Page 57 of Crash Course Omega
“Oh, come on, sweetheart, don't be like that. We could just tell everyone we're scent matches and make life a whole lot easier for us.”
I shake my head. Because how will he react if he finds out I matched with Maddock and Everest as well? And how are Jaxx and Everest going to be when I talk to them about it? I don’t want them to find out in a way that could hurt any of them.
The matches happened too quickly, and the races came so fast that I haven’t stopped to really think about what it will mean to bond with all three of them and form a pack. If any of them wanted it? Or if I could even handle it.
“I'm not taking that kind of risk. Especially when you're so close to the finals,” I say.
“It could improve everything by one hundred percent.” He grins.
Not if I know Maddock, it won’t.
I’m so soft and easy that I stopped thinking of consequences as soon as he knelt for me. But it’s time for reality to hit, and time to be honest.
I spray the last of the bottle around us, knowing from experience that it won’t make a difference. I’ll tell my bodyguards to give Jaxx the extra bottle from the car my other bodyguard parked up after I'd made a run for it.
“Promise you'll wait at least five minutes,” I say.
“You have my word,” he replies as he steals one last kiss, pulling my suit up to my waist, and whispering against my lips.
“See you around, sweetheart,” he says, echoing my words from the last time we met.
Maddock
I grit my teeth as I soar down the track in second place.
I never want to hear another fucking word from Jaxx Sands. Not one. Ever.
Because the asshole has been walking around all weekend with a shit-eating grin that makes me want to lay my fist into his face. Again.
And now he’s speeding along in front of me, and we’re barely missing each other on each turn and straight.
Something is going on, but I can’t figure out why he’s driving like this. Maybe because it’s his home race? But we did Texas last year, and he still drove normally.
Because of my sheer fucking rage and his assholery, we are three seconds ahead of the pack, both on good tires, and close enough to the finish line to get ourselves over with a clean run.
On the fifty-fifth lap with everything to lose, we have to be fucking careful. I need to keep away from him when he’s driving like that.
Normally, I’m the one who gets pulled up for reckless driving. I can just imagine what Jacob is shouting at Jaxx's engineer to keep him in line.
As we speed under the lights, signaling the last lap, I see it again. Just like I did every single lap, and before when we were on the grid, and in the fucking garage.
That shock of ginger hair that has been driving me insane since I saw her again in Vegas.
And I can’t tell who she was cheering on, because Jaxx has been all over her for days since they both vanished after her first drive.
I try to not let the stab of hurt get to me. But if I have to watch as she falls in love with Jaxx and I get pushed to the sidelines without a thought, I don’t know how I’m going to manage.
I just have to focus on the race. The faster the race is over, the quicker I can get to her and ask her what the hell is going on with us. If there even is an us anymore. And find out if Jaxx is her future.
Maybe I never even had another chance, and the way she perfumed for me when we were alone together was just a mistake.
I groan as I chew through the gears to pick up speed.
“What is it?” Jacob asks in my ear, and I can’t roll my eyes because the both of us are hitting the first sharp corner.
“Nothing, just enjoying the race,” I say in the grumpiest voice I’ve heard all day.
“Just keep yourself focused. You guys are killing it. You’re 5.2 ahead of P3.”
