FORTY-EIGHTKYE

“As much as you want her to go everywhere with you, I am not putting Bailey in your death trap car every time,” Daisy said as she threw more clothes into a bag.

“You’re going to have to give me more than twelve hours to childproof my life, Daze,” I said, lying back in her bed as she packed. After the break-in and us being together, she agreed to stay with me for the rest of the week at least, but I would be working to convince her to stay longer. “I’ll get a new car. It’s still going to have to be fast, but it will be safer. Promise.”

She rolled her eyes and headed back out, not waiting for me to follow.

“You don’t have to childproof your life,” she said, grabbing the bags she packed for Bailey and heading out. I grabbed the bags from her, still trying to keep up. “I can’t expect you to buy a new car.”

“No? Want me to steal one from Holt today instead?”

“You aren’t stealing anything, Kye.”

I laughed, dropping the bags and grabbing her from behind. I walked us to the car and spun her around, lifting her up onto the back.

“What’s actually wrong, Daze?”

“Nothing. Nothing, I’m happy, but…”

“But?”

“But someone is still after me and I don’t know why. What if they hurt Bailey? Or you?”

“Or you,” I added.

“Sure. Yeah, that, too.”

“It will be okay, Daze. Bailey will always be with one of the guys or me for now, and I will always be with you.”

She gave a small smile. “What about when I’m at work?”

“I can set myself up there if you promise endless strawberry milkshakes.”

“You can talk to Carly about that.”

“Well, that’s going to be a no, then. I was hoping I could seduce you for milkshakes.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, but she held on. Her hands fisted into my hair and held me close. I groaned, the sting of her pulling on my hair already turning me on. I loved how she grabbed me and held on. I would have always thought I would need soft hands, but I needed hers. I like the demanding touch, and the strange way I felt in control and out-of-control at the same time.

I could feel her smile against my lips. “I forgot you liked all that.”

“All what?” I said, already forgetting what we had been talking about, as I searched for her lips again.

“All the teeth and nails, and apparently, hair pulling.”

I leaned in harder, my hands grabbing her hips to hold her against me. I was nearly crawling over her onto the car when her hands pushed against my chest as she started laughing.

“Down, boy. We have somewhere to be,” she said, laughing as she wrapped her arms around me and slid down off the car.

I dropped to my knees, already grabbing her legs to lift her back onto the car.

“Kye!” she yelled, laughing as she grabbed onto me again. “What are you doing?”

“You said down. I assume you meant to go down on you?”

“I absolutely did not. I have neighbors! And you can’t miss all this at Holt today, so you better go get in the car so we can go get ready.”

“Fine,” I groaned, but I grabbed the bags, following her to my car. She laughed more, getting into my car, to go to my apartment, to then come with me to my work event.

It felt like Daisy really might be mine this time.

There was never a point in my life I thought I would get to be this happy.

Two hours later, I was standing on the track, watching as Jax, Quinn and Chase pulled up, lining their cars up next to mine. The sea of cars was nearly endless today, Holt’s yearly track party only growing each year, and I figured this was going to be one of the biggest yet.

The entire place felt like home to me, since the track was one of the places I came the most when I was in town.

Daisy got out of Quinn’s car, choosing to ride with her since I had to be here a little earlier. Bailey was right behind her, both of them smiling as they headed my way. My smile fell when I looked down at the thin, short dress Daisy had on.

I immediately looked at Chase, who gave me a sly smile and grabbed Bailey, taking her off to the side with Quinn and Jax.

“Get over here,” I said, pulling Daisy around the cars until we were partially blocked from everyone else.

“What’s wrong?”

“What the hell is this dress?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s the hottest outfit I’ve ever seen. And the thing is so thin, I can make out every inch of your body through the fabric. Did you do it to kill me?”

“No, I did it because it’s hot.”

I leaned down and kissed her hard. “I think it’s torture, and I’m dying to know what you have on under this.”

“I bet you can guess.”

“Daisy,” I groaned.

“Kye.” She basically purred my name and ran a hand over my chest.

“You’re making it hard to think about racing.”

She grinned, taking a step back. “Hopefully that’s not the only thing I’m making hard.”

My mouth dropped. Somehow, her bold words always shocked me, but I loved them every time.

“Where are you going after that comment?” I yelled as she headed back towards the crew and Bailey.