Page 36 of Pedal to the Metal
“Is there something going on between you and Kicks? I ask Tink. She snaps her head to me.
“No,” she answers a little too quickly. “Why would you think that?”
“Oh, no reason.” I smile at her. “It would be totally fine if there was though.”
I see her visibly relax. I shake my head, still smiling. I seek out Raze in the crowd again and see Trix walking toward him. My smile fades instantly.
“That bitch has been trying to sink her nasty claws in Raze since he was patched in,” Tink tells me. Raze must have seen her coming because he turns his back to her. He’s facing my direction even more now. His eyes lock on mine and light up.
“Let’s go,” I say to Tink as I stand up and start walking toward Raze. He smiles at me as I get closer.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He reaches out and pulls me into his side. I fit so perfect right up against him. “Hey, Tink. Everything goin' okay?”
“Everything’s just peachy,” Tink responds to Raze. She’s glaring daggers at Trix as she walks by, while I just give her a sweet as pie smile.
“Is someone getting a little territorial?” Raze whispers in my ear. I can hear a smile in his tone.
I grin and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He laughs and Hollywood and Saint both give us questioning looks. I look at Tink and see she’s fuming. I look in the direction she’s looking. Trix is all over Kicks, and he seems to be enjoying it. Clutch walks up at that moment, stopping next to Tink.
He leans into her slightly. “Ignore him. It’s not worth your energy.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Her voice isn’t her normal, cheery voice. She’s definitely hurt and this makes me want to give Kicks a piece of my mind.
“It’s their issue to work out, Kitty. I know you care about them both, but they need to work it out on their own,” Raze says in my ear. It’s like he had been reading my mind and knew exactly what I was about to do.
“I think I’m going to go hang out inside for a bit,” Tink says sadly.
“Would you like some company?” Clutch asks her.
Tink shrugs. “Sure. Why not?”
They head inside and Saint, Hollywood, Raze, and I all find a place for us to sit. Before I can sit in my own chair, Raze pulls me onto his lap. Saint and Hollywood start talking about next weekend’s potential fights. Raze starts kissing on my neck and I lose all focus. I sigh, and then feel him laugh against my neck.
“Why don’t y’all go get a room?” Hollywood teases.
“Fuck off, Hollywood,” Razes shoots out. Hollywood and Saint laugh. I turn sideways in Razes lap so that my back is toward the guys. The ache between my legs growing by the second.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper, wiggling my ass against his lap. “We can go up to the house.”
He puts a hand on my hip and one on my thigh, stopping my movement. “You sure?”
I nod at him. He stands up holding me and gently sets me on my feet. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and we start to leave. Saint and Hollywood are making comments, and Raze flips them off as we walk away.
