Whiskey Throttle (Crash &Burn Book 2)

by C. Davis

  “Lance, do you…”

  “This is my fight. I started this when I joined Austin. Now, I’m gonna end it.”

  Murdoch pulled me in for a hug and whispered. “It’s good to have you back, motherfucker. Did Camila tell you the news?”

  I pulled back and furrowed my brows.

  Murdoch sighed, “I’m assuming no. Aubree and I are getting married. It would be nice to have my little brother there.”

  “Really? After everything that’s happened?”

  “Yes, so…”

  “You bet. Congratulations, I’ll be there.”

  That was the truth. I was over Aubree. I was happy for Murdoch and Aubree. I had Camila. There wasn’t anyone else I wanted. Well, maybe just one more thing. Austin’s head on a stick.

  “I know that look. You’re gonna do something stupid and reckless, aren’t you?” Murdoch asked.

  “No,” I sighed, “Yes.”

  Murdoch and I may have had our ups and downs, but he knew me better than I knew myself. And he was right. I was about to do some stupid shit. But still, it had to be done. If I wanted to start over with Camila, Austin had to go.

  ***

  My boots crunched against the gravel as I made my way to Gilmore Point. I turned the corner and was yanked back by the bicep. Murdoch pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear. “You didn’t think I’d let you do this alone, did you?”

  “You shouldn’t be here.” I muttered.

  Not that I wasn’t grateful he was here. I was. But this was my fight. Mine alone.

  “You’re my little brother. I couldn’t let you go alone. Not after all you’ve sacrificed so much for the family. For Oliver.”

  “Please, go back home to Aubree. This is my…”

  Murdoch sighed. “Fight? I know. You’re not alone in this.”

  I glanced behind him to see he didn’t come alone. Oliver and Vincent stood ready to fight.

  “Cami…”

  “Is with Dad and Trevor. She’s safe.” Murdoch assured me.

  “So, what’s the plan?” Oliver asked.

  “You all need to…”

  Murdoch rolled his eyes, “Go home? Yeah, that’s not happening. You fuck with one Spelling… you fuck with them all.”

  Caine stepped out from behind the tree and punched my arm playfully. “You are one stupid fucker, you know that?”

  “Caine?”

  “Murdoch explained everything. He’s right. You don’t fuck with one Spelling and get away with it. They’ll have to deal with all of us.”

  “What’s Oliver and Vincent doing here?” I asked.

  If Caine and Murdoch came, why did Oliver and Vincent?

  “Just in case.” Murdoch muttered.

  “In case of what?”

  “In case he didn’t come alone,” Caine whispered.

  “We got your back, little brother.” Murdoch told me.

  I stood in the clearing with my jaw clenched. Austin stepped towards me, his eyes narrowed. He scanned the area. As did I. I surveyed the clearing to see if he came alone.

  “Hello, Lance. I came alone, but it seems like you didn’t.”

  “You’re right, I didn’t. But I do know you’re lying. You didn’t come alone either. You never are far from your dogs.”

  Austin rolled his neck as two unfamiliar forms took their places on each side of him.

  “It’s just you and me, Austin.” I hisses, taking a step forward.

  Murdoch and Caine lunged at his buddies, slamming them down on the ground hard. I reared back and punched him in the jaw. He hissed in pain and countered by punching my nose. Pain shot through me, but I pushed it back. Anger flared at all the times he caused Camila pain. I lunged for him and wrapped both my hands around his neck. I toppled on top of him and squeezed his windpipe. I could hear his friends struggling with my brothers. I didn’t care about that. My only focus was Austin.

  “Mother… fucker!” Austin choked out, “You’re…”

  I squeezed harder and slammed my forehead against his nose. He clawed at my wrists, but I brought my forehead down on his nose again.

  “You’re gonna leave town!”

  I brought my forehead down again.

  “And you’re never gonna step foot in Sage, Oklahoma again. You. Are. Done. I swear on my life, you step over that city limits line, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  I felt someone trying to pull me off him, but I kept going. I tightened my grip. I could care less if he died. He had to pay.

  For Camila.

  Me.

  Oliver.

  Everything.

  “Lance stop, you’re gonna kill him!” Oliver and Vincent urged.

  I kept my chokehold on Austin, fully intending to cut his oxygen flow.

  “He’s got to pay! The Royales have to pay. All. Of. Them.” I growled.

  It wasn’t until I heard her sweet voice that I loosened my grip and pulled away.

  “Lance,” Camila whispered, “Please, don’t do this.”

  Camila took me by my bloodied hand and pulled me away. I glanced back at Austin and sighed. He was out cold. Out but still alive.

  Camila led me across the clearing and hugged me. “Let’s get you out of here, baby. Oliver and Vincent can take care of the rest.”

  I cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “I love you, Cami.”

  “I love you too,” she whispered, “We’ll talk about how stupid that was later. Right now, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

  “And after?” I grinned.

  “Then, I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”

  “I believe that’s my line, Senorita.”

  “Not anymore, Lance. Remember the bet?”

  “Fuck the bet. All I want is you, Cami.”

  Chapter 20

  Camila

  I drug Lance to his motorcycle and smacked him in the chest. “Are you fucking crazy?!”

  “I had to,” Lance whispered, “I had to protect you from Austin. I didn’t in high school and I hate myself for it. But now, everything is different. You were right, babe. We’re not…”

  I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. I had to. It was the only way to keep him from rambling. He circled my waist and groaned when I deepened the kiss. He tore his lips away and grumbled. “I should have never… fucking hell, babe… I should have protected you.”

  “Shh, don’t talk right now. Let’s just get you out of here so I can get you cleaned up. Lance grinned when he saw me slide onto his bike. He slid behind me and wrapped his muscled arms around me. It felt good. Right.

  I drove him to my house and parked his bike. He slid off and helped me off, pulling me flush to his chest. Lance’s eyes flickered from my chest to my lips a few times. I opened my mouth only for him to tip his head and capture my lips. Heat blazed between my thighs as he explored my mouth with his tongue.

  I pulled back, “Lance, we can’t. Not out here.”

  I squealed when he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the house. He pulled me to my bedroom by the wrist. When we stepped into my room, I slammed the door and locked it. Lance released me to slide his shirt over his head and advanced towards me. He wiped his face with his shirt and threw it over his shoulder. I pulled my shirt over my head as he kicked off his shoes. I threw my arms around his neck, needing to feel him.

  Something about seeing him kick Austin’s ass made me want him bad. I was so turned on.

  “Fuck, Cami.” He groaned.

  “I want you, Lance. Right fucking now!” I growled.

  Lance pulled back, “Let’s shower, babe.”

  “No!” I hissed. “I want you to take me. Right now!”

  Lance reached behind me and unclipped my bra. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor between our bodies. He crushed his mouth against mine and kissed me, cupping my breasts. I moaned when he gave them a rough squeeze.

  “And I will fuck you,” he grumbled, “Right up against the wall in the shower.”

  “Fuck, yo
u’re so hot when you talk dirty to me.”

  I needed to feel his body against mine. Skin to skin. And most importantly, I needed him to fuck me. Just like he used to do.

  Rough. Hard. I craved his dominance. I craved the beast in him. And the way he was clawing at my shorts, he wanted that too.

  I trailed my hands down his chest and stopped at his jeans. I popped the button and yanked his zipper down, tugging on his pants.

  I didn’t care that he was dirty. No. I loved that he smelled of sweat and his cologne.

  We stumbled to the bed and fell on our sides. Each of us exploring our bodies. The fire was there. Explosive passion ignited with each touch. And God, it felt so good to finally have him. The real him. The one I fell in love with. My sexy and fuckable quarterback.

  Lance brushed his fingers down my side and jerked my thigh over him. I ground against his cock, friction making me crave more. Our chemistry was off the charts. Like we’d been so hell-bent on destroying each other that we were blinded. That we didn’t see how good we were together.

  Everything was behind us now.

  Nothing could stop us.

  “Fuck babe, you have no idea how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed my girl… the sweet cheerleader that worshipped her boyfriend.”

  Lance pulled away but only to shove me to my other side. With one hand I clenched the sheets in my fist and the other reached behind me to grab the back of his muscled thigh.

  “Now, Lance! Fuck, I need you inside.”

  My nails dug in his leg as he slammed into me. He grunted and fisted my dark hair as he drove into me with more force. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way he was fucking me. There never was. Not when he was hellbound on ruining me. Lance Goddamn Spelling had destroyed any chance with any other man. I. Was. Wrecked. I’d been blasted from the inside out.

  “I…” I cried, “Fuck Lance, right fucking there!”

  “Yes! Take. It. Fuck, take it!”

  Lance and I weren’t enemies anymore, but the fire was still there.

  “I’m not done with you, Senorita. In fact, I’m far from it.”

  “What…”

  Lance slid out and rolled me on my back. He wrapped his fingers around my ankles and put one on his shoulder and wrapped one around his waist. With one thrust, he filled me to the hilt. My back arched as he buried his face into my chest. He ran his tongue slowly, giving me a slow burn. I found the back of his head and threaded my fingers through his hair.

  “God, Lance.”

  He pulled his hips back and groaned when he slid back into me. Did I just say slid? No. He buried himself inside me. Balls deep and determined to plant his seed. You ever hear that saying? You know the one, right? Boom! You’re pregnant. Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel right now. If I wasn’t pregnant before, I bet I am now. Lance Spelling was relentless. And I fucking love it. I love him.

  Lance kissed me and pulled out of me. “I love you so much, babe.”

  “Everyone in the entire town of Sage probably heard us.”

  He threw me a smirk, “Good, they’ll think twice before looking at you.”

  “Lance, what are we?”

  “Wasn’t it obvious, babe? You’re my woman or do I need to fuck you again to prove my point?”

  I shoved him and mirrored his smirk. “Oh Lance, I don’t think you could keep it up long enough.”

  “Is that a bet, babe?”

  “I was…”

  Lance leaned into my neck and whispered. “Is it, babe? You really want to put a wager on my dick?”

  “I…” I swallowed hard, “I would win.”

  “Hmm, I really don’t think you would. You know why?”

  I shook my head.

  “Because the next time I fuck you, it damn sure won’t be in your snatch. Next time, I’m going to slide my dick between your ass cheeks and fuck your pretty little ass.”

  Chapter 21

  Lance

  Camila had me by the balls and she damn sure knew it. She used the bet against me. I could never resist a bet.

  “Lance…” I could feel her hesitation rolling off of her.

  “Don’t worry, babe. I won’t fuck you there…not yet. I’m saving that for a special occasion.”

  “We still need to get you cleaned up.”

  “Yeah, you gonna clean me up?”

  “You’re dirty, Lance.”

  “Oh babe, I’m very dirty.”

  I leaned in to kiss her, but I felt her fingertips brush against my nipple. Electricity shot through me. I closed my eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. Without warning, she pinched it and twisted hard.

  “Shit! Christ woman, you nearly tore my nipple off.”

  “Behave Spelling, I just heard my brother pull up the drive.”

  “So?”

  “So, go shower and I’ll go get you some clothes.”

  “So, demanding,” I muttered.

  “You know you love it.”

  I grinned.

  “Wouldn’t have it any other way, babe.”

  It was true. I loved how she pushes me around.

  Camila put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I pecked her lips and watched her sashay out of the room. I couldn’t help the grin that spread on my face. I slipped into the bathroom and glanced at the mirror. Camila was right. I was filthy. I turned the water on and waited for it to heal up. When it was hot enough, I stepped into it and closed the curtain. The water cascaded down my body as I squeezed some body wash in my hand. I closed my eyes as I washed my face and neck. I took everything in.

  Austin was gone.

  I had Camila back.

  And my brother was getting married.

  Apparently, Trevor was my half brother. Dad was back.

  It was all so much to take in.

  But as long as I had Camila, I’d be okay.

  I finished washing my body and rinsed the soap off. Twisting the knob, I turned the water off. I reached for a towel as I stepped out, but froze when something fell off the shelf. I wrapped the towel around my waist and bent down to pick up the stick.

  “Shit,” I whispered, “She’s pregnant?”

  How long had she known?

  I clenched the positive test and stepped out of the bathroom. I raised my head to meet Camila’s shocked expression. That’s all I needed to see. Not that I was angry. I wasn’t. But she kept it from me.

  “You’re pregnant?” I took a step closer and slipped it into her hand.

  “It’s not mine.” She blurted out.

  “Then, whose is it?”

  “You can’t say a word. Promise me, Lance.”

  I wrapped my arm around her waist and cupped the side of her face. “If it’s not yours, then whose is it?”

  “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

  “Tell me, who is pregnant?”

  “Aubree… the test belongs to Aubree. She wants to surprise Murdoch on their wedding night.”

  “You know, I was actually hoping you were carrying my child.”

  “Really?” she choked.

  “Yes, babe. You would look sexy swollen with my twins.”

  “T-twins?!”

  “I’m just kidding about the twins. But yes, I was hoping you were pregnant.”

  I didn’t lie. I wanted to settle down with Camila and have a family with her.

  Camila thrust the shorts and shirt in my hand. “Get dressed, I’ll go put the test back. By the way, Oliver is waiting in the kitchen for us.”

  “He’s not gonna shoot my dick off, is he?”

  She scoffed, “Hardly. He cooked dinner for my guest.”

  “Guest, eh?”

  “Lance, put on the clothes while I hide the test.”

  “I will, but only since you asked nicely.”

  Camila closed the space and tugged the knot of the towel roughly. I groaned when she ripped it off and dropped it to the floor.

  “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.” I murmured, dragging my thumb acros
s her bottom lip.