Blind Love (Sulfur Heights Series) by M.S. Brannon Read Free Book Online

Nevertheless, it was just another day in paradise.
    I lie down in my bed and pull the covers over my body. I finally begin to relax when I start thinking about the joy this summer will be. Delilah will have the experience of a life time and I’ll get to be front row, watching it happen. I hope when she leaves us in August she will be one of the rare ones who actually looks forward to coming back to Sulfur Heights instead of the opposite. Mostly, people leave and the never look back.
    We’ve all wanted to bail on one occasion or another, but no one worse than Darcie. Up until Reggie and she became a couple, she would talk about getting the hell out all the time. Now, though, the thought of any of us breaking apart our family is worse than living in Sulfur Heights. We would all be willing to live somewhere else as a long as we could do it together. God, our family is as corny as fuck.
    The summer has already been crazy. Racing is in full swing, keeping Jeremy and I busy building our little empire. We are trying to save up enough money to finally go straight and do something legal for a change. We have aspirations of opening our own garage, but first you need seed money. That’s where the hustling comes into play. Any money I make at the tables or Jeremy makes on racing, we put into savings to open up a shop. We are a few years away from making that dream a success, and if we can keep ourselves just under the radar, we’ll be all set.
    I ’m so proud of my brother; he’s cleaning house at the races. After coming out of his long overdue hiatus against that fuckstick, Grady McGuire, Jeremy has been on a roll the last two years. He’s kicking ass and taking names; it’s fucking awesome. At least once a week there is always some newbie who tries to bring him down, but they always fall short.
    Racing is in his blood—in our blood — and our father’s.
    A s useless as he was, Dad was an incredible racer. I remember spending Saturday nights anticipating his upcoming race. We would wait in the backseat of the Challenger and then, once the girl dropped her arms, Dad tore up the dirt straight away, clocking at least ninety miles per hour.
    I can give credit where credit is due, Jeremy and I would n’t be so into racing if it not for my dad; well, and Reggie. He’s about as obsessed about it as we are. He has taught Jeremy how to properly handle the Challenger and has shown me the basics of hustling.
    Rolling to my side , I can’t get Delilah out of my brain. The initial desire to have sex with her has dwindled and I start really thinking about the kind of person she is. At first, I compared her to the snobs who live on the Northside, only good enough for bagging and that’s about it. Now, though, when I really look at her and see the concern on her face for the scene she’s walked through at the children’s rescue shelter, I realize she’s a lot more than a fake, plastic bitch. She actually has depth and compassion for something other than five hundred dollar shoes. Of course, Delilah is sexy as hell, but it’s what she has underneath that’s resonating inside of me.
    I dig her spitfire personality and I think I just might want her in my life; as a friend, not a conquest. I wonder if that is something I can actually be with a girl who’s not family.
    Summer challenge for Jake Evans : make Delilah your friend.
    I lightly laugh into the air. God, I’m a douche for making a stupid pact to myself, yet it has promise, doesn’t it?
    W ith that, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
    ***
    I make my way up the stairs and step into the kitchen. I’m still tired as hell and my body could definitely use more sleep. The little redhead and her friend wore me out last night, more so than I’ve ever experienced, but I was man enough to handle both of them—fucking dirty, little sluts.
    I pull open the f ridge and run my eyes across its contents. Mountain Dew it is. I crack the tab and start chugging it down when the all too