Wilder (The Renegades) (9 page)

Chapter Eight

Leah

Barcelona

“Come on. We have three days in Barcelona. The least you can do is spend one with me.” Paxton leaned against my doorframe, looking good enough to send my heartbeat—and hormones—into overdrive. I swore, when that guy came within fifteen feet of me, my panties knew before I did.

I rolled my eyes and slipped my money and ID into my travel wallet. “I am. Tomorrow. Today, I’m touring the churches for extra credit, which is what
you
should be doing.”

“I’ll go with you tomorrow, and what the hell is that?” he asked, pointing to my wallet.

“It’s a wallet,” I answered.

“It’s the weirdest wallet I’ve ever seen.”

“It hooks on my belt and goes inside my clothes to protect me from pickpockets. Stop changing the subject.” Where was my sunscreen?

“I went to every class.”

“Do you want a gold star?” I asked, putting my sunglasses on top of my head. My tank top straps slid down my shoulders.

“That should get me something,” he damn near whined.

“Yeah, like a good grade,” I threw back.

“You’re impossible. Turn around.” He made the circle motion with his fingers, and I did as he asked.

“Why? And what is so freaking important about today?”

I jumped when his fingers brushed against the bare skin of my back, and my breath hitched as he manipulated the strap, tightening it for me. God, if he could do that with one touch, what would it be like if he actually ever meant to turn me on? I’d probably spontaneously combust.

“I’m doing something really cool, and I selfishly want you to watch. And then I may have planned something for us.”

I froze. Planned something? Like a date? No. There was no way he would ever consider that. “Like what?” I turned slowly, bringing me crazy close to him—so close that all it would take was a push onto my toes and I could actually kiss him. But I couldn’t kiss him. I was his tutor, and he’d moved me off his
fuckable list
within minutes of meeting me. That look on his face, though…that didn’t say that the attraction was one-sided.

“You only get to know if you come with me,” he said, his smile slow and incredibly sexy. “Come on, Firecracker. Trust me.”

It was his eyes that made me waver, made me forget damn near every thought in my brain besides Paxton, and sex…and Paxton. His hands, lips, smile, body, intensity—everything I wasn’t supposed to want. Mush-brain, indeed. “Fine, but I promised Rachel I’d call her today, so you have to have me back before midnight. Did you just fist pump?”

“Hell yes, Cinderella, I’ll have you home by midnight. Now take your fanny pack and let’s go.”

“It’s a wallet!” I called after him as he practically skipped out of my room. “You asked him to help you,” I muttered to myself. No matter what he had planned, I was going to give it a try. I had to find a way to push past this fear, as paralyzing as it was. The way my body had shut down… It was a miracle I hadn’t hurt more than my pride in that fall.

…

Two hours later I walked up to Brooke, who leaned against a tiled wall on a hilltop in Barcelona overlooking the Park Guell, Gaudi’s exquisite creation that looked like Dr. Seuss had dabbled in architecture.

“Leah!” She hugged me, squeezing a little too tight.

“If you say that you’re sorry again, I’m going to walk away,” I said with a smile. She’d been apologizing nonstop for three days.

“I can’t help it. I’m just…”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I’m just so excited to see them pull this off.”

“That’s better,” I said, leaning cautiously over the wall of our ten-foot-high overlook to see the majority of the park that had been emptied for production. Beautiful tile mosaics decorated the walls that rose against the blue sky, a gorgeous cacophony of color and light that somehow reminded me of Paxton—pieced together in a way that shouldn’t make sense yet was hypnotic to the eye.

However, I highly doubted the half-pipe that rested at the bottom of the iconic steps in the courtyard before us was part of Gaudi’s plan. Or the mini ramps situated around the park leading up to it.

Most of the camera crew was locally hired for this one; there were too many places they needed to catch shots, and I watched them scurry into position.

“Here they come,” I said, watching the first riders—these ones on BMX bikes—make the park their personal playground.

“Are you ready for an adventure?” Brooke asked, laying on her best Paxton impression.

“That was scary close.” I laughed.

“There’s Penna!” she said, leaning farther to see her sister pull a 360 off one of the rails. It was hard to believe that the girl with the supermodel looks rode like one of the guys.

“I can’t believe they let them shut down the park for this,” I said, watching another wave of riders, this one with Paxton in the lead and Landon on his heels.

“They had to agree to extreme protective measures of the art, hire locally, and you know Paxton’s father throwing money at it didn’t hurt.”

“It never does, right? Are they all like that? The Originals?”

She shook her head. “No. Paxton and Landon come from money. Big money. Penna and I, well, our parents aren’t hurting, that’s for sure, but Nick—” She rubbed her forehead and forced a fake smile. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” I said. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

The park was quiet for a moment, resetting the course for the real shots now that the riders had navigated it once.

“You have as much right to know as anyone, seeing as you’re a part of this now.”

I scoffed. “Falling off a half-pipe does not a Renegade make.”

She tilted her head, watching the cameramen adjust their angles. “No, but carrying Paxton does. Where he goes, they follow. What he does, they emulate. If he fails, they all do, and you’re more a part of that than you know.”

“Why do you follow?”
Holy shit, foot in mouth much?
“Crap, that wasn’t how I meant that to sound. I mean if you don’t get into all of this”—I gestured to the scrambling crew and Renegades hauling their bikes back up to the top of the park—“why would you spend your life around it?”

“You haven’t researched their little Renegade troop much, have you?” she asked with a wry smile.

I shook my head. “No. Once I knew who he was, what he did, I decided it was best to let him show me who he was as opposed to judging him based off what everyone else assumed. I’m kind of stuck with the guy for the next nine months.”

“You’re good for him,” she said quietly.

“I’m nothing to him,” I replied. “Just his tutor.”

“If you believe that, maybe you’re the one who needs the tutoring. I’d give you the cliché of ‘he’s different around you,’ but you don’t know what he’s like normally.”

Before I could ask her what she meant, the second wave started. We watched, entranced by the different tricks they pulled on the pipe, cringing when they didn’t quite make it, and cheering for the ones who did.

“I didn’t realize how many there were,” I said.

“There’s probably close to twenty CTDs on board, all with different ways they’re willing to put their bodies on the line to worship at Paxton’s altar.”

The tone in her voice brought me up short. “Have you ever…worshipped at his altar?”
Why the hell does it matter? Why would you care?

She laughed. “Hell, no. Paxton’s pretty much a brother to Penna and me. And even if I could manage some level of attraction to him, I have personally witnessed the revolving door that doubles as his bed. He’s not as bad as Landon, but at least Landon has his reasons.”

Something precious inside—that I hadn’t even realized had been growing until this moment—withered and died. “Right. He does enjoy the chase.”

She gently covered my hand with hers. “I wasn’t talking about you, Leah. He’s careful with you—around you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I waved her off, slipping my hand free and trying to find my composure when I had no freaking reason to lose it in the first place. Paxton wasn’t mine. He was free to sleep with whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Oh, speaking of whomever, that was Zoe on rollerblades.

Brooke followed my line of sight. “He hasn’t slept with anyone since we left Miami.”

Damn it, that pesky feeling was back. “I don’t—”

“Care, I know. But you should know that, just in case you do. I’ve never seen him as scared as he was when you fell from the pipe. The way he held you after…”

My attention snapped to her, despite Landon’s turn on the pipe. “He held me after?” Oh God, was that my voice sounding so lovesick?

She nodded, her eyes slightly watering as she looked back to the park. “I wish someone held me like that.”

This time I covered her hand as Paxton took to the pipe on his BMX. He glided like he was part of the bike, his speed, agility, and acrobatics simply…beautiful, there was no other word for it. The way he moved his body, the confidence in his abilities, it all drew me in when I knew I should be backing away.

Then he flew higher than I’d ever seen, twisting in the air in a move that left me breathless. “Whoa.”

“Five-Forty Double Tailwhip. That practice paid off,” Penna called up, cheering when he dismounted the ramp. “And if you think that’s great, wait until you see him on a motocross bike.”

I was too stunned to move.

Paxton looked up at me with a wide grin and bowed as if he’d performed only for my pleasure. My smile was impossible to contain as I clapped for him.

The rest of his crew then did the same, all bowing up to where Brooke and I watched, and my laughter was instant.

I’d known who he was since Miami, but it had never hit home until this moment. He wasn’t just any extreme athlete, he was one of the best in the world.

“We have to do another set, is that okay?” he asked.

“Of course,” I called down. “I’m having fun watching you.”

You sound like one of his groupies.

“Wanna try?” He wiggled his eyebrows under his helmet and GoPro camera.

“Not in a million years. Now go start the wild rumpus.”

“What?” he asked.

“Well, let’s face it, you’re pretty much king of all the wild things around here.” Even his name, Pax, was too close to Max to not draw the comparison to my favorite children’s book.

“I’ll go find my wolf suit,” he said, laughing as he walked off.

Knowing he’d gotten my little joke made me smile even wider.

The trees to the left of the staircase rustled, and three preteen boys popped their heads over the concrete barrier only high enough to see the pipe. “We have an audience,” I told Brooke.

“Always do,” she said. “They all want to be just like the Renegades. Well, until they realize what it costs.”

“What’s that?” King of all the wild things, indeed.

“Time, tears, broken bones, and broken hearts.”

The next set began, and while the others were good—Landon the best, even—none of them held my attention like Paxton. Only Pax made me hold my breath with his tricks and made my pulse pound.

Then one of the CTDs lost his board mid-trick. His arms and legs flailed as gravity pulled him back to the ground. The cracking sound sickened my stomach.

Paxton and Landon ran to the ramp while the staff huddled around the rider. “Who is that?” I asked.

“Not sure,” Brooke said. “But my guess would be that arm is broken.”

A few minutes later, the guy stood, supporting the injured arm, and Paxton walked him off to a nearby waiting ambulance as the others went back to the pipe. “They’re not going to stop?”

Brooke laughed. “None of them would ever have gotten this far if a broken arm stopped them. Hell, Penna had broken both her arms at least three times before our parents stopped trying to talk her out of this career choice.” Her smile faded. “Nothing stops them, even when it should.”

On his way back to the pipe, Paxton paused at the concrete barrier and leaned over.
He’s seen the boys.

All three of the boys stood, but instead of kicking them out, Pax signed their skateboards and took selfies. Warmth bloomed in my chest, tight and freeing all in the same breath.

I ignored it and concentrated on the tricks in front of us until it was time to call it quits, but damn if it didn’t keep coming back every time I watched Paxton.

…

“You’re kidding me, right? This is some kind of bad joke?” I asked as he handed me a harness on the beach of Barcelona later that afternoon.

“It’s your choice,” he assured me, his eyes as blue as the water behind him and just as distracting.
Maybe he could talk with his eyes closed.

“If I say no?”

“Then we take a nice boat ride along the coast.”

“If I say yes?”

“Then we parasail. That’s where the boat pulls the towline and we float up under the parachute.”

“I know what parasailing is,” I snapped. My shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t think this was what you had in mind.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for telling me how you feel. I’d rather know than have you fake it. You asked me to help you get past the fear, right?”

“Sure, when I was drugged,” I mumbled, looking at the sand between my toes. It had been a stupid thought that I could even try to conquer the terror, but I couldn’t afford to pass out every time I was put in a risky situation. But seriously, how many times was I ever going to be put in that position?

Depends. Are you planning on hanging around Paxton much?

“Then let me help you.”

“Maybe we could start with something a little lower first,” I suggested.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Something where my feet stay on the ground?” I smiled.

“That’s not going to help you. I promise this is safe, and there’s already a parachute. And the minute you say you’re done, we come down.”

“We?” I blinked. “You’re not sending me up there alone?”

His forehead puckered. “No. I was going to take you up tandem. I mean, if you want to go solo, I won’t stand in your way.”

“No!” I shouted. “I mean, if we’re doing this, I’d rather have you with me. You seem like you’re pretty handy in these situations.”