Carolina King (Drive Me Wild Book 2) (2 page)

“Okay, I’m going to go. I’ll call you.”

“Alright, be careful,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away. I watched her get into her car and drive off before heading to Mack’s Ford Shelby. When I was inside he flashed me a grin that turned my insides to jelly. Was this really going to happen?

“Where are we headed, beautiful?” he asked with a wink. Oh yes, this was definitely going to happen. I gave him the name of the hotel and we were off.

As soon as we reached the hotel room, Mack took the key card from my hand and pushed it through the slot. When the door beeped he turned the handle and pulled me inside. The door closed with a heavy thud as he pushed me against the wall with his body.

“God, you are so fuckin’ sexy. You know that?” he murmured against my ear, then he ran his tongue lightly along the side of my neck. I let my head fall to the side as he pulled one of my legs up to rest against his hip. His fingers caressed the soft skin of my upper thigh, and I shivered as wetness soaked my panties. “And you smell so good.” He nipped at my neck as he inhaled me. “Where did you come from?”

I knew his question was rhetorical, so I resisted the urge to let him know just how often I’d been around him. But I decided it didn’t matter anymore because we were here now. I waited impatiently as his lips slowly moved their way up the column of my neck, along the curve of my jaw until they hovered over my lips. I wanted to close the distance, but for some reason felt incredibly shy. The confidence I’d felt in the beginning was completely gone, and doubt was creeping its way in. I felt like I should be saying something sexy or provocative, but I was drawing a blank.

“Mack,” I croaked, but before I could fully finish what I wanted to say, he spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. Then he lifted my arms above my head and grasped both wrists with one of his large hands and used his other to unzip the back of my dress. Goose bumps spread over my body as he slowly pulled the zipper down, exposing my skin inch by inch. After pushing my hair over one shoulder, he lightly brushed his lips over the exposed flesh just above my bra. Then there was a tug at the clasp, and a second later the sides fell away leaving my back completely bare.

Mack released my arms to push the dress and bra down my shoulders and over my hips until they dropped to the floor. As he kissed my neck he reached around to massage my breast. He thumbed each nipple as his lips moved to my shoulder and down the center of my back. I put my hands against the wall as I willed my legs not to give out. He secured my back to his front, and I could feel his hard erection straining through his jeans. I let my backside grind against the bulge, and he hissed in my ear before biting down on my neck causing me to moan. He shoved a leg between my thighs to spread them wider as one of his hands skimmed down my rib cage, over the flat of my stomach and into my panties.

“Are you wet, Jonna?” His tone was husky, and I nodded. “How wet? Show me.” His fingers found my slick folds and slid into my warm wetness. “Ah, there we go.” His tongue traveled along the column of my neck as he rubbed slow circles over my clit. I rested my head against his shoulder as I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t hold back. Let me hear it.” Then he pinched my swollen button between his thumb and forefinger with enough pressure that I cried out.

“Oh. Oh God.”

“You like that?” he asked, his breathing slightly labored as he continued to work me with his fingers, pumping them in and out, then paying special attention to my clit. My hips were moving against his hand all by themselves. I was helpless to stop my body’s reaction to what he was doing. It felt so good, and I couldn’t think about anything except the way he was making me feel. The pressure built
so
high . . . until it shattered me, and tiny sparks exploded behind my eyes. When my vision came back to focus, I looked down to see Mack on his knees behind me, pulling down my panties and spreading my legs. Before I could fully comprehend his intentions, his tongue was already caressing my now hypersensitive pussy.

“Mack!” I gasped and tried to move away, but he kept me firmly in place as he alternated between licking and sucking. It was too soon, and I knew there was no way I could come again, but God, what he was doing felt so good that I stopped resisting. Resting my flushed cheek against the cool wall, I panted and moaned. Soon I was grinding myself against his face while he held my parted thighs securely as he pulled me close, his own moans mixed with mine. I looked down to see that he was stroking himself. The hotness of the moment was overwhelming and intense, then the impossible happened, I came. But this time, harder than I did the first time, and I cried out hoarsely.

When he released me to stand, my knees buckled, so he lifted me into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom. I watched as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head exposing his ripped chest and abdomen. There was some sort of design tattooed on one side of his chest that traveled down his rib cage. The only thing I could clearly identify within the intricate artwork was a crown. My eyes left his chest and focused on his hands as he pushed down his already unbuttoned jeans and boxer briefs. His large rock-hard erection sprang free. He grabbed it firmly in one hand while he ripped open a condom and sheathed himself with the other.

“Now, part those pretty thighs for me, Jonna,” he commanded in a rough voice, and my legs fell open on their own. His eyes grew dark as he scanned every inch of my body. I licked my bottom lip and raised my arms over my head as I waited to see what he would do next. He crawled up the bed until he was hovering over me. “Damn,” he groaned. “Look at you, lying there with your hair spread across the pillow and lickin’ your lips like that. God, I hope you ready for me because I’m not gonna be gentle.”

“Good. Just how I like it,” I replied huskily. Mack growled and wasted no time driving in to me. He was large, much larger than I was used to. Slowly he worked himself into me inch by delicious inch. Pushing in and then pulling out, then pushing in a little more before pulling out. The stretching was a bit uncomfortable until he reached down and started rubbing my clit with his thumb, and soon all the discomfort was forgotten. By the time he was fully seated inside of me I was ready to come, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to set me off again.

“Fuck, Jonna. You’re so tight.” He pulled my legs up higher until they were around his waist as he picked up his speed. I bit down on my lip as I stared into his eyes. They were dark and cloudy with need as they traveled down my body to where we were joined. When his gaze lifted to my face, he reached up and pulled my lip from between my teeth with his thumb and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues glided together with so much intensity that it was hard to tell who was kissing whom.

I looped my arms around his neck and rocked my hips forward meeting each of his hard thrusts. I was faintly aware of the headboard pounding against the wall. I didn’t care. I needed to feel him, all of him, and as deep as possible inside of me. What we were doing felt primal, our bodies moving in sync as we moaned into each other’s mouths. I’d never experienced anything like it. Every nerve ending in my body was aware of him and the pleasure he was giving me.

“Mack, oh God.” I pulled my mouth from his and threw my head back as my orgasm hit me hard and my inner muscles gripped his cock.

“Ahh, yes. That’s it. Fuuuck.” He groaned as he shuttered and then stiffened above me. We stayed that way, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I brushed my damp curls away from my face and let my legs fall away from his waist. He rocked his hips back and forth a few times before finally pulling out and rolling away. I looked over at him and watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the flush that covered his face and neck. He looked so relaxed and dreamy. I wanted him to look over and tell me that that was the best sex he’d ever had, because I knew it was the best for me. Better than all of my best experiences up until that moment, combined. When he did look over at me, a wicked grin spread across his face telling me he wasn’t done with me yet, and then he drew me close and covered my mouth with his. All of my earlier worries and insecurities were forgotten.

That night I learned something new about Mack. Not only was he the king of street racing, he was also a sex god.

The night of the race . . . 

Drew had just won the race against Knight and managed to maintain his position as number two on the list. I wasn’t surprised because I knew Drew was a badass racer. Although he never bragged about it, he had serious skill on the road. Harley was wrapped in his arms and they were talking in low tones to each other. We all continued to celebrate around them but after a while I’d had enough of their disgusting public displays of affection, so I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat.

“So what happens now?” I asked, effectively interrupting their little moment.

“I have to call out number one,” Drew said reluctantly and let out a long sigh.

“Who’s number one?” Harley asked, but she seemed to be the only one here who didn’t already know the answer to that question. As soon as Mack’s name entered my mind, he appeared.

“Who do you think?” I heard him say, and my heart seized in my chest. It had been less than twenty-four hours since I’d been underneath him, and on top of him. I shook my head slightly to force away memories, but I could still feel the delicious soreness between my legs.

Back at the hotel I’d woken up to find Tayia sleeping with a pillow over her head on the pull-out couch in the living room, since Mack and I had taken up the bedroom. When he left that morning, he kissed me on the lips and simply said good-bye. He didn’t get my phone number or ask if he could see me again. I laid there for a while trying to come to terms with the fact that I’d just be another notch on his bedpost. I mean what other outcome had I been expecting?

I woke Tayia and we packed our things and checked out. I must have looked for a good twenty minutes for the pale pink satin panties I was wearing last night, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Mortified at the thought of the cleaning crew discovering them, I prayed that I would find them later hidden in my stuff.

“I can’t wait to dust your ass, Fox, so make sure your shit is ready.” He jerked a nod over to the Viper. “They don’t call me Carolina King for nothin’.”

“Alright. When are you trying to do this?” Drew asked and straightened his shoulders.

“Tonight, man. I’m ready to do this shit tonight for five grand. You down with that?”

“Yeah, five grand. I’m in.” My brother didn’t even hesitate to respond. Drew was very good with his money. He did the books for the restaurant and real estate properties. He also saved most of what he earned from racing. He wasn’t a flashy guy. He lived in a small house and wore a Catch T-shirt and jeans most days. The only thing he splurged on were his cars, the new Challenger he just purchased and the Viper he used to race. I was worried that five grand was a lot to lose, even for him. My eyes shifted angrily to my other brother, Woody, the cause of all this. He rarely had two nickels to rub together and Drew was constantly bailing him out. The anger continued to rise to my cheeks at the thought of five thousand dollars of my brother’s money going up in smoke in an attempt to save Woody’s ass. While I knew Drew was fast, I also knew that Mack was faster. There had to be another solution.

As the crowd began to disperse, with our group moving one direction and Mack in the other, I was left standing alone staring at his back while he walked away.

“Jonna?” Tayia called out and my head snapped in her direction and then back just as Mack stopped dead. When he turned around, his eyes immediately locked on mine. I had no idea what to do so I threw a hand up and waved like an idiot. His mouth drew into a tight line, and he narrowed his gaze.

“Come here, Jonna,” he said in a low gravelly voice and crooked a finger at me. I looked to where my brother’s crew was gathered; no one seemed to notice that I wasn’t there except for Tayia who was giving me a warning look. I shooed her away with my hand and quickly made my way over to Mack.

“Hey,” I said, slightly out of breath when I reached him. He firmly grabbed my elbow and gently guided me until we’d stepped behind a large trailer.

“What the hell are you doing with Fox’s crew?” he demanded.

“Well, um, he’s my, uh, brother.”

“Your brother?” Mack shouted and stepped back. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I fell silent and wound my fingers together nervously. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, advancing forward and stopping a few inches from my face. The familiar scent of his cologne immediately hit my nose and hardened my nipples.

“I didn’t think it mattered.”

“I thought you said you knew who I was, ’cause if you did, you would know why that matters.”

“Would it have made a difference? If I’d told you who I was, then you’re saying last night would have never happened?”

Mack stared back at me for a second as if contemplating his answer before he spoke. “Yes, it would have made a difference, and no, last night wouldn’t have happened.” I was unprepared for the wave of hurt and rejection that hit me at that moment. Here I was, only minutes ago fantasizing about the best night of my life when he could have just easily turned me away like I was nothing.

“Well, I’m so sorry to inconvenience you then. My mistake.” My voice was barely a whisper as I turned to leave and Mack grabbed my hand.

“Jonna, stop.”

“Let go of me, Mack,” I demanded as I jerked my arm away.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it that way.” He tightened his grip on my hand, refusing to let it go. “It’s just that you being Fox’s sister only makes things more complicated. I’ve got enough trouble in my life.”

“I get it, no need to explain. We can’t undo what’s already been done. I won’t say anything if you won’t.”

“Babe, I couldn’t care less about who knows, especially Fox. I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Well, not that it matters anyway, right? You didn’t bother sticking around long enough to exchange information with me, so it wasn’t like we’d planned on doing it again.”

“But I do want to
do it
again,” he emphasized, lowering his voice. “I’d gone back to the hotel to get your phone number this morning, but you’d already checked out.”

“Isn’t that my point? Why didn’t you ask for it before you left?”

“Because I didn’t know I wanted it until later.”

“You’re an asshole,” I said, trying to pull my hand free. He grinned shamelessly but didn’t let go.

“Being Fox’s sister complicates things, but I don’t care for the guy much, and I know the feeling is mutual now that he’s with Harley.”

“What does Harley have to do with this?” I asked, confused by his statement. He just shrugged and shook his head at me.

“Don’t really want to get into that right now.”

“I have to go, Mack.”

“Give me your phone number first, Firefly.” My eyes grew wide at the nickname, and I remembered him saying it that night on the side of the road.
Beautiful firefly
. I’d wondered all week why he’d said that, so I tilted my head to the side and studied him.

“Why did you call me that?” He just stared at me.

“Number.”

“Fine, but I want to ask you to do something.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“I’ll give you my phone number if you make sure my brother wins the race tonight.” I lifted an eyebrow saucily, hoping that what I suggested sounded tempting to him.

Mack scoffed, shook his head, and instantly dropped my hand. “Sorry, babe, but there is a certain way I do business. The way I see it, you’re asking me to give up at least fifteen grand. How would you plan to compensate me?” He ran his finger along the curve of my jaw, “And just so we’re clear, Jonna, I only accept two currencies. You choose. Cash”—he ran the back of his hand down the lower half of my stomach, just below my belly button until his fingers lightly grazed the zipper of my jeans—“or pussy.”

Oh, holy hot damn!

Instead of being appalled by his proposition, I’d never been more turned on in my life. He deserved to be smacked across his face, except I wanted to throw myself at him. My mind replayed scenes from last night and how as soon as we’d shut the door to the hotel room he’d owned my body. There were worst ways to make up for a favor, right?

An engine roaring just a few yards away caught me by surprise, and it brought my thoughts to focus. I couldn’t even believe I was considering the idea. There was no way; I wasn’t that kind of girl. Mack must have seen the way my face fell as I made up my mind when my shoulders slumped.

“Don’t worry. Your brother knows what he’s getting into. He doesn’t need you to stick up for him.”

“But you don’t understand …it’s more than that,” I said as I started pacing along the side of the trailer. Before I knew it I was spilling everything about the situation with Knight and how my brother needed to pay him ten thousand dollars by the end of the night or I wasn’t sure what would happen to Woody and Drew.

When I stopped speaking Mack stood there staring at me but didn’t say a word. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t his problem and that I’d seriously overstepped the boundaries of a one-night stand. Feeling embarrassed by my stupidity, all I wanted to do was get as far away from him as possible.

“Look, just forget it. I’m gonna, um, I’d better get back.” Then I took off running before he had the chance to stop me. God, what the hell was I thinking? I’m sure he was wondering what kind of nerve I had to ask the King of the Carolinas to throw a race to help my brother, who he doesn’t like, and the only leverage I had was that we’d spent a night together. One amazing night, but still. As if my phone number was worth ten thousand dollars.

Get over yourself, Jonna.

There would no doubt be a different girl in his bed tonight. Just thinking about it made me feel so insignificant, and it sucked.

“Where were you?” Tayia asked as she hurried up to me.

“Just talking to Mack. Why?”

“Is everything okay?” She eyed me suspiciously. “You look upset.”

“I’m fine. Can we please not talk about it right now?” It was hard to disguise the anguish in my voice, and Tayia instantly agreed to drop it.

“Sure, hon,” she said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder and we moved closer to the activity.

A short while later both cars were up at the starting line. They had flipped a coin earlier and Mack had won the toss. He’d chosen the right lane, where he was now sitting while revving the engine and completing his burnout in the new red Mustang GT he used strictly for racing. Drew was working a test pass in the Viper. Suddenly loud horrible rattling noises were coming from the GT, and I knew it wasn’t a good sign. Mack’s crew threw open the hood and all gathered around talking and working quickly to find the source of the problem. After several minutes and a heated argument between several of the crew members, Mack stepped away from the crowd with a grim expression on his face. He walked over to Drew, who was already geared up and seated in his car. Mack mumbled something about car troubles and the word catalytic converter followed by, “I’m out, man.”

“You sure?” my brother asked, clearly stunned. According to the rules, since Mack wasn’t able to race and defend his spot, Drew won by default. This meant the ten grand was his!

“Yeah, it’s not going to make it down the road tonight, but I’m coming for you soon, so be ready.” With that, Mack strode away but not before his eyes found mine. The stare seemed to go on for several moments, or at least it felt like that as time ceased to exist. As soon as he was out of sight, I tuned back into the celebration that was happening around me. Everyone was cheering and hugging each other. Harley was pressed against the Viper with her long legs around Drew’s waist as he kissed her. I envied the way they just seemed to work as a couple.

I suppressed a yelp when I was tugged away from the group and pushed against the side of my brother’s equipment trailer out of view from everyone.

“You owe me,” Mack said against my ear.

“What?”

“You heard me. You owe me for that win your brother just got right now.”

“There was no race. You had engine problems. You didn’t know that was going to happen.”

“You sure about that?” I stared at him for a second because I wasn’t sure. Did he do something to his engine? Why would he? Then it dawned on me. He may have given up the number one spot but not because he’d been beaten on the road. He was still on record as the fastest, regardless of him forfeiting on a technicality.

“Mack. You threw the race?” I asked with disbelief.

“You owe me,” he repeated.

“Why would you do that for me?”

“Let’s just say, there is a way we can both benefit.”

Then, he pulled me in for a kiss. No, it wasn’t a kiss, it was a ravaging. Our tongues tangled together as his grip tightened on the back of my neck and he held me close. It reminded me of last night and the way he kissed me almost exactly like this as he pounded into me. He was powerful, virile, and wasted no time taking what he wanted. I also pushed away the nagging feeling that this entire proposition wasn’t about sex. Mack wasn’t the kind of guy who needed to worry about getting girls to sleep with him. Besides I’d already proven to him last night just how easy it was for him to have me.

With some effort, I pushed Mack away and took a step back to clear my head and draw in air. When I looked over at him, he appeared unaffected. In fact, he was reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.