Page 31 of Need for Speed (The Elite 2)

I leaned a little closer to Panther, and he arched a brow.

“Answer the question, Panther.”

Panther’s eyes lowered to my mouth, and when I licked along my lower lip, he shifted on his seat.

“And if I don’t?”

“If you don’t, I’m going to pretend I didn’t understand your not-so-subtle invitation that you’d like me to spend the night—and leave.”

Panther scoffed, stretched out on the chaise, and placed his hands behind his head.

Then he glanced at me and said in a low voice, “You’re really going to give up the opportunity to have all this under you?”

Jesus. It seemed Panther’s newfound confidence extended to all aspects of his life, and I had to say, I didn’t have one problem with that.

Shoving to my feet, I turned my back, blocking both myself and Panther from the rest of the crew as I tossed my Aviators on the chaise I’d just vacated. Then I allowed myself the opportunity to give Panther’s body the once-over it deserved.

“Answer the question,” I said again, and this time it was Panther who licked his lips.

“What’s my type?”

Fucker was enjoying teasing me a little too much. I’d make him pay for that later.

“Hmm…” Panther eyed me as though trying to decide where to start first. “My type is tall, cocky, reckless as all hell, and has a tattoo on the back of his thigh that’s been making my dick hard since he walked out here in his shorts this afternoon.”

Okay, shit, I hadn’t expected him to be that blunt.

“Feel like turning around so I can take another look?”

I looked down to my very visible erection and then back to him. “Unless you want to start explaining why I suddenly have a hard-on to everyone here, you need to give me that towel behind you.”

Panther sat up and glanced at it before grinning. “You mean that one?”

“Panther…”

“I should make you come get it.”

“And I should make you come and have to explain it to everyone standing on the opposite side of the pool.”

Panther chuckled and twisted to grab the towel behind him. “Okay, you win. But I answered, so…”

I held the towel in front of me and eyed him. “So according to you, that means I get all of that under me later.”

Panther raised his beer and took a swig. “If you’re lucky.”

As I backed away from him, I grinned. “Don’t you know by now? I’m the luckiest motherfucker around.”

23 Panther

“HEY, PANTHER? YOU gonna get your lazy ass up sometime soon? We need another body for volleyball, and you’re the only one left!”

I opened my eyes just in time to see Houdini lobbing the volleyball in my direction. Catching it before it hit me square in the nose, I sat up on the chaise lounge where I’d taken a quick power nap, to find the guys had erected the pool volleyball net and were all wading in the water on either side.

At one end, Alphabet, Phantom, Utah, and Solo were talking amongst themselves, and at the other Gucci, Whiplash, and Houdini were all looking in my direction like I was holding up the final game at the Olympics.

“Hey, don’t be too harsh on him. Maybe the Panther needed a little shuteye to recuperate from this week,” Utah piped up. “You know, since he’s still recovering and all.”

I tensed at the reminder of my accident, but Solo was slapping the water by Utah’s face, spraying him in his shit-talking mouth. I could’ve kissed him for that, but considering the audience we still had, I made a mental note to thank him later.

Getting to my feet, I tossed the ball in the air and then caught it in hand as I sauntered over to the steps of the pool and took the first few down.

As the water lapped around my thighs, Utah flipped Solo off. “It was just a joke. Fuck you, man.”

When Solo lunged forward and it looked like he was about to come to blows with one of his teammates, I called up the pool, “You think I need recovery time, Utah?” And before he could respond, I pegged the ball in his direction, landing it smack in front of him, again spraying his face with water.

Houdini let out a bark of laughter and looked at me. “Nice shot, but your aim’s a little off if you wanted to hit his piehole.”

My aim was spot-on. Utah wiped the water from his eyes. As satisfying as it might’ve been to knock the dumbass out, that wasn’t really my way.

“All right, boys,” Whiplash said as she moved into position by the net, directly in front of me. “Now that we know whose cock is the biggest—”

“Mine, right?” Solo called out from his position on the opposite side of the net.

“I was actually thinking mine,” she said.

Houdini kicked off the side of the pool and glided over to her. “I don’t know, Whiplash. I don’t think you got a good enough look at my equipment to make that kind of judgment.”

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