Pit: The A**hole Club Series

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by Saffire , Blue


  I’d know those sexy ass heels anywhere. I’m just not sure why the hell they’re in my parking lot. The owner of these heels makes it her business to stay the fuck away from me when the rest of the crew isn’t around and I do the same when it comes to her.

  Mayven “Skittles” Jennings is what you call trouble. Every time I’m around her I get into some shit. Yet I can’t keep my dick from getting hard every time I see her. Twelve years and I still haven’t squashed the feelings she stirs in me.

  I scoff to myself. Never the same car. She has as many of those as she has shoes.

  I pull my cigarette from my lips and blow the smoke to the side as I watch her lean her hip against the door of her car as she stares back at me. Damn she looks good.

  Those tight ass jeans need to be on my bedroom floor while I finally get a taste of that pussy. I’m sure it’s as pretty as her face. Skittles has only become more gorgeous with time.

  And that’s still not a strong enough word for her stunning eyes and lush lips. I’ll admit it. I’ve wanted those lips around my cock for twelve years.

  I’ve watched porn and thought of her face on the chick a time or two. Fuck, I’ve been in some pussy and imagined the chick was her if I’m going to be completely honest. I’m not even going to analyze why this woman fucks with my head so much.

  “You got a purpose here?” I mutter before taking another drag from my smoke.

  She folds her arms over her chest and looks at my cigarette with disgust. It’s no secret she hates the fact that I smoke. I’ve heard it more times than I can count.

  “I need your help,” she says the words, but the way her mouth moves you’d think she just chewed on some shit.

  “It’s about time you came to your senses. We can be at my place in fifteen,” I tease as I let smoke pour from my nose.

  She rolls her eyes. “Will, this was hard enough for me. Don’t be an asshole.”

  “Isn’t that what you call me? Why change now?”

  Yup, I earn my place in The Asshole Club. I absently rub at the tat that stamps my right to stake the claim. Still haven’t decided if the tattoo over my shoulder and peck was a good idea. Again, a decision I’ve made because of this woman standing in front of me.

  I take one last pull from my smoke and flick it to the ground. Smooth as a motherfucker, I saunter over to Skittles and her expensive ride. She doesn’t just own cars, she always has the nice shit.

  She tilts her head back to look up at me as I get closer. I love that she’s so much shorter than me. It makes me want to grab her thick ass up and toss her around.

  Damn, I bet I could fuck her little ass up against my office door. We don’t have to bother with heading to my place at all. Heck, I have a spot I can drive us to where I can take her ass right on the hood of this car. I’m gonna second-guess my sloppy seconds rule tonight too.

  “Your eyes always give away when you’re fucking me in your brain. Cut that shit out. I’m serious. I need your help,” she says.

  “With what?” I say as I look down at her and mirror her stance, folding my arms over my chest.

  My hackles go up when a pensive look crosses her face. Skittles doesn’t do pensive. Not over the years since that first night. Her slick ass mouth always has an answer for me.

  It’s like she breathes to have a clap back for me. Another reason I’ve imagined my cock in her mouth so much. I can’t think of a time I haven’t had to tell her to shut the fuck up.

  “You’re not going to like this,” she says after chewing on her plump lower lip long enough to distract my ass.

  I have to shake my head to clear my thoughts as her words break through. Damn, why the hell does she always smell so good? There’s reason one hundred and one I need to stay the hell away from this woman.

  “What am I not going to like, Mayven?” I say her name tauntingly.

  I know how much she hates it. Something flickers in her eyes, but she swallows whatever retort she was about to hurl at me. This raises my curiosity.

  “I need a driver,” she says quickly.

  I turn around and go to walk off. “Fuck that. You can get back in that car and get the fuck outta here.”

  “Come on, Will. I need your help,” she says pleadingly.

  The tone of her voice causes me to pause. I sigh and grit my teeth. I know I’m going to regret this, but I turn and narrow my eyes at her as she looks up at me. The same pleading is in her eyes.

  “What do you need me to drive for?”

  She rubs her hands on her jeans. “I’m short a driver. I need one more for club.”

  “See, now, if you think I didn’t pick up on all that cryptic shit you just pulled you can turn your ass around just like I said and get the hell out of here. Either you tell me what the hell is going on or you get your pretty ass the fuck out of my face.”

  She stomps her foot and balls her hands. “Why do you have to make everything so damn hard? Look, I’ll pay you.”

  I place my hands on my hips. “Not interested in your money. Next.”

  “Will—”

  “Call me by that name one more time and I’m walking away and not hearing another word you have to say,” I growl.

  “Fine, Pit,” she drags out. “I’m serious. Name your price. What’s the going rate to get some of your time these days. I can afford to buy the time I’m looking for.”

  I tip my head to the side and study her. She’s desperate and barely holding that fact in. Once again, I narrow my eyes.

  “You going to tell me what this is about? All of it.”

  “I can’t tell you everything. What I can tell you is that I need a driver. I’m down a guy,” she says.

  “What happened to him?”

  She looks away from me, her jaw working. When she looks back at me, tears are in her eyes, but I can see she’s fighting them. I’m getting pissed and not from her stalling. It’s clear someone or something’s fucking with her.

  “I never had one. My team’s not built for this race. I need a sure thing,” she finally says.

  “Sure thing?”

  “I can’t lose these races. I need to get to the finish line. No matter what. I need in the inner circle,” she mutters.

  “That ain’t me. I’m still hearing a ton of holes in your words. Remember who you’re talking to.”

  “Pit, I have something important I need to handle. I would have asked Kelex, but I can’t. You know why. You’re the next best driver I know. I need the best for this. Please,” she begs.

  I feel my blood boil. Pretty ass Kelex is half burned up and still he pulls my girl. I freeze.

  Mayven was never mine, but I’ve secretly wanted to cut Kelex’s dick off for years. The two swear they’re nothing more than friends, but I’ve never believed that. I see the way he looks at her. It drives me fucking crazy.

  “First, I’m a better driver than you and Kelex, baby. Get that shit right,” I snarl. “Second, I told you I don’t need your money so why the hell would I get into a car to race anyone? It already sounds like you’ve gotten yourself into some shit. I’m not going to jail again for anyone, sweetheart.”

  “My crew will keep us out of jail.”

  “You mean your daddy?”

  “My father and aunt can’t find out a thing about this. Trust me, my team knows how important this is. You drive, we win, I solve my problem and you can go on your way,” she says.

  “Nah, something stinks. You have a good night though.” I turn and head back toward my bar.

  I get to the door with the handle in my hand when her words halt me in my tracks. An evil grin comes to my lips and I turn slowly to face her again. My gaze roams over her body.

  “Name my price? Whatever I want?” I repeat her words.

  “Yeah, you heard me. What will get you to do this?”

  I close the distance between us and place an arm around her waist. I know I’m about to get the shit slapped out of me, but I push the boundary anyway. I want to see if I’m right about the d
esperation I’m sensing.

  Once I have her tugged in nice and close, I lean in her ear and give my request. However, the stinging slap never comes. She looks me in the eyes as if she’s considering the words that come out of my mouth.

  Skittles

  * * *

  My nipples are so tight they hurt. I can’t believe my body always reacts to this man this way. And no, this didn’t start the moment he wrapped his arm around me.

  “You want me to drive, you give me a month all access to that tight pussy and sexy ass mouth,” he breathes in my ear.

  My pussy clenches and my thoughts almost shatter in the wind. If it weren’t for protecting my family, I’d probably stand here lost in his jade eyes and words. However, my family needs me, and I need Pit to do this for me.

  I lock on his green gaze. Am I willing to fuck him for my cousin’s safety and to keep my dad and aunt’s careers out of this? I find out the moment the words float out of my mouth.

  “One month, but you stop smoking now and the month starts when we join the club,” I reply.

  He drops his arm. “Aw, hell nah. What have you gotten yourself into? You once told me you wouldn’t let me put my dick in you if it was the last one on earth.”

  Oh, that was such a damn lie when I told it. I’ve had a thing for Pit since we met. However, he’s the epitome of an asshole. When I finally accepted that, I resigned myself to us being friends and friends only. I’m not into the type of hurt men like Pit leave behind.

  “You have time to get tested before the races start. Stop smoking and get a checkup. I don’t trust the shit you probably picked up from the whores you sleep with. It might eat through the condom. I’ll be yours for a month if you’re clean. In return, you do this for me,” I say and lift my chin.

  He stands silently observing me. I hold my breath the entire time. I need him to do this.

  I thought of all my options before coming here. I was actually headed to Kelex to ask him until my conscience got the best of me. None of the guys have been in an illegal race since that night.

  However, Kelex wears the scars of what happened. He hasn’t been behind the wheel in twelve years. He’s always the passenger. I know he would do this for me, but at what cost? I couldn’t bring myself to ask him.

  I came here instead. Now, I think I’m going to regret it. Realization lights Pit’s eyes and I know he sees I mean it.

  “Well shit. I thought you were going to slap me and slash my tires. I would have asked for that ass too if I knew you were this desperate,” he snorts.

  Asshole.

  “Don’t be a dick and I might offer,” I counter, trying to cover my mix of emotions as I make this deal.

  I’m offering sex for my cousin’s life and I still don’t know if this will save her in the end. That’s not going to stop me from trying. Shawna means that much to me.

  “What about your boyfriend?” He’s narrowing those gorgeous eyes on me again.

  “What about him?” He doesn’t need to know that we broke up. Maybe that will help me stay detached from all of this because I don’t think I’ll be the same after anything I’m about to do.

  “Nope. I’m not into sharing. I’m already going against one of my rules. If we’re fucking, we’re fucking.” He folds his arms across his chest.

  I sigh and toss my hands up. “We’re not together. He was jealous of Kelex. Things ended. Bros over hoes, right?”

  “You are not a bro.” He gives me a pointed look.

  “It sounded good at the time. So, do we have a deal?”

  He gives me another appraising look. His gaze eating me up from head to toe. I return the favor. Damn, Pit is a fine ass man.

  All six three, 250 pounds of muscles and sexy, fits into black jeans and a dress shirt that’s rolled up over his elbows. Oh, yes, Pit has put on some weight in the last twelve years. It looks great on him.

  Nasty as his smoking habit is all of this man is an undeniable force. I’ve had thoughts on many occasions of riding that handsome face of his and putting his dick out of commission for a week.

  He pulls out his pack of cigarettes, pulls one and places it in his mouth. I glare at him as he lights it. He then balls up the rest of the pack and tosses it.

  Taking his cig from his mouth, he then allows smoke to come from his mouth and nose as he squints at me. A slow smile comes to his lips. My heart begins to race from the sight.

  “Oh, you have a deal, sweetheart. I won’t need to smoke. I’m going to be smoking that pussy.” He points at me with his cigarette between his fingertips. “Don’t let anyone touch you starting tonight. You belong to me.”

  With that, he turns and heads into the bar. I fall against my car, wondering what the hell I just got myself into. This is going to end badly.

  I’m coming, Shawna. Hang on.

  Chapter 6

  What is This?

  Skittles

  * * *

  “Looking good, boys,” I call to a few of my mechanics working in the garage.

  They’re working on the cars I’ll be using for the races. Two cars, a four member pit and tech crew, and a four driver team—two primary and two backups. I chew on my lip. My stomach has been in knots for the last two days.

  It won’t take Pit long to find out what I’ve really asked him to get involved in. I’ve been waiting for him to show up and chew my ass out. I’m hoping he wants to fuck me more than he’ll care about what I’m asking him to do.

  I sigh and unzip my jumper, pulling the top down to my waist. I’ve been on the track in a car I just built a new engine for. It’s served to get my mind off of things for a bit. The clock is ticking.

  “Eddy, I know that’s not the paint color I gave you for that ride,” I shout as he waxes a car in the back of the garage.

  “Noticed it’s not what I was going for, boss. I was just thinking to redo it,” he replies.

  “Stop thinking and do,” I sing.

  I’m a mechanical engineer, but I specialize in automotive engineering. I’ve proudly built some badass machines here. Ven’s Whips and Toys has been my pride and joy.

  We build and customize cars here in the garage. Everything from building engines and transmissions, custom paint jobs, and kits. However, I have a track out back that patrons can come and drive on to really stretch out the legs on the machines we build.

  I think my mom would be proud I took what I love and created a place where others can enjoy cars, racing, and customized pleasure machines.

  My father, on the other hand, fought me tooth and nail until he realized I wasn’t going to give up on making this dream a reality. In the end, as long as I’m not out embarrassing him or getting into trouble, he has started to grumble to himself about wanting a respectable daughter who has a husband, kids, and a white picket fence while smiling for the cameras.

  At thirty-three I’ve wondered when the man will fully let go of the reins and realize this is my life. I’m not a campaign trophy and never will be. To think that there was a time in my life when I was a daddy’s girl.

  “Randy, can you connect that data to my system,” I call out as I stop in front of my computer to punch in some numbers and data for the car I took for a spin.

  “Got it, boss. Sending it now,” he answers.

  My thoughts travel to my mom. If she were still here, she’d know a better way to go about helping Shawna. I might be getting in over my head.

  “Hey, Louis—”

  My words are cutoff as I’m grabbed by the back of the neck and shoved toward my office. I look up as best I can to find a very pissed looking Pit dragging my ass along. I start to flay, trying to get out of his hold, but he tightens his grasp and moves faster.

  My little legs barely meet the floor as he keeps moving with his long strides. I’d probably laugh my ass off at the sight we make if I didn’t know what is coming and why this man is in my place of business, storming through like a raging bull.

  One clock has run out.

  He release
s me with a shove and slams my office door closed behind us. I spin on him and put my hands on my hips, my chest heaving. He rushes right in to crowd my space and bends so we’re nose to nose.

  “Have you lost your mind?” he snarls. “Marquis’ race club? This is what you’re asking me to get into?”

  “Yes,” I say just above a whisper.

  “No,” he barks. “I was curious as fuck as to why you needed me to drive so bad you’d offer to be in my bed for a month. That shit ain’t sit right with me, so I started digging. Guess what, Skittles?”

  “What?”

  “I don’t like the answers I’m getting, especially because those answers went cold and if you’re racing in that club, it means I need to start asking in places that will get you hurt.”

  “Then stop asking,” I mutter.

  His eyes widen before he narrows them at me. He turns to pace to the door and then back. When I say he’s furious—a vein is popping from his forehead and his cheeks are red.

  “I don’t know what you think you need to do, but this is over. You’re not racing in that club. Cut your losses and move on,” he demands.

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Why the fuck not?” he growls. “Do you understand the purpose of those races? Do you get what you’re placing yourself in the middle of?”

  I huff and drop my hands to my sides. “Yeah, I get it. It’s why I need you.”

  “They run drugs, Mayven. The winners carry drugs for Marquis. What’s so important you’d put your life and freedom at risk. You’re smarter than this.”

  “I know what they run. I know what I’m doing. I know who they are.”

  “No, baby. You have no idea who they are or who you are dealing with. Those motherfuckers are savages. You’re not about that life.”

  “But you are. You’re the most savage dude I know. Everyone either fears or respects you. I just need you on my team so I can get in and get the respect I need to race. With you, they won’t fuck with me. I can race and handle my shit,” I snap back.

 

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