to PG porn.

  “I don’t care. If I want to kiss my girl, I'm gonna kiss her.”

  Over the past few months, Lance and I have been dating. He's the quarterback. I'm the head cheerleader. The perfect couple in everyone's eyes. However, we're far from that. We've had our share of fights. Like the time Murdoch commented on my ass at cheer practice.

  “Guess what?” Lance asked.

  “What?”

  “I've got the house all to myself tonight.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, babe. Dad is away on business and my brothers are gonna be down at the lake partying their asses off all weekend.”

  “Lance,” I sighed, “I promised Lila I'd help her study for the history test.”

  Lance puckered his lips and pouted.

  “Please, babe. We won't get another chance to fool around in my room like this.”

  I bit my lip.

  “Okay, you win.”

  He always did. For some reason, I couldn't say no to him. Not when he made that

  face or begged me with his eyes.

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent Lila a text.

  Can't make it. Something came up. Tomorrow?

  Fine but I want details.

  “All set, babe?”

  I nodded and slid my phone back into my pocket.

  I still haven't gone all the way with Lance. He’s been wanting to, but told me when I'm ready, he is. Maybe tonight is the night.

  “Lance, I think I'm ready.”

  “Okay, I'm ready to leave when you are.”

  I pressed my palm against his chest and slid it down slowly. His eyes widen when I move my hand further down and palm his cock.

  “I'm ready,” I repeat, “I'm ready to go all the way with you.”

  "Fuck, babe. Are you sure?” Lance groaned.

  “I'm sure. I want you to be my first.” I whispered.

  Lance’s eyes darkened and he caged me against the lockers. He cupped my face and brushed his lips against mine. He murmured. “I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight.”

  I closed the space and crushed my mouth against his. Lance was an addiction I craved. A fuse burned deep within me when he swept his tongue against my bottom lip and slid it into my mouth.

  “You're killing me here, babe.” He groaned.

  “Then hurry up and get me to your room so you can fuck me.”

  I shake my head, putting the memory out of my head as I sneak out of the room. No matter how guilty I feel about fucking with his mind, he still hurt me. And that’s why I need to get a hold of my emotions and lock them down tight.

  “I’m sorry, but this is how it has to be,” I whispered an apology.

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  Lance