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  Adrenaline

  Copyright © 2016 Kelly Elliott

  Published by K. Elliott Enterprises, INC.

  Visit my website at www.kellyelliottauthor.com

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  Sara Eirew Photography and Design

  Editing:

  Nichole Strauss with Perfectly Publishable

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  ISBN # 978–1-943633–02–9

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Adrenaline

  Books by Kelly Elliott

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Chapter Thirty-seven

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-one

  Chapter Forty-two

  Chapter Forty-three

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Playlist

  SPEED

  Ignite

  Adrenaline

  WANTED SERIES

  Wanted

  Saved

  Faithful

  Believe

  Cherished

  A Forever Love

  Wanted Short Stories

  THE BROKEN SERIES

  Broken

  Broken Dreams

  Broken Promises

  JOURNEY OF LOVE SERIES

  LOVE WANTED IN TEXAS SERIES

  Without You

  Saving You

  Holding You

  Finding You

  Chasing You

  STANDALONES

  The Journey Home

  Who We Were

  JOINT PROJECTS

  Predestined Hearts

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  For my husband, Darrin, who gave me the idea to write a story about a NASCAR driver and helped me so much along the way.

  I love you more.

  SIRENS AND RED LIGHTS SURROUNDED me as I sat on the ground holding Casey in my arms. I looked at all the blood on her cheerleading uniform and cried out.

  “This is not happening. Casey, please don’t leave me! Baby, please don’t do this to me. I’m so sorry!” I shouted as a paramedic rushed over to me.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked up and begged God not to take her from me.

  “Sir, you have to let her go. Sir! You have to let her go now!”

  Reluctantly, I let go as I watched them perform CPR on the only girl I’d ever cared for . . . ever loved.

  “I can’t find a pulse!”

  Burying my face in my hands, I felt my entire world come crashing down on me.

  Nothing would ever be the same if I lost her.

  Nothing.

  Nine years earlier

  I stood and looked up at him as I asked, “Why are you leaving me here, Daddy? I don’t want to stay here.” My eyes looked everywhere as my tummy ached.

  “Look at me, Paislie.” His eyes were dark and cold, like when he was angry with me. “Don’t cry, Paislie Lynn Pruitt. Pruitt’s don’t cry. You’re almost nine years old, for Christ’s sake.”

  My lips trembled as I fought to hold my tears back.

  “Will you come back for me?” I asked.

  He slowly shook his head. “No. I’m not coming back.”

  Taking a step back, he turned and walked away . . . leaving me all alone. The nun walked up and wrapped her arm around me. Bending down, she gave me a warm smile. I liked her right away. She looked like Momma. “Paislie, my name is Sister Elizabeth. Come with me and we’ll get you settled in.”

  She guided me up the stairs as I lifted my head and read the sign, Saint Patrick’s Orphanage.

  Lifting my hand, I quickly wiped away my tear before Sister Elizabeth saw it.

  I PULLED BLACK JACK TO a stop as I looked out over the hill country. There was nothing like being back at home in Texas and on the ranch. No early morning strategizing meetings with Dalton. No pressure from the sponsors to be on my a-game. Nothing to worry about at all.

  Just nature.

  Pulling on the reigns, I turned Black Jack and headed back to the house. She’d be here soon and I still needed to take a shower. “Let’s go, boy,” I shouted as I gave Jack a bit of pressure to get him into a run.

  Twenty minutes later and hot water was running over my body.

  My hands were leaning against the travertine wall as I hung my head with my eyes closed.

  “If that is not the best damn site I’ve seen in a while.”

  With a grin, I smiled as I felt her hands move across my wet body. “Did you miss me?” she whispered against my skin as she slowly moved her lips down my chest.

  “Always, Ash.”

  With a snicker she took me in her mouth as my body jumped. My hands laced in her hair while I fucked her mouth. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come and soon I was spilling into her mouth.

  Opening my eyes, I watched her wipe the cum from her mouth as she stood up with a frown, wrapping her hand around my still-hard dick. “Well damn, Malcolm. You could have at least fucked me first.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “You’re the one who went down on me, and it’s been a while since I’ve had that beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock, baby.”

  Ashley rolled her eyes before inhaling a deep breath and blowing it out. “I’m going to go lay naked in your bed and wait for you.” She raised an eyebrow and said, “Don’t make me wait long or I’ll get myself off.”

  And just like that, she was out of the shower and gone. I shook my head and quickly soaped up. That was one thing I liked about Ashley. She knew what she wanted, and what she usually wanted was a good, hard fucking. No games, no hugging afterward. Just sex.

  I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as I grabbed another towel and dried off my hair.

  Taking a look in the mirror, I cursed when I saw the damn hickey on my chest that
was left after my fling the other night.

  “Fucking hell,” I barely spoke. This is why I don’t fuck college girls. I couldn’t resist the beautiful blonde two nights ago though. It was my first night back in Texas and out with the boys. She eye fucked me the second I walked into the bar. An hour later we were in the bathroom and she was calling out the wrong damn name as I fucked her from behind.

  I pushed out a frustrated sigh and headed into my bedroom where one very sexy woman waited naked on my bed. Pulling the towel from my waist, I crawled onto the bed and pressed my lips against her neck. Her hands grabbed onto my arms as she moaned.

  “Condom,” I panted as I reached over to the side table and grabbed one. Ripping the condom open with my teeth, I quickly sheathed my cock.

  “I want on top,” Ashley commanded.

  Flipping her over, I smacked her ass as she yelped. “You got your way earlier; it’s my turn to get mine.”

  Peeking over her shoulder, she smirked. “I want to finish you off on top.”

  “Deal,” I said as I pushed into her. Once I got my fill of her from behind, I pulled out and let her take over.

  Ashley liked it fast and hard, but tonight, I wanted it to last a little longer and I wasn’t sure why.

  “Slow down, Ash. I want to actually enjoy the feel of you.”

  Her hands were on her breasts as she dropped her head and smiled. “Can’t . . . go . . . slow. Have a date.”

  Grabbing her hips, I stopped her movement. “What? A date? You’re dating someone?”

  Ashley shrugged her shoulders. “Not exclusively, we’ve gone out a few times. I have a phone date with him.” She wiggled her eyebrows as my mouth dropped open.

  “You whore!”

  With a dry laugh, she began grinding on me as she raised a knowing eyebrow. “When was the last time you fucked a girl besides me?”

  Without missing a beat, I replied, “Two nights ago.”

  “So why am I whore, but in your mind you’re a stud?”

  Shaking my head, I pushed my hips up, causing her to suck in a breath as she fucked me again.

  She dropped her head and said, “Okay, you’re a stud!”

  I could feel her pussy getting tight. “Fucking hell, Ashley, I’m about to come.”

  “Not yet . . . oh God. Malcolm! Now!”

  Her body trembled as her orgasm hit at the same moment I exploded into the condom.

  She dropped to my chest as we both fought for air. Our bodies slowly came down from the euphoria.

  “God, I love fucking you,” Ashley panted out. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed herself up. “I swear to God, if you’ve ruined it for me with other men I’m going to kill you.”

  With a smirk and a wink, I replied, “I’m afraid once you’ve had a taste of the best, the rest will be a disappointment.”

  Rolling her eyes, she crawled off me and walked her naked ass back into my bathroom. As much as I enjoyed being with Ashley, I knew we were going to have to scale it back. Emmit was bound to find out, especially with his little sister flying in to my ranch in a damn helicopter. Someone with loose lips was going to talk.

  Two minutes later she came walking out in jeans and T-shirt with her brother’s car number on it.

  “Seriously? You’re going to fuck me and then come walking out with that asshole’s car on your shirt.”

  With a wink, she grabbed her purse and phone and walked over to me. Sitting on the bed, she looked into my eyes. “Why do you think we do this, Malcolm?”

  “Do what?” I asked.

  She motioned between us with her hands. “This. The whole friends-with-benefits thing we have going on.”

  “Because you’re good in bed, and I like the thrill of sneaking around behind your brother’s back. It’s a rush.”

  Ashley tilted her head. “It’s a rush?”

  “Hell yeah. It starts with that and top it off with hot sex, and it’s fucking mind blowing.”

  Ashley’s face dropped for one quick second before being replaced with a slight grin. “Yeah it is fun, but don’t you ever get tired of this life? The constant rotation of girls?”

  I laughed as I shook my head. “No, I don’t. This is the life I want, Ash. I don’t want to be tied down to one girl. Besides, I’m incapable of loving anyone.”

  Her eyes grew sad and I knew what she was thinking, but she was kind enough not to bring Casey up.

  She looked down at her hands. “You remember Jon? The guy I was talking to? I kind of like this guy, Malcolm.”

  I sat up and leaned against the headrest. “What?” I chuckled. “You said you weren’t looking for a relationship.”

  “I’m not! Well, at least I didn’t think I was, but the whole time we were together tonight, I kept thinking about him.”

  Ouch. That hurt the ego a bit.

  “Well fuck, Ashley, why didn’t you just call out his name for fuck’s sake?”

  She shook her head and frowned. “That’s not what I meant. As much as I like this thing we have, I think we need to take a step back from it. I’m feeling confused about my feelings for Jon, and as much as I love escaping reality and flying out to wherever you are for a fun roll around in the sack, I need to figure this out.”

  Pursing my lips together, I nodded. I’d been thinking the same damn thing earlier, but to hear it coming from her mouth hurt more than I thought it would. “Okay. Will I see you again or was this it?”

  Ashley chewed on her lower lip before giving me a sexier-than-hell smile. “Oh Malcolm, you’re not the type of guy a girl walks away from and never looks back.”

  Before she stood, she leaned over and gently kissed my lips. “Thanks for tonight. I had fun.”

  With a smile, I pulled her back to me and kissed her one more time. I never kissed the girls I fucked, but Ashley was different. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she woke something up inside of me and I needed to figure out what in the hell it was. “Let me at least walk you out.”

  Her eyes sparkled as she stood up. “Okay.”

  I quickly got dressed and placed my hand on her lower back as we made our way out and down to the helicopter pad. Ashley filled me in on the way about this Jon guy.

  Stepping outside the door, I stopped and turned Ashley to me. “Hey, I know all of this has just been about having a good time, but I really do care about you, Ash. If this guy does anything to you, you’ll tell me, right?”

  With a tender smile, Ashley placed her hand on the side of my face and gently rubbed her thumb along my skin.

  “Malcolm, one of these days you’re going to meet someone who is going to make you want more. I know what we had was just the first step in moving on.”

  I swallowed hard and dropped my eyes.

  “When you meet her you’re going to know instantly. Don’t push her away.”

  With a chuckle, I took her hand in mine and pushed one of her fingers inside my mouth. I slowly sucked on it while I pulled it out while her mouth parted open. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was use sex to my advantage. Anytime a woman started to talk about feelings, all I had to do was give them a visual.

  “I’m glad you found someone who makes you feel that way, Ashley. But I lost that privilege a long time ago and I have no interest in it anymore.”

  Ashley pulled a deep breath in through her nose and slowly blew it out. “I’ll see you soon?”

  “Is that a question or a statement?”

  Giggling, she took a few steps back. “Bye, Malcolm.”

  She turned and headed over toward the helicopter pad as I shook my head and smiled. If finding love was what Ashley wanted, I wished her all the best. That shit was not in the cards for me.

  Never has been . . . never will.

  THE MOMENT I SMELLED THAT familiar cinnamon-apple scent, I smiled and instantly relaxed.

  Home.

  I dropped my keys on the antique table that sat in the entryway and kicked off the overly-expensive shoes my best friend, Annie, talked me
into buying two weeks ago.

  My hand went to the back of my neck where I massaged it while making my way into my modest two-bedroom apartment. Bending down, I held my hand out in hopes my bitch of a cat would at least welcome me home.

  “Well hey there, sweet girl.”

  Princess was a gray and white cat who still looked like a kitten. She’d barely grown after I got her and every single one of my friends called her ‘the kitten’. I was positive that was why she was such a little biotch. Her ego was bruised.

  The cat stared at me like she couldn’t have cared less that I was there. Standing, I blew out a frustrated breath and made my way over to the kitchen.

  “I bet you’ll love on me if I give you some food, won’t you, girl?”

  Sure enough, when I pulled the lid back on her cat food, Princess ran in between my legs.

  “There ya go, girl; eat up while I look for something for me to eat.”

  My cell phone rang as I stood in front of the refrigerator and stared at nothing but almond milk, blueberries, and leftover Chinese food.

  Annie’s name moved across the screen as I swiped my finger. “Hello?”

  Music blared from the other end of the phone. “Annie? Where are you?”

  “Paislie! Oh my gawd! You have to come out tonight. I know you said you were tired, but the amount of hot guys at this new bar is insane!”

  Rolling my eyes, I leaned against the counter. “I can’t, Annie. I have a full day tomorrow at work.”

  “Why is it always about work with you?”

  Annie grew up in a very privileged home, unlike me who bounced from foster home to foster home and always ended back at the orphanage.

  With a dry laugh, I replied, “Um . . . because I need it to clothe and feed myself.”

  Annie huffed into the phone. “Paislie, you are the only person I know who puts a dedicated amount of money away in your savings. Girl, do you have any idea how fun shopping would be if you actually spent money?”

  My eyes closed as I tried to keep my feelings in check. If she only knew how much I would love to go shopping and splurge on two hundred-dollar shoes and purses and go out every single weekend and party.