Creed has been beating himself upfor the hateful way he reacted to Bronx after anintoxicated kiss. However, it stirred something in him that should be broughtto light. Creed must visit the raceway and stake his claim on not only thewinnings but on the man he’s come to desire.
Bronx hasbeen keeping his love a secret for three long years. The slip up kiss bears thesame resemblance to the incident that caused him to lose his old best friend inNew York. Will facing each otherbe a simple delivery of apologies or will they finally admit and succumb totheir desires?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as itcontains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may beconsidered offensive to some readers.
Theslamming of the house’s front door brought Creed’s head out from under hisCamaro’s hood. Since he’d moved into the guest house over the garage, he wasused to his aunt finding him to fix a leak or burn some trash. However,determined steps crunched the pebbles outside and he knew instantly it wasn’this aunt. Nope, his bitchy sixteen-year-old cousin looked as if she was aboutto make her weekly round. Here we go again. He was already shaking his headbefore she even walked inside the garage. Judging by the color of the sky, itmust’ve been close to . She had been on the same routine for the past four Saturdays. Cassiewas going to ream him for not going to the dragway. Since Sparco’s Raceway satclear on the other side of town, his aunt didn’t trust Cassie to go alone.Since he was an adult, albeit a semi-responsible one, Aunt Georgia said Cassiecould go so long as he did.
Well,he wasn’t going.
Creedhadn’t been to the dragway in a month and Cassie was fit to be tied. He heardthe clap-slap of flip-flops against her feet and when they stopped suddenly, heknew she was right behind him. He could feel her lurking like some insane,hormonal teen.
“Thisis bullshit, Creed.” He cringed when he heard her gum pop. “Beckysays Gunther is starting to eye Jessica in my absence. Can we please gotonight, please?” God, the begging had been the worst of it all.
Wipingthe smut off his hands he turned and noted she’d gotten dressed in hopes he’dgo race. He was ten years her senior, so she was more like a younger sistersince he’d been raised by her mother over half his life. He’d really stepped upto take on the man role when Uncle Herman died six years ago. He’d even keptthe auto parts shop operational but didn’t know he’d have to play thefather/brother role and teach Cassie how to grow up. He knew exactly what thisboy Gunther had on his mind when he looked at her. However, telling her anydifferent would only cause more rebellious tendencies.
Cassiecame only to his chest and her blonde hair was twisted up in some clippiething. She gave him the sad puppy-dog eyes and even quivered her bottom lip ineffect to win him over.
“No.I need a break from racing. It’s becoming too much.”
“Yeah,uh-huh, and that’s why every Saturday night you tinker around in here as ifpreparing to go, yet you don’t.” She looked at the empty carport besidehis Camaro: it had once been occupied on Saturdays as well. His best friendwould prep his vehicle for the races right beside him. Now, the vacant spacestayed empty and cold, just as he felt. “God, what happened between youand Bronx?”
Creedcrinkled his nose. “Nothing.” Which was untrue, he’d fucked up royallyand he didn’t know how to set things right or even if they could be set right.A mere apology didn’t compare to the words he’d screamed at Bronxas he watched him leave a month ago.
Cassierolled her eyes. “Right and when I saw him at Jimmy’s Corner Store theother day he avoided me like the plague.” She chewed her bottom lip, herlook pensive. “He looked really upset.”
Creedtossed the dirty rag on the ground and slammed the car hood down. Cassieflinched and backed up when he took a menacing step closer to her. “Hefucking should be. Three years… you think you know someone and they pull someshit that changes things.”
“Whatdo you mean? What happened?”
“Forgetit.” Creed moved to the worktable and tossed his tools back in the box,clanging them loud enough in hopes the noise would drown out anymore ofCassie’s probing questions. He didn’t fucking want to answer anything having todo with Bronx or why they were fighting. He didn’t want to explainhis disappearance to their friends and feel like even more of a douche. Most ofall, he didn’t what to face the aftermath with Bronx.How could he apologize for how he acted and what he said? Bronxhad rattled their friendship with an unexpected kiss. However, that wasn’t whatfreaked him out. He’d snapped because he enjoyed it and wanted Bronxin a way he’d never before.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A rocker by heart,Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir upthe phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise that she enjoyswriting and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story.Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull momentin the house. As a native Texan, she doesn’t personally own a horse but followsthe unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testingthe emotional capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog groomer.