“I need to clean up,” she panted, shaking her head when I scowled. “I’m not sitting in your fucking cum tonight, Stone. At home I can handle that, but not here. It feels gross.”
“You’re no fun,” I grumbled, but I gave her a kiss to let her know I was teasing.
We stepped out of the shadows to find Cruz leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes scanning our surroundings for trouble. Penn’s stalker might have been dead, but that didn’t mean something else wouldn’t go wrong.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I walked up to him, Penn giving him a kiss on the cheek on her way into the bathroom, and he gave me a dirty look.
“You need to keep a lookout, man. I know she’s fucking irresistible, but—”
“You’re the one who keeps fucking her on the side of the road with no one to keep an eye out, so don’t scold me, asshole,” I snorted, both of us standing by the door to wait for Penn.
“You guys are usually watching us on the trackers and cameras. Out here, you’ve got nothing,” he pointed out.
Penn emerged after a minute and we walked back towards the track, and Zavier took one look at her before looking at me flatly. “Really? Here?”
“Sorry, your fake sister’s hot, man,” I said sarcastically, and he flipped me the bird. Penn snapped at us not to fight before stomping away like the brat that she was, but I didn’t chase after her. She was heading straight for Beckett and Jett, so I knew they’d keep her safe.
“How the fuck did we end up with a Kingslake princess?” Cruz mumbled under his breath, and I gave him an amused look.
“Because you stole her right out of her bedroom, idiot.”
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he grinned, nudging my shoulder with his as we watched Maddox race Reid. “Admit it, you liked her when I first brought her home, and that’s why you pretended you didn’t like her. You hate feelings.”
“Stop while you’re ahead, asshole.”
“You two would’ve hate-fucked so hard,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “I bet your hate-fuck would’ve given Knox’s a run for it’s money. You’ve got a temper, you know?”
“I’m aware. You’re going to witness it soon if you don’t shut the fuck up,” I replied dryly, my eyes sliding to Penn to check that she was still there. She was watching the race, too, but she sensed my gaze and turned her head, those goddamn butterflies taking flight in my stomach again as she gave me a smile, blowing me a kiss.
I didn’t even think before I put my hand up to catch it before blowing one back, and Cruz patted my shoulder with a laugh. “You’re so fucking mushy, I love it.”
From the way Beckett was smirking at me, too, she was thinking the exact same thing.
“Eat shit. Go play on the track or something,” I growled, leaving him laughing behind me as I walked away. Knox seemed amused as I approached, so that dickbag probably witnessed it, too, but he didn’t say anything as I leaned on the fence beside him and Drake.
“Maddox said they’re heading to Devil’s Dungeon after this for some drinks. You want to go?” he asked, Drake giving me a pleading look.
“I want to dance with Penn. Please? I’ll be good!”
“Doubtful,” I scoffed, but I knew Penn would want to go, so there was no point in arguing. “But fine. Only because I guarantee Beckett’s already told Penn about it, and then I’ll look like an ass if I say no.”
“Aw, look at all that personal growth,” Knox joked, laughing as I smacked my fist into his shoulder, turning back to the race just in time to see Maddox speed across the finish line ahead of Reid by a second.
“Ugh, she’s so fucking hot,” Drake groaned, and I went to smack him up the back of the head for whoever he was checking out, but when I turned, I found him staring at Penn as she walked in our direction, her hand in Cruz’s as Jett talked their ears off.
I couldn’t help but watch her, knowing I’d jump in front of a hundred bullets if it meant keeping her safe, and for the first time in my entire life, I knew exactly what my future held.
I was going to marry that girl one day alongside my brothers like it was always supposed to be.
Penelope Whitlock wasn’t a Kingslake princess, I knew that now.
She was a brat, our future wife, and a fucking Night Thief.
A damn good one at that.
The End.
