Vintage (Adrenaline Series Book 2)

by Xavier Neal

  Removing her hand I state, “I'm taken, but I know one McCoy you'll enjoy.” I glance over my shoulder. “Ben!”

  Like the dog he is, he comes running over to meet us, eyes widening at the sight of the bombshell I'm offering him. “Jenny meet Ben. Ben this new customer is Jenny. Can you help her over to Destin and answer a question she has for you...”

  His tongue wets his lips before he answers, “I think I can handle that.”

  “God I hope so,” she says dropping her hand into his.

  “Keys?”

  “In the car.” Her hand moves over her shoulder at me, Ben now having all her focus. “A discount? And all I have to do is what...”

  It's really that easy when you're a McCoy. Chicks flock to our dicks, but I don't care anymore. It doesn't matter to me. I've got what I want. And after a brief visit with Vinnie I'll be the only place I want to be. With her.

  After skipping lunch and ditching the end of my shift early, I drive across town to Vinnie's. I knock sharply twice before Shelby opens the door in her favorite attire, jean shorts and a bikini top.

  “Merrick,” she greets me.

  “Shel,” I say in return.

  Once inside she directs me, “He's upstairs in his playroom.”

  We all have our ways of winding down. I like to paint. He likes to build model cars.

  Entering the room he has dedicated to working on and displaying them, I see Vinnie behind the desk painting a roadster red.

  What's with people and red roadsters?

  “You see this beauty,” Vinnie questions the paintbrush still moving in his hand. “Took Shelby 4 months to find this little beauty. Gotta love my girl. She can find anything.”

  I drop into the seat across from him. “So can you.”

  “It's why we're a perfect match,” he replies, his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth. “Speaking of, how are things with the Commissioner's pride and joy? Bored yet?”

  “Never.”

  Vinnie smirks.

  “Asshole.”

  “When it comes to her you're easy to fuck with.” His laugh makes me un-tense. “I owe her one for saving our asses last weekend. That was a little too close for comfort.”

  “Worried? You Vinnie?”

  “Yeah.” When his movements cease he states, “This sort of thing shouldn't happen. I keep the right amount of money in the right pockets so I don't have to worry, which means now I have a different problem to solve.”

  “You're overreacting. It's not the first time the commissioner has tried to catch you in the act and it won't be the last.”

  “But it is the first time I wasn't expecting it,” he corrects me. “I owe you one for getting that message to me. And one to your girl for risking her neck.” Vinnie puts the brush down and leans back in his seat shaking his head. “Change is coming McCoy. And not the good kind.”

  “We're God's in this world. We can survive anything.”

  “Even the God's can fall, Merrick.” Vinnie shakes his head at me again. “It's not about being a God. It's about survival of the fittest. Being an adapter.”

  You gettin' the feeling like Vinnie knows something we don't?

  “While we're getting the leak problem solved, races are out for at least the week if not two. We'll do a pool party here this weekend instead.” Tossing me a nod he asks, “You bringing Jovi?”

  “If she'll come. Otherwise we will spend the day in bed and have just as much fun.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

  Vinnie rolls his eyes. “Did you need something?”

  “Keys to my new Audi.”

  “Ah. Decided you're finally ready to strip her?”

  “I've actually changed my mind. I'm gonna keep her.”

  “And hang her in the square for all the other racers to know not to go after a McCoy's girl?”

  After a chortle I deny, “Nah...I think I'm gonna give her to Jovi.”

  Disbelief flushes Vinnie's face. “You wanna give the Commissioner's daughter a car you won doing the very thing he is trying to prevent happening in this town? Do you just wake up in the morning and ask how the fuck can you poke the bear with a sharper stick for a better reaction?” I laugh but he scowls. “You're gonna turn into Ben at this rate.”

  “Doubtful. I don't sniff it out like a dog looking for a new place to shit-”

  “No, you step into it like a wobbly toddler who can't see where he's going in a field full of horse shit.”

  And you thought I could paint a picture.

  “She doesn't have a car yet so I'm gonna let her use the Audi if she wants. School. Work. Whatever.”

  “Terrible fucking idea,” he mumbles. “Krissy!”

  Promptly she peaks around the corner, blond hair shaping her face. “Yeah?”

  “Can you grab Merrick's keys and winnings please?”

  “Sure thing babe. Anything else?” She offers.

  Vinnie gives her a long stare, a familiar grin growing on his face.

  I get the same look when I'm ready to pounce Jovi. Do all dudes get that look?

  “I can think of something...”

  She giggles and says in a heated voice, “I'll be right back.”

  Once she disappears, he looks at me with a curious look. “Tell me this is all you needed. I have...other business I wanna handle.”

  With a chuckle I assure him, “Yeah. I'll get the hell out so you can spend time with your girls.”

  Krissy strolls in and hands me an envelope. “Storage B.”

  “Thank you.” Standing up, I say to Vinnie, “Saturday?”

  As his girl falls into his lap he reminds me, “Saturday.”

  I smirk to myself, finding my own need to fuck increasing.

  Think I could convince Jovi to let me feel her up in the library? That could be fun...

  After leaving Vinnie's I park my car at the secure parking garage where I pick up the Audi and drive it across town to the library. I offer smiles and winks at the girls who can't seem to look away before slipping inside wondering where I can find my girlfriend today.

  I stroll around the aisles expecting to find her in the art section staring into a book about Monet, yet she's nowhere to be found. Confused if I misread her work schedule for the week, I continue my search finally hearing her voice in a place I don't expect to. Around the back corner I see her sitting in the kid's section reading to two small children.

  Quietly I lean against the shelf and listen to the end of the story.

  “And that's when the prince and princess lived happily ever after. The end,” Jovi says cheerfully.

  The little girl demands. “Another! Another!”

  “I think three is enough Grace,” a woman joins them. “Jovi was sweet enough to read you and your sister two books. How about we go get these checked out and go meet your aunt Ash for dinner?”

  “Dinner!” They shriek flying at their mother's legs.

  “I'll check you out in just one sec. Gonna put these two books away,” Jovi informs.

  “Can we take home the one about the prince and princess?” One of the little girl asks.

  “Sure. Jovi, we'll take that one too.”

  “No problem,” my girlfriend sweetly responds.

  As they walk away, I sneak up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and let my lips fall to her ear. “My princess.”

  Jovi leans her head back so it lands on my shoulder. “My prince.”

  Dropping my mouth on hers, my tongue twirls around, desperate for the flavor that only belongs to her. On a small hum of approval she lets me deepen the kiss, hands slipping under the edge of her shirt to toy with the skin on her lower stomach.

  I think I could convince her to let me drag her to the corner for a quickie...

  Unfortunately the kiss ends with her gently pulling her lips from mine. “I have to check them out.”

  “Shift almost over?”

  “It is.”

  “Good. I have a surprise for you...”

  Suddenly fear falls on
her face. “Merrick...”

  Doesn't anyone trust me?

  “Relax.” I wink. “It's not as bad as you’re thinking.”

  “Is it legal?”

  “Yes.”

  “At least there's that,” she whispers playfully before walking away towards the counter. Looking over her shoulder she says, “Meet you out front in five?”

  With a wide smile I nod and twist my hat around.

  Longest five minutes of my life. Shit. Did I really just say that? My brother's weren't fucking kidding. I am indeed pussy whipped.

  Jovi comes out of the front doors of the library with a bright smile on her face indicating she's just as happy to see me as I am her.

  Have I mentioned I love her yet?

  I drink in the look of the classic college student, flip flops, jeans, black tank top and bag hanging from her shoulder.

  Is it just me or are we matching?

  “I thought you said it was legal.” Her eyebrows furrow as she stops on the sidewalk in front of where I'm parked.

  Rotating my body, so my side is leaned on the passenger door, I smirk. “It is.”

  “It is not.”

  “It is.”

  “It is not.”

  “It is and I have the paperwork in the glove compartment to prove it.” When she opens her mouth to object I say, “Besides, you were there. You know this is legal.”

  Red flashes on her face forcing her to come closer to me. In a hushed tone she demands, “Don't say that so loud.”

  My arms curl around her waist as I lower my face to hers. “I just needed an excuse to get you over here. You were taking too long.”

  Giggling Jovi's lips lightly touch mine. “Impatient.”

  “Tease.”

  The tip of her tongue touches my bottom lip before she says, “You love it.”

  “I love you,” I declare and slip my tongue with hers. Expecting the kiss to be brief she pushes back once immediately preparing to pull back when my hand wraps around the back of her neck to keep her locked in place. Jovi melts the second my hand touches her there. Through a moan she grabs a fist full of my shirt. Before I know it, I'm rotating her to be pressed against the car door, knee propping up her buckling legs. Suddenly it feels like we're in a wordless race to consume the other.

  What? Public...oh yeah...public.

  Somehow I manage to drag my body off of hers and merely observe the way her chest is rapidly rising and falling. Her swollen lips. The flush color she gets as an orgasm builds. I groan, which seems to be encouragement for her hand to graze my cock.

  Jovi's hand strokes the outside of my jeans again. “Tell me we are going somewhere to do something that involves this.”

  Fuck. Me. What were my plans again?

  She grins and repeats the motion priming my mind like an old canvas waiting for a new picture to be painted over it. Through hooded eyelids I try to enjoy the look of excitement and passion on her face knowing it feeds the hunger inside.

  The urge for her to rub harder and faster grows. Just need a little more. Just a little more and I could fucking come in the parking lot. I groan again. “Baby...”

  “Yes?”

  “I...I...I...”

  “Shouldn't you two do that in a room where people can't see?” Hayli's voice interrupts.

  Jovi snickers and removes her hand. Moving her body so her ass is pressed against my hard on, covering it from Hayli, I stifle another moan.

  I could just bend her over and-

  “Can you not think of sex with her while I'm standing here?” Hayli complains loudly.

  I shrug.

  “Oh you're....terrible Romeo,” the scolding eventually turns into a smile. “Did you come to take her home?”

  Finally recalling exactly what it is I did come for, I answer, “I came to take her driving.”

  “What?!” They snap at me in unison.

  Did I say something wrong?

  Hayli erupts into laughter to the point she's clutching her stomach. “You're gonna take her driving?”

  “Why is that funny?” Jovi snips. “I can drive!”

  “You can't drive,” Hayli argues between snickers.

  My girlfriend folds her arms across her chest. “I have a driver's license.”

  “So does my 88 year old grandmother and she can't drive either,” Hayli's chuckles finally start to die down.

  “I resent that.”

  “Doesn't make it less true,” Hayli sighs. “Jo', why do you think I insist we take a taxi if I know I'm going to be drinking?”

  “Because we're both drinking.”

  “You barely drink enough to lower your ability to name the last four presidents,” Hayli states.

  Curious I ask, “You can name the last four presidents?”

  She gives me a sarcastic look.

  What? Can you?

  Hayli continues, “You could easily be the designated driver every time, which isn't even that often by the way.”

  “I...I drink a little,” Jovi shyly fights.

  “My point is.” Hayli looks up at me. “There's a reason I call a taxi and it's not because my best friend is gonna get shit faced like me. It's because my best friend can't drive.”

  “Then it's gonna be my pleasure to change that,” I stand up for her. The sentiment is rewarded with a kiss on the cheek.

  Hayli shrugs before laughing again. “I'll pray for your soul, Romeo.”

  She's really not that funny.

  “You taking her out in your Camaro? Brave man.”

  “No.” I nod my head towards the Audi. “The Audi.”

  “You actually got papers filed for this thing?” Jovi asks.

  “Yes ma'am. Which reminds me. Never do that shit again,” the tone in my voice goes hard. “I mean ever. I don't give a fuck if I'm about to lose both my kidneys. Do not bet yourself again. Okay?”

  Sweetly she nods and Hayli questions, “So you're punishing the car?”

  “I don't drive that bad!”

  “Poor angel.” She rubs the side of it. “You don't deserve this.”

  “Don't you have somewhere to be?” Jovi bites.

  “Now that I don't have to take you home, I sure do,” she sighs before backing up the direction she came. “Text me later Jo'. Ya know...if you survive.”

  Jovi gives her best friend the finger before turning back around to look at me. “I'm not that bad...”

  Unsure if that's true or not I shrug. “We'll see. Hey, from now on why don't you let me pick you up from work?”

  The sarcastic look on her face makes me wanna kiss it off. “And take me home?”

  “If your father's not home, right to the front door.”

  “And if he is?”

  “Around the corner?”

  She giggles at the suggestion before planting a hand on my cheek. “One thing at time. Driving?”

  “Yeah.” I kiss her hand. “That first.”

  After helping Jovi into the car, I drive us to an empty parking lot I've used for other things.

  Don't judge.

  Once Jovi is in the driver's seat and buckled, I calmly explain to her the basics. Throughout my instructions her face rotates through a number of emotions creating an anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

  Fuck. I hope Hayli's wrong.

  She successfully starts the car, but stalls on her first try. Knowing it happens to almost everyone I encourage her to try again. And again. And again. The whiplash I get from back and forth movements pales in comparison to the frustration I'm getting from calmly trying to explain to Jovi what is happening.

  “That's what I'm doing!”

  “That's not what you're doing!”

  “It is!”

  “If that's what you were doing we would be moving!” Frustrated I run my fingers down my face. On a deep breath I try again, “Relax. Take a deep breath. Vibe with the car Jovi. It's just like painting-”

  “I can't paint remember!”

  She can't drive either.

 
; “But you know what I'm saying. A painter vibes with his art right? Before the brush ever takes a stroke on the canvas, they bond. They mold. Take a minute and do that.”