Page 75 of Ride or Die
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
ACCIDENT
LAYLA
Now that we are back at school and back to business, we have one semester to finish before graduation. The day after, we are leaving, and it can’t come soon enough. I’m so over this place, ready to start a new life with Colt.
Class is over for the day, so we are at the library preparing for a marketing project when Jeff approaches, sitting across from us. He’s another one of the guys who races and steals for this Williams character.
Colt doesn’t speak highly of him. Says he’s another one of the rich kids who wants to be like the people from The Shores. His parents are paying for his education, setting him up for a good life, and he wants to be a punk working for Williams. What an idiot.
Meanwhile, they don’t seem to see us clawing to get the fuck out of there. We have no respect for those types.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Colt looks at him, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Hey. So, you going to the race tonight?” Jeff whispers loudly.
Colt sighs, running his hand through his messy hair. “Not here, man. But, no. I got business to take care of.”
My head whips in Colt’s direction. He didn’t tell me this yet. He glances at me and back to Jeff.
“Listen, can we talk about this later?” he asks, visibly annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah, back at the garage. Listen, tell Williams I want some more responsibility. Okay?”
Colt snorts. “Like I said, not right now. Anyway, can you fuck off?” he says, his tone hard.
“Yeah, sorry man.” Jeff gets up, returning to the table he was working at.
“I hate these fucks when they approach me at times like this. At my house all the time, and now is when you ask? In public,” he mumbles to himself, ranting under his breath before finally making eye contact with me. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
I shrug, playing it off like I don’t care. “We agreed I didn’t want to know about your jobs, Colt.” He watches me cautiously for a moment as I go back to finishing up some notes and then take the books back to the shelf.
We pack up our stuff and walk hand in hand to the car. Amazingly, it’s been a few months and people still can’t help but stare at us. The bad boy and the good girl, a couple. Get over it.
I’m not as good as I was before, that’s for sure. The Shores’ influences are slowly pulling me in. Funny how I wouldn’t have had to do any of this shit if it weren’t for these twisted fucks dragging my ass into it all because we're dating. But they couldn’t just leave us be.
On the drive home, I watch the city scenery pass by. We haven’t said a word since we got in the car, a tense air hanging between us since the library.
I’m annoyed that we’re in this position and he knows it. But we still don’t speak for the entire ride. I know it’s only a few morejobs, but I get so antsy knowing he’s going. Always worried about what could go wrong. He doesn’t need the money, but this guy won't let him off the hook until some stupid contract is up. It’s maddening.
I know I can’t exactly get mad at him when I know what he does. I think I get more upset that he’s out there risking so much. I love him and I know there’s so much more to him than this shit, so of course I worry about him.
When we get back to his place, I head straight up to his room to change and continue studying. Evidently, alone.
Colt walks in behind me and closes the door. He just stands there, and I can feel him staring at me. As upset as I am, the feel of his gaze burning my skin always sends a rush of heat through me.
Standing in front of the dresser, I remove my jeans and shirt. Colt comes up behind me, gently running his fingers down my naked arms, and places his face in the crook of my neck, kissing me softly.
“I'm really sorry, baby. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” his deep voice makes me shiver, the brush of his lips against my skin creating goosebumps down one side of my body.
Even though I want to ignore him, I’ve instantly become overrun with lust from his scent and touch. He knows the effect he has on me as he peppers gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder.
His hands creep around my stomach and slowly descend to my core. He makes a V shape with both of his hands on the outside of my panties, gently caressing me up and down. He’s teasing me. Prepping me. My pussy is throbbing under his touch.
“Does this help?” he rasps, his lustful eyes making contact with mine in the wall mirror behind the dresser.
