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Lev and I continued the party tradition once Ares stopped even showing up at the house. We’ve had our own parties, inviting the hockey team and the rest of our friends, and I always made sure the cabinet was stocked up.

I’m dying to feel Zara’s pussy wrapped around my cock, to hear her not only moan, but scream my name; protection isn’t a problem, but I hesitate.

I might have thoughtabout her many times since the first time we met, and I’m fucking ecstatic that fate made our paths cross again. But the truth is that we barely know each other. She clearly wants me too, but all we’ve shared are a few kisses. This would be our first time together, and I don’t want it to be a quickie against the shower wall. I want to make sure she has funtoo, because I might not know her that well, but I want to change that. I want to be able to take my time to learn what she likes. And I can’t do that out here where there’s the risk of getting caught. This is a private beach, owned by the HOA, that presides over all the houses perched on this hill. So anyone taking a walk on the beach could see us, just like Heather saw us come outside earlier.

As if summoned by my own thoughts, someone’s voice makes us jump.

“Hey, how long does it take to hose off some sand?”

Chapter 12

Proximity

LEV

Chance and Zara are taking forever.

I should probably leave them alone, but I saw the way my best friend was looking at his stepsister-to-be. It’s the same way I’ve been looking at her all morning. I have a feeling Chance is going to make a move on Zara, and when that happens, I need to make sure she knows that he isn’t the only one who wants her.

I know I need to talk to Chance about it. Our friendship is important to me, and I don’t want to put it at risk. At the same time, though, I really want to get closer to Zara. If he wants the same thing, fine, as long as he knows I’m into her too. After that, may the best man win.

“No, I’m telling you. Mayo will make your grilled cheese crispier. You aren’t going to taste it.” Heather argues with Ares.

“Whatever. Then put mayo on yours. I just fucking hate the stuff. Make mine with butter, or don’t bother making me one at all.” He glares at the mayonnaise jar as if it had personally offended him.

Of course Heather doesn’t back down. “I wish you would trust me. You aren’t even going to know that I used mayonnaise.”

Ares rolls his eyes. “Then don’t make me a sandwich. I’ll just have some pastries.”

“But that isn’t enough for lunch. We need some more food and you know my grilled cheese sandwiches won a prize at last year’s county fair. Trust me this once and try a bite. If you taste the mayo, I swear I’ll make you a new sandwich with just butter.” Heather offers.

“Or,” Ares insists. “You could just make me one without mayo right now and save me from gagging on gross mayo.”

I’ve been watching these two argue the same way you watch a tennis match. It’s crazy how Ares might be identical to his late brother, but while Atlas and Heather were like two peas in a pod, he clashes with her about everything.

“I forgot something outside. I’ll be right back.” I mutter, walking outside from the patio door that leads out to the backyard. They don’t even stop arguing to acknowledge me.

This situation with Zara and Chance could equally turn out to be exciting, or a real source of trouble. Competing to hook up with a girl before Chance gets her is one thing when the stakes are low; usually the worst that can happen is a little bruised ego, but it comes with the territory. Zara is different.

I’ve never felt so drawn to someone. The way she acted during the Blue Lightning challenge two years ago is burned into my memory. Every little thing I notice and discover about her tells me that a hookup wouldn’t even start scratching the surface of the attraction I feel for her. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve met so far. She’s smart, wild, and she doesn’t take any shit from anyone. I knew it the second she refused to take Fox back. I don’t just find Zara beautiful, I want to know what makes her tick. Iwant to be the one she grabs and kisses after a thrilling race on the back of my bike.

I shake my head. That won’t be possible. At least not in Star Cove. We aren’t even allowed to own or keep a motorcycle within city limits. When Scott drafted the motorcycle ban legislation, I didn’t think much of it. Ares closed Star Arrows a week after the racetrack incident, and I didn’t have much desire to ride a bike, still reeling from the loss of one of my best friends.

Now I’m not so sure banning all motorcycles makes much sense. Of course, I know better than to voice that opinion in front of the mayor, but it’s not like declaring war on bikes is going to bring Atlas back.

The ban doesn’t change my feelings about Zara, though. Whether she’s on a bike or not, I want to see her wild side again. I want to see the same steely determination in her eyes when she told Fox to fuck off. And I want to kiss her again. I’ve been dying to do it since the moment I saw her come back into our lives yesterday afternoon.

There’s no sign of Chance and Zara as I walk through the backyard, headed toward the beach. Is it possible Zara is still hosing the sand off in the outdoor shower?

The noise of running water is all the answer I need. If I expected to see Chance waiting for her outside the cubicle with a towel, however, I’m surprised when I don’t see my friend.

Or at least, Chance isn’t outside. He’s under the shower and his lips are glued to Zara’s.

I clench my fists. Fucker. He took advantage of the situation and he’s making out with her. I’m a little mad, but mostly I’m pissed at myself for not thinking about it first.

Judging by the soft little moans I hear mixed with the noise of the running water, he’s doing more than just kissing her.

I should probably go. Zara isn’t just here for a weekend this time. She’s here to stay. I just need to bide my time and makemy move. Chance might work fast, but slow and steady wins the race.

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