46. Bellamy

FORTY-SIX

bellamy

Over the past few weeks, living with Drew had become my new normal.

Our after-school ritual consisted of coming back to my empty house and climbing into bed, then lying here, talking before we went to pick my brother up from the bus stop. And the shittiest part about it, it was all about to come to an end.

Drew lay on my chest while I traced circles over her bare back.

We graduated in two days, and I'd ignored that fact for three whole weeks. Because graduation marked the beginning of summer, and every day closer we came to fall was one less I had with her. Come mid-August, she was off to Cornell. Thousands of miles away.

But I didn't want to think about that shit right now.

I kissed over the swell of her chest. Then sucked her nipple into my mouth.

"Insane in the Membrane" blared from my phone, but I kept working my lips down her body. The ringtone cut off, then immediately blasted again. And again. And again.

"You going to get that?" she asked.

"It's just Hendrix."

It rang again. Groaning, I snatched the phone from the nightstand and placed it to my ear. "What do you want, dipshit?"

"What took you so long? You porking Drewbers?"

"If you actually need something, you better stop with the bullshit, or I'm hanging up."

"You were supposed to be over here thirty minutes ago to help us with that Toyota Tony wanted."

"Shit…" I glanced at Drew's naked body. I'd forgotten.

"Shit is right. And while you're so busy hiding your Willie Wonka in Drew's chocolate tube, the Oompa Loompas are fucked. Oompa-Loompa-doompadee-doo. What do you get when you guzzle down jizz, getting your ballbag in a terrible tizz? What are you at getting fuckity fucked? What do you think—"

I hung up. Because as long as I had him on the line, Hendrix would sing every freaking contorted stanza of that song.

Drew fought a laugh. "You know, if he wasn't so insane, I'd actually say he's creative."

"Don't ever say that to him."

If she ever gave him something that halfway resembled a compliment, he'd be strutting around like a peacock with its tail feathers spread.

I snagged my jeans from the floor. "I've gotta go over there for like an hour. You wanna come, or you wanna stay here?"

"I'll come with you. I secretly enjoy Hendrix's weirdness." Drew scooted off the bed, my gaze trained on her ass when she bent over to grab her dress. "And no, I won't tell him that."

Hendrix poked his head up from the hood of the banged-up Toyota. His glare immediately directed to my right at Drew as we crossed the overgrown yard.

"You are a thorn in my side."

I glared at him. He still had a chip on his shoulder over the entire shitshow that went down with his brother's girlfriend. "Chill the hell out, Hendrix. She's not here to steal cars."

The smile that worked over her face resembled the one she'd get before she did something crazy—like ram a Maserati into my car. "Can I steal one with you?"

"No." Adding Drew into the mix would end up in nothing but carnage. That was for damn sure.

She lifted a brow at me. "No?"

Something whistled past us. "See! What is it with women trying to do our guy shit?" He pointed at the open hood. "This is guy stuff." Then he pointed at Drew. "Not rich-girl shit."

"I'm not a rich girl anymore."

"Oh, right. Barbie in her Barbie-pink Porsche is now a millionaire slumdog."

"That was a present from my days of wealth," she said. "I can't sell it, and I can't afford another car, so fuck off."

"You fuck off."

My jaw set. "Hendrix…"

"And I'm pretty sure anyone can steal a car," Drew continued, because God knew she couldn't stop. "Doesn't require a dick. Besides, not like I want to actually steal it." She rolled her eyes. "Just go for a joyride."

Hendrix scoffed as I rounded the hood to grab a socket wrench. "A joyride, Bell. She said a joyride! Freaking joyride," he mumbled, yanking at the spark plugs. "You already had a joyride on his dick today and made him late. That's all you get, Drewbers."

A screwdriver flew past his head. "Changed my mind, Bellamy. He's annoying as all hell."

Hendrix thumbed back at her. "Are you gonna stand for this? She threw a blunt object at me. And she's already given me one head injury when she Hulk threw me off her other car."

Shaking my head, I went to work on the engine. I couldn't deal with the two of them.

"I will never get all pussy whipped like you and Zepp." He fiddled with the plugs. "It's shameful. Like, you should have every player stripe you ever earned ripped right off your pimp suit."

Drew leaned against the side of the car, glaring at him. "Well, in your case, you must look like a damn zebra. A chlamydia-riddled zebra."

Hendrix pushed up from the engine, wiping grease over his shirt. "So you think STDs are a laughing matter, Drew?"

"You are such a drama queen."

His brow lifted. "And you're a stealer of joy."

"Not Bellamy's ‘joy.'"

I rounded the corner, taking Drew by the shoulders. "Please, for the love of God, just stop talking to him. The longer you engage, the longer this takes."

The back door banged shut, and Wolf crossed the yard.

"What's up his asshole?" he asked, nodding to Hendrix, who was still standing by the front bumper, arms crossed while he glared at Drew.

"Man, just don't ask," I said. "Come help me get this shit fixed up." I started to the car, but Drew grabbed my hand and yanked me back a step.

"You know," she trailed a finger down my stomach on a seductive grin, "if you take me to steal a car, it would really turn me on." The path of her finger moved lower, sweeping over my crotch. "I'd probably feel the urge to suck your dick while you're driving it."

Hendrix popped over the hood like a prairie dog, his finger-pointing. "That's some Medusa shit right there."

I glanced at Drew's bottom lip, gripped between her teeth. The thought of getting road head from her while I drove a stolen car down a deserted highway should not have turned me on as much as it did. "You gonna swallow?" I asked, grabbing her hips and yanking her tight against my body.

"Don't I always?" She smiled and kissed me, nipping at my lip. This girl.

"Deal."

"What?" A loud bang came from the hood when Hendrix slammed it shut. "You traitorous whore!"

"Come on, Hendrix," Wolf chuckled. "She promised him head."

"And that's an illegal move. If I had a flag right now, I'd throw it."

I rounded the car and opened the driver's side door. "Stop sulking, Hendrix."

Wolf sidled up beside me, pulling the dipstick from the oil carrier. "Tony said to drop this one off around ten." He shoved the stick back in. "Figured we could go pick up that old Mustang around midnight?"

"Yeah. That works."

A few hours later, Wolf's headlights shined over a brown Mustang parked in a vacant lot by the river.

"I think whoever owned it died," Wolf said. "It's been here for weeks."

And from the grass growing over the wheel wells, it was a likely story.

He continued driving down the dirt road, finally parking behind a tackle shop.

Drew hopped out, and I grabbed my bag before stepping into the muggy Alabama heat that enveloped me like a prickly blanket.

"You're stealing that, " Drew asked, nodding toward the absolute piece of shit Wolf was approaching.

I shined my flashlight through the window, groaning at the grass growing from the seats.

The car looked like it hadn't been driven in years, which meant everything was most likely screwed. "Yeah," I said. "Wolf, man. Tony wanted this?"

"Yep. Gave me the directions and everything."

"God, this is gonna be a shitshow."

We got to work.

I popped the locks and climbed behind the wheel, unable to get the thing to start once I pulled off the steering column. "It's not gonna start."

Wolf walked to the middle of the dirt road, looking both ways before striding back. "I mean, this place is deserted. And Tony is giving us five grand for it. We've got time."

"Five grand? Shit." That was double what he usually gave. Then again, it was a 1979 mustang, and while it was in shit condition, someone could restore it and make it worth a damn sight more than that.

Drew rested her chin on my shoulder as I worked with the dangling wires. "Aren't you supposed to steal a working car?"

"You aren't supposed to steal any car…"

Her fingers played over the back of my neck. "It's kinda hot, though, seeing you get all dirty doing guy shit."

It took over an hour to get the damn thing running, but once we did, that engine purred like an angry jungle cat.

Drew attempted to pull weeds from the seat before she sat down. "This is far less exciting than I thought it would be."

"You want exciting?" I revved the engine before fishtailing out of the overgrown lot. The car swerved across the gravel road, catching air when it hit an embankment. "Better?"

"Oh, yeah."

She reached for my belt, then pulled me out, and my foot pressed harder over the accelerator. Her warm lips wrapped around my dick, and I had to fight to not close my eyes.

"Shit, baby girl." I reached around her to shift the gear, swerving around Wolf's pickup and bypassing him.

I dropped the gear down a notch and waved, pointing at Drew's bobbing head before I sped off.

Something about the speed of the car, the headlights cutting across the dark road, the adrenaline spinning through me at the possibility of getting caught in a stolen car—it did it for me.

It wasn't two miles down the road, I had my hand gripping the back of Drew's head, the other arm stiff against the wheel and my legs stretched out, the speedometer at one-thirty, and the fire of the best orgasm of my life tearing through me at warp speed.

Drew pushed up, wiping the corners of her mouth on a smile before she fell back into her seat. "Next time, I'll let you fuck me on the hood…"

That's when I knew I was in love.

God, I was screwed.