Breaking the Cycle (Rocking Racers Book 1)

by Megan Lowe

  Bria giggles again as I take Chris into the kitchen.

  “Hey, sis,” Jax says as he pokes his head through the window.

  “Hey,” she says and gives a little wave while I beam. I love that she’s taken to my brothers and they’ve taken to her, but if they’re anything like me, we never had a chance.

  I drop Chris off in the kitchen.

  “She here then?” Park asks.

  “Yep, see ya.” With a quick kiss to Chris’s head, I dash out to my girl.

  “Hi, sis, bye, sis,” Park says, poking his head out through the window as well. I arch an eyebrow at him and he shoots me a shit-eating grin. I shrug and flip him the finger. If they want Bria to be a part of our family, then I’m not going to dissuade them, but it doesn’t mean I’ve lost my edge.

  “You ready?” I ask and take her hand, pulling her out of the diner.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I made dinner. I thought we could go back to my place.”

  “So the wooing’s over, huh?” she asks with a wry smile.

  I stop and pull her to my chest, holding her tight to me. “Oh, babe, I will never stop wooing you. If I do, I give you permission to do really bad things to me.”

  “Really bad things, huh?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Absolutely.” I kiss her nose.

  “Like what?”

  I consider for a minute. “If I’ve been really bad, I suppose you could withhold blow jobs.” I grin at her and throw her a wink

  She snorts, shaking her head. “Blow jobs, huh?”

  “Yeah, I think that’s fair.”

  “Are you forgetting something?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “No, I don’t think I am.”

  “Well, in that case, I don’t think there’s much reason for me to go inside that house with you.”

  “What! Why?”

  “Because clearly your skills in bed are so poor I’ve forgotten we’ve even slept together.” She dances out of my arms, laughing as she runs away from me.

  I manage to catch up to her, pick her up, and swing her around. “You think you’re funny, huh?” I ask.

  “You brought it up,” she says in between giggles.

  Her hair creates a curtain around us, and she looks so beautiful in this moment I lose my breath. I put her down and brush her hair from her face. “Angel,” I breathe, and crash my lips to hers. She responds instantly, pressing herself tightly against me, rubbing against me. My dick is about ready to burst out of my jeans. She moans and I swear it takes all of my self-control not to come.

  We break apart and I run my hand through her hair. “Trust me, baby. When we have sex, you’ll remember it.” She moves her hand down and squeezes my erection. I throw my head back and groan. “Baby,” I warn.

  She smirks and squeezes me again, giving me an evil grin. “Judging by the bulge in your pants, I have no doubt you’ll make it a night to remember.” With a final squeeze, she dances through the gate and into my house for a night neither of us will forget.

  Chapter Eleven

  BRIA

  I slip into Reed’s house and stop short. The kitchen table has been set for two with flowers and candles in the middle.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper.

  “Told you the wooing hasn’t stopped,” Reed says behind me, slipping his arms around me, bringing my back to his front.

  “Reed,” I whisper.

  He doesn’t respond except to brush my hair to the side and start licking and kissing my neck. I bring one hand up and run it through his hair; the other clutches his as he pulls me to him. I moan and shift my head to the side so he has better access.

  “You keep up with those sexy-as-fuck noises, baby, and this night will be over before it even begins.” He pushes his erection into my back.

  His hands start to travel north to my breasts.

  “I thought you said if we don’t stop the night will be over,” I say, more than a little breathless.

  His hands drop to his sides and he rests his forehead on my shoulder.

  “You’re too irresistible for your own good,” he says.

  “My own good?” I ask with a laugh.

  He kisses my neck once before stepping around me. “Fine, my own good.”

  “So what’s for dinner?”

  “Beef bourguignon with fresh French bread, red wine, and mashed potato.”

  “And dessert?”

  “Me, obviously.” He winks as he opens a bottle of wine.

  “Any other options?” I tease, though there's nothing more than I want than to ensure he is my dessert.

  “You?” he asks and hands me a glass.

  “Anything else?”

  “Crème brûleé, but only if you eat all your veggies.”

  I laugh and clink my glass with his. “To nights to remember,” I toast.

  He arches an eyebrow. “To nights to remember.”

  “You cooked all this yourself?”

  “Yep. Gotta impress my girl somehow.”

  “Your girl?” I'm so aware I keep throwing questions his way, but I feel as though I'm on a fairground ride. Everything is happening so fast, but I can't help but seize our connection and the happiness that it brings with it. But that doesn't mean I'm not crazy confused.

  He takes a step back and a deep breath. “Yeah. Look, I know this has all happened really fast and we’ve spoken a little about what’s happening here, but if you want to slow down or stop altogether then that’s fine. Just say the word, okay?” He looks up with a forlorn expression on his face. “I’ve never done this before, and I really, really don’t want to fuck it up, so if you’re not ready for anything or everything, just let me know.”

  He looks adorable like this, unsure and sexy. I step closer to him and grab him by the shoulders. “Reed, just breathe, okay? All I was going to say was I really like being called your girl.” I blush deeply.

  “I really like calling you my girl.” He cups my face in his hands.

  “So I’m yours and you’re mine?” I don't hide my grin.

  “Absolutely.” He kisses me.

  Pulling away, my gaze roams his face. Honest eyes stare back at me. Whatever this is, my instinct nudges me to take a chance. Despite my fast beating heart, calm embraces me; I'm doing the right thing. “Let’s eat,” I say, and wait as he pulls out a chair for me before placing a plate in front of me.

  Once he’s seated, I take a bite and the beef melts in my mouth.

  “Oh, my God! You cook like this and I might have to keep you around forever,” I say through a mouthful of bread.

  “Looks like I’m stuck with the cooking duties for life then.” He smiles his panty-dropping smile and butterflies take flight in my stomach. For life? Oh boy.

  We finish dinner before moving into the living room where Reed stretches out on the couch, pulling me on top of him, my back resting on his front, his legs either side of me. He twirls a length of my hair in his hands.

  “So tell me more about you,” I say, snuggling into his warm, broad, hard chest, his musky woodsy scent enveloping me.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Everything.”

  “Okay, well I’m the second eldest of five boys, twenty-four and three-quarter years old.”

  “Twenty-four and three-quarters?” I ask, looking back at him over my shoulder.

  “Yes. The three-quarters is very important,” Reed says, and kisses my nose.

  Smirking, I nod. “Okay, so keep going.”

  “I’m a retired motorbike racer who now works at his family’s diner, garage, and racing team.”

  “You guys own a garage as well?”

  I feel him nod. “It’s just down the street.”

  “What else?”

  “My favourite number is ninety-nine. My favourite colour is blue. I wear boxer briefs. My favourite food is ribs, with waffles and pizza close seconds. My favourite bands change but the core are Unwritten Law, Linkin Park, and the Foo Fighters, and my f
avourite movie is The Sound of Music.”

  “The Sound of Music?”

  “Yeah man, it has singing, dancing, love, and Nazis. It’s the ultimate movie.”

  “If you say so.” I snuggle into him and an arm slips around my waist.

  “What about you, Miss Adams?”

  “What about me?”

  “What are your favourites?”

  “My favourite food is Chinese. My favourite flavour is caramel. I prefer white chocolate over dark or milk. My favourite colours are burgundy, gold, and magenta. I can never choose, and my favourite authors are Tijan, Kaylee Ryan, L.P. Maxa, and Cambria Hebert.”

  “Magenta?” Reed asks.

  “It’s a purpley-pink.”

  “Good to know. You ready for dessert?”

  I nod and sit up so he can get up.

  He comes back a few minutes later and gets back in his previous position. He wraps his arms around me, the crème brûleé in my lap. I reach for it and Reed smacks my hands away, instead digging in and feeding me himself.

  I moan, tasting the bitterness of the toffee and the sweetness of the vanilla across my tongue.

  Reed rests his head against the back of mine. “Baby, those moans….”

  “I would say I’m sorry, but that’s heaven.”

  His head comes around so he can look me in the eye. “Really?”

  I nod. “Oh yeah.”

  He brings another spoonful to my mouth. I keep my eyes on him as my mouth closes around the metal, and see his pupils dilate and feel his cock twitch behind me.

  “Mmm,” I purr.

  In a flash, Reed puts the spoon on the coffee table and crashes his lips to mine. Gasping for breath, we break apart and I get up.

  “Wha…?” Reed begins before I sit back down, straddling his hips.

  “Much better,” I say, leaning in to kiss him.

  He nips and sucks at my lips, my body rocking into his, my hips grinding against his, the friction feeling fantastic. He moves to kiss my neck, his hands sliding up my sides underneath my shirt. I stop rocking to tear my shirt off, revealing my black lace bra.

  “Holy fuck,” Reed breathes, “you really are an angel. A deliciously sexy angel, and you’re all mine.” My already drenched panties get wetter as Reed pulls me to him again, his hands kneading and pinching my nipples.

  I run my hands down his chest, reaching between us to rub his impressive erection. He growls the minute my hand comes into contact with him and stands, my legs wrapping around his waist, our lips never parting as he walks us to his room. He kicks the door closed before putting me down gently on the bed. I stretch out, lying on the pillows, and Reed stretches out on top of me.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Bria. What the hell are you doing to me?”

  “You? Why me? You could have any girl you want.”

  “I want you.”

  “So do I.” I bring my body flush with his, grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He gets the hint and pulls it off.

  I run my hands over the ink on his arms, designs of smoke and flames, before reaching the waistband of his jeans and belt.

  “Are you sure?” he asks.

  “I’m yours and you’re mine. Show me what it means, Reed.”

  “Baby,” he whispers as we fumble with each other’s jeans, eventually managing to get them off, followed by our underwear and my bra.

  Reed’s hands move up and down my sides before one slides between us and goes between my legs.

  “So wet, baby,” he says as his finger runs up and down my slit before slipping inside me. I arch against him, my legs falling open further to allow him room.

  “God, baby, you feel so good.” His lips run over my collarbone, my breasts brushing against his chest with every heaving breath I take.

  Reed slides in another finger and curls them to hit my G spot; I cry out, my fingers digging into his back.

  “Just there, huh?” He smirks above me.

  I nod and bite my lip.

  He stops his fingers and shoots me an evil grin. “I want to taste you, baby.” I nod again. It seems my brain to speech link has gone kaput. His grin turns triumphant before he kisses his way down my body, spending plenty of time on my breasts before stopping between my legs.

  He inhales deeply. “You smell divine, Bria.” He bends his head and sucks up my arousal.

  “Oh God!” I yell, my hands flying into his hair, holding him to me.

  “So good,” he says before circling my clit with his tongue. I’m on the brink when he slides a finger in and he hits my G spot again. I come so hard I see stars, my eyes rolling back in my head, my body arching off the bed.

  “That’s it, angel,” Reed says as he rides out my orgasm with me. Eventually the waves subside.

  “Welcome back.” He smirks at me when I open my eyes again.

  “Mmm.” I move against him.

  “God, Bria, you’re like nothing else.”

  “You’re not bad yourself,” I say, cupping his cheek.

  “I think I’ve fallen for you,” he says quietly, almost bashfully.

  “Good, because I’ve fallen for you.” I have no desire to hold back the words. It all seems too late for that anyway.

  “You have?”

  “One hundred percent.”

  “God, Bria.” He crashes his mouth to mine, my arousal still on his lips.

  I lift my hips to invite him in. I'm desperate for him, for the contact. Slowly, he pushes inside me. I moan at the intensity of the rightness as well as the stretch.

  “God, Reed.”

  “I know. You feel like a dream. You’re fucking made for me.”

  He’s finally all the way in and gives me a minute to adjust. It becomes too much. Too much stillness. Too much of being gentle.

  “Reed, honey, I need you to move.”

  “Just a sec. If I move now, it’s gonna be over. You feel too good.”

  “Reed,” I whine. I really need him to move.

  “I got you, baby.” He begins to move in and out; simultaneously, we moan, and I arch into him.

  He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard, kneading and pinching the other. I know my moans are getting louder, but there’s nothing I can do to stop them. I reach around and grab Reed’s arse, pushing him into me harder.

  “That’s it, baby,” Reed pants.

  “Oh God!”

  “Come for me, Bria, I want to hear you, feel you.”

  “Reed!” I scream as I come hard around him.

  He pumps into me a few more times before releasing into me, setting me off again. Reed collapses on top of me and rolls us so we’re on our sides and he’s not crushing me, his cock still deep inside me.

  He brushes my hair away from my face and looks deep into my eyes. “You just ruined me.”

  “What?” I ask, my heart beating even more wildly.

  “That was the best sex of my life and I’m ruined for everyone except you.”

  Oh, that’s better. I giggle and bury my face into his neck. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

  “I think you ruined me as well in that case,” I say.

  He pulls back so he can look me in the eye. “Yeah?” I nod shyly. “So damn perfect,” he whispers as he pulls out of me.

  “Oh shit.”

  I sit up. “What?”

  “No wonder it felt so good. We didn’t use a condom. Fuck! I never forget. I’m so sorry, baby.”

  My eyes widen and I swallow. A tiny flutter of panic sits in my chest. While there's no chance of me getting pregnant, I now know enough about Reed to know he's been around a bit. “Umm….”

  “Fuck, I’m so sorry, angel. Are you, you know, on anything?”

  “Ah, yeah, I’m on the shot. I got it a few weeks ago.”

  “Okay, good,” he says, and runs a hand through his hair.

  “Um, are you, have you...?”

  “Oh God, no, I’ve never done that before. I swear, Bria, I’m clean.”

  I b
low out a breath. “That’s good.”

  “I hate to ask.”

  “I’m clean.”

  He smiles and leans over to kiss me before going to the bathroom. I immediately miss the fullness of having him inside me.

  “Open for me, baby,” he says as he comes back in with a washcloth. I roll to my back and spread my legs so he can gently clean me up, something I’ve never had anyone do for me before.

  “I’m so sorry for forgetting the condom, but you make me lose my mind.”

  “It did feel really good.” I bite my lip.

  “It felt fucking phenomenal, and I swear I’ve never gone bare before.”

  “It’s okay. I trust you, Reed.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nod.

  He kisses me before throwing the washcloth back into the bathroom and hopping back in bed, pulling me to his chest. I run my finger over some of his tattoos as he runs his hand through my hair.

  “So what’s the deal with tomorrow?” I ask, breaking the silence.

  “Well, the track’s about two and a half hours away. Pa, Chris, and Jax will be coming with us, if that’s okay?”

  “It’s fine. I love Chris and your pa, and Jax is awesome.”

  “Don’t tell him that.” Reed chuckles.

  “I won’t.”

  “Good.” He gives me a squeeze. “We’ve got box passes for you, Pa, and Chris, the best seats in the house, although getting Pa to stay there will be a challenge.”

  “Where will he want to be?”

  “In the pits.”

  “Where you’ll be?”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry I won’t get to spend the race with you.”

  “That’s fine. You’ve got to support Liam.”

  “You’re not pissed I won’t be with you?” he asks, surprised.

  “No, you’ve got a job to do. Would I like to watch the race with you? Yeah, of course, but racing was here before I was. Plus, Liam deserves the best and that’s you.”

  “No, angel, the best is you, but luckily for me, Liam is gay so I’ll take care of you,” he says, rolling me onto my back and situating himself between my legs.

  “Oh, you will, will you?” I ask, lifting my hips to his and feeling his erection waiting for me.

  “Angel, I will always take care of you.” And he does, all night.