Surge: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 1) by Sloan Storm Page B

boyfriend. What the hell is that about?”
    I licked my lips, frantically searching my mind for a plausible lie. “It’s… It’s just my roommate, Jillian. She keeps making silly jokes about what I’m really doing when I’m here with the team.”
    Dyson scowled at me, nodding his head slowly. I stared at him until I couldn’t anymore.
    “So why don’t I believe you?” he said.
    I looked at him once again, shrugging and shaking my head. “I have no idea. It’s the truth. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going.”
    When I’d finished speaking, I tried to walk away. Before I’d taken a single step, Dyson stepped in front of me, blocking my path. Our eyes met for a second. I tried once more. Again, he moved in front of me.
    “What are you doing, Dyson? Get out of my way.”
    He edged closer towards me, shaking his head. “No. You’re not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
    “I don’t have to take this from you. Don’t threaten me.”
    He licked his lips. “Trust me, it’s not a threat.”
    It was clear he wasn’t about to let me walk past him. Frustrated, I turned my back and tried to walk in the other direction. But after only a single step, I felt his hand crush my upper arm in its grasp. Stopping, I snapped my head in his direction.
    “Ow!” I exclaimed. “Let…” I began, yanking my arm. “Go! You’re hurting me!”
    Yet Dyson remained silent, and instead of releasing me, he grabbed hold of my other arm. I struggled to free myself, but he pinned me against the wall.
    “Shut up, Ava,” he warned, glaring at me. “Tell me what is going on. I know something is wrong.”
    “Unnhhh,” I growled, shaking my upper body back and forth, still trying to break free. “Stop!”
    And then, without a word of warning, Dyson leaned the weight of his torso against me and crushed his mouth into mine, kissing me. I continued to struggle, twisting my upper body and trying to break my mouth free of his.
    “Unnhhhh!!” I exclaimed, thrashing beneath his viselike grip.
    However, the harder I tried to break free, the stronger he became. Soon, I felt the energy of my struggle began to wear on me, and I relaxed a bit. Not long after, Dyson pulled his lips away from mine. We both stood there looking at each other without a word.
    The only sound between us was the labored breathing we shared.
    I tasted him in my mouth, traces of him left behind on my tongue. My lips parted. But before I could speak a single word, Dyson pressed his mouth to mine once again.
    For no sane reason, I forgot about all of my troubles.
    I inhaled his sweet scent, allowing his tongue into my mouth. With a soft moan, I reached up and slid my fingers into his thick hair. Dyson twisted his head back and forth as we kissed, in full view of anyone who happened to see.

    DYSON
    Yeah, I knew something was wrong. But fuck it, I couldn’t help myself.
    I hadn’t seen much of Ava at all and something about the state she was in… I can’t explain it. What started as wanting to help, an urge to protect, transformed into something else.
    I had to have her and I was sick of waiting.
    And I couldn’t have been gladder I’d done it. She tasted incredible, sweet in a way that I can’t describe. She’d resisted me at first, but now I felt her body give in beneath me. She dragged her fingers along my scalp, making lazy strokes with the tips.
    I didn’t give a shit who happened to see.
    I’d waited so long for this moment that there could’ve been thousands of people around, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Eventually, we separated from each other. Ava looked up at me, her eyes glassy with the kind of lustful gaze I’d seen hundreds of times in my life.
    I smiled at her, expecting the same in return. But, instead Ava blinked a couple of times and shook her head.
    She looked away from me.
    “Dyson,” she began, reaching up and wiping her lips. “We shouldn’t have done that. Please, let me go.”
    I looked at Ava,