Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(9)

Need exploded through me as I pressed my lips to hers. I tasted her gasp and for a moment, her tongue tangled with mine. Kissing her was the best goddamn intoxicant on the planet, and I needed more.

So. Much. More.

“Stop it,” she growled and shoved. This time, I didn’t entirely block the knee to my groin. Granted, it impacted more on my thigh. She scowled up at me. “Get the fuck away from me, Lachlan.”

Holy shit, hearing her say my name was almost as good as kissing her.

“C’mon, Ace, it’s been months…”

“Right.” She glared. It was hard to hear her over the music, but I wasn’t letting her go or getting separated even as she tried to get away in the crowd. “Not long enough.”

She was pissed.

“Look, we didn’t know you didn’t know…”

At my words, she whirled around. “No? You were just absolute total dickwads to me for no fucking reason whatsoever?”

I shrugged. “Us being brothers has nothing to do with that.”

Surprise flickered over her face. “Wait—you think I’m mad 'cause you’re brothers?”

“You were pretty damn angry.” I was there. Her stare wasn’t friendly, but she wasn’t running anymore. I invaded her space a little more. “C’mon, Ace. Tell me you missed me…”

“Fuck, no,” she almost spit the words. “If I never saw you again, it would be too soon.”

Nope. Not the answer I wanted.

I caught her arm and pulled her to me. My mouth crashed into hers and there was no mistaking the heat as she met my kiss with one of her own. Her teeth scraped over my lower lip, then her tongue twined with mine. The raging need in my system was downright fucking painful.

A light flashed next to us, then another and I jerked my head up to see a couple of cameras pointed right at us. They were snapping pictures. I scowled at them, and then pain exploded across my cheek as Ace slapped me. It rocked my head to the side and I jerked my gaze back to her.

Pure fury radiated off of her and she jerked her arm away as phone cameras popped out.

“Holy shit, it’s her!”

“Oh, hey, baby,” a guy said as he moved up behind her. “Looking for a good time…”

She shoved away from me and it collided her into that bag of dicks. She was already twisting away from him when I slammed my fist into his face. He went down, but she was heading for the stairs.

One of his friends tried to get in my way and I took him out with a fast uppercut, then down the steps. I could see her blue hair below as she weaved through the people coming up the stairs.

More phones were out. More cameras.

Shit.

She was gonna get mobbed.

Goddammit.

On the ground floor, I had to fight my way to the front. She was out the doors. By the time I got through the insanity, she was climbing into the driver’s seat of a car. The tires squealed as she pulled away.

There was more press out here. Lights flickered everywhere.

“Keys,” I said to the valet. He handed them over and I gave him another fifty. I was barely behind the wheel when her taillights vanished up the road with two or three other cars following and a motorcycle.

I blasted the horn to get the assholes in front of me a warning before I floored it. She wasn’t getting away from me and she sure as hell wasn’t going to have to deal with that press by herself.

Despite her erratic driving, I managed to catch up. The fucking asshole on the motorcycle was still trying to snap a picture.

She jerked her car at the last minute and turned around a corner while doing forty-five. She even took it up on two wheels and then down again. The Mercedes followed the curve like a predator on the heels of his prey.

The motorcycle stuck with her, but she’d lost two of the cars. There was still another car between us. C’mon Ace, I tried to urge her. Pull over…

She went around another corner and then right over the curb and down the hill. Metal crunch and glass shattered.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.





Four





KC


Douchebag Three was here. Not just in Los Angeles but at the club I was dancing in. He was here and he had his hands on me. The shock held me captive for too long. He had time to tug my cap off and then pull it away. The clip holding my hair up popped free and it spilled around me.

Dammit.

It took almost no time before someone noticed me. The hair, as much as I loved it, was too distinctive. I had to get out of here. The whole point of dancing like this was the anonymity. I could get out, cut loose and burn off all the restlessness.

It was so much harder at home. Harder than I expected. Especially…

I pushed against him. No more damn kisses. No more Ace. No more Lachlan. Just no damn more.

Then he said... wait… what? “Wait—you think I’m mad ‘cause you’re brothers?”

No, that hadn’t been my favorite moment, but was he high? The noise level around us climbed, but not so much I didn’t catch the first, “Holy shit, it’s her!”

“Oh, hey, baby…”

I thrust away from Lachlan and collided with the guy trying to grope me. Lachlan was already swinging, and I ducked away from that fight and hauled ass. I was looking for Dix all the way down the stairs.