Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

“We were all watchin’. About gave everyone a heart attack when you made that call. Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Solo lose it like that before.”

“Well, we didn’t see ya at first, and I don’t know what happened. He went apeshit, tried to leave the room like he was gonna go rescue you himself.”

Oooohhh

“If you ever scare me again like that again, I will hunt you down and fucking kill you myself. You got it, lieutenant?”

Seventy-two hours of mandatory confinement with one another sounded pretty fucking good right about now, after the last two days left wondering.

“Yeah, I understand,” he finally said. “And I have no doubt Solo will take great delight in keeping me in line.”

Fuck yeah

“When you weren’t here, I—”

“I really wished you were.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and leaned down until my forehead rested against his. “I was busy being a fucking idiot.”

Lips that had kissed and sucked every naked inch of me just a few days ago.

and one off-hand comment from him had reminded me what a fucking coward I’d been when he needed me most.

“I know I’ve been tough on you, and I know what you think. But I’ve never been ashamed of who you are, Grant. You’re my son, and I just…” He seemed to lose his words and swallowed before meeting my eyes. “I don’t want things to be harder for you. That’s all.”

“Mhmm, hard and fast, just the way you like it.”

As I had memories of me kneeling at Solo’s feet with his jeans around his thighs,

And trust me, I’ve been in the sky with you and in bed with you, and you’re not a fucking pussy.”

and when I saw Panther looking at me, the expression in his eyes made my heart thud a little harder.

so the fierce look of approval and admiration in those blue depths made my stomach flip-flop as though it were the first time I was climbing into the cockpit of a jet.

Heat infused my body, flames licking along my veins as his eyes roamed over my face and down my neck, then he licked his lips, making me shift in my seat.

I smiled as Solo tried to form a sentence. But when nothing came out and his cheeks flushed—actually fucking flushed—I full-on grinned.

“What the hell happened to you up there in that plane?” I nipped at his lower lip, and when Solo moaned and opened for me, I whispered, “I realized what’s important.”

As I deepened the kiss, I felt the moan escape his throat, and I swallowed it down greedily, wanting to devour every taste and sound he gave me. God, I wanted him. I knew that now, and finally, after a lifetime of denying myself what I truly wanted, I was taking it.

“I mean, here you are finally all the fuck over me, and I can’t do shit about it for at least…how many days?”

“Like you said, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than sitting in this car, sharing this meal, with a man I never knew I was looking for until today.”

“Who said I won’t need a private session later?”

The night he’d ended up stretched out in my bed with his body entwined with mine.

a hard time,

His lips curled up as reached for my water bottle and took a long swallow. When he handed it back, he said, “You can go for now. But Panther? Don’t think I won’t come and steal you back later.”

Solo was looking at me like he’d never get enough of what I was giving.

There was no way he’d ever consider going together, and bringing another guy was out of the question too.

my body physically protesting Panther showing up with anyone other than me.

I took a moment to watch Panther as he geared up, and thanked whoever had been watching over him that day of his accident that he was still here.

That I was still able to stand here and look at him, as he clipped the legs of his survival suit up the inside of his thighs, and then zipped them into place.

and that alone should’ve scared me shitless.

LOLZ

Then he glanced at me and said in a low voice, “You’re really going to give up the opportunity to have all this under you?”

“My type is tall, cocky, reckless as all hell, and has a tattoo on the back of his thigh that’s been making my dick hard since he walked out here in his shorts this afternoon.”

“If I lose my shorts out here, I’ll be inside you in two seconds flat.”

Something about having to wait to touch him tonight, something about being denied what I wanted, made a primal side of me I didn’t know I possessed rise to the surface. All I wanted was to mark him, claim him, and let him know that here and now, in this moment, he was mine.

Being who we were, doing what we did…it was rare to want anything other than being on top. But with Panther, I was more than happy to be anyfuckingwhere he wanted me.

Panther moved his hands back to my hips as he slowly, torturously pulled out of me. Then he said, “Deal,” and began a relentless pace that made me hold on to the couch for dear life. My fingers flexed and dug into the leather as I braced my feet wide on the floor and reveled in the primal way Panther was letting loose behind me.

I didn’t understand how I’d gone so quickly from wanting to rip his head off to wanting to tear off his clothes, but once it happened, there’d been no turning back.

GOING UP AGAINST my father for the first time in front of the entirety of NAFTA hadn’t been high on my list of priorities.

This is an understatement

“Wherever you want to take me.” The words were so simple, so honest, and the vulnerability I’d seen in his eyes earlier had been replaced with a certainty that made my breath catch in the back of my throat.

“I want to be yours,”

Panther nodded as I drew circles over his warm skin. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

As he stretched out on his back, I got to my feet, and the sight that greeted me was everything I’d ever wanted from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him.

Panther was looking at me like I was everything he’d ever wanted,

Solo shivered in my arms, and when he captured my mouth, I knew he felt it too.

But that wasn’t the case anymore. I couldn’t deny it to myself even if I tried. The thought of being half a world away

from Panther made me physically ill, and I hadn’t even admitted that truth to him.

All I knew was that if he was feeling anything like I was, his stomach would be tied up in knots.

He always looked handsome, but tonight, there was something more I couldn’t put my finger on. A touch of sadness lurking behind his gaze.