Fast Lane by Lizzie Hart Stevens Read Free Book Online

That would only make sense, right? It’s probably his wife, or his ex wife, or his baby mama, and I’m just his “flavor of the day”.
    Maybe I’m over thinking it. I mean this is a crazy, once in a lifetime thing. There’s no chance in hell that a guy this beautiful is ever going to pay me this kind of attention again. But can I really trust him? Who the hell was that on the phone?
    I snap out of my daze when I hear Coen’s boots on the cement getting closer to me.
    I don’t hesitate. I have to know, before this goes any further. “Who was that on the phone?”
    “It’s not what you’re thinking, Lexi. It was my aunt.” Coen has his hands resting in the back pockets of his jeans.
    “That isn’t a very loving ring tone for an aunt,” I say raising an eyebrow.
    Coen sighs. “Yeah, well, she’s not exactly the loving type, unless designer bags and shoes count. That’s all she loves.” He rolls his eyes.
    I’m not really sure what to say next. I don’t even know this guy. I know his name. I know that he has an amazingly sexy body that’s covered in gorgeous tattoos, especially that neck. My God, that neck drives me crazy! I know that he really seems interested, but I need to be sure I can trust him before I let him in my life at all. I can’t handle the stress and anxiety of having to put up with someone like Patrick again.
    I wonder why he seems to hate his aunt so much. I decide not to pry.
    “Look, Lex, I’ll understand if you don’t show up to the race tonight,” Coen says as he turns his back to me and leans over to rest his arms on the railing. “I don’t know what came over me today. There’s just something I can’t quite put my finger on. I feel drawn to you.” I can’t see his face, but he lets his head fall to his chest and takes a deep breath.
    “Coen, what race are you talking about?” I ask, confused. “And don’t worry about the kiss. It was nice,” I say. Maybe “nice” wasn’t the best choice. It was definitely a lot hotter than nice.
    Faster than I can blink, Coen grabs me by the waist and pulls me tight against him. His lips are so close, but not touching, and he’s gazing into my eyes so deeply I fear he can see my soul. God, he smells so good.
    “The quarter mile tonight. There’s a race.” He winks. “And as for the “nice” kiss, next time you’ll be seeing stars, Princess.” He slowly runs his tongue up my neck, nips at my earlobe, and grinds his hard cock against my waist. Our breath is ragged. Part of me wants him to just pick me up over his shoulder, carry me inside, and fuck me until I can’t walk. But another part of me says this is insane, and we need to slow the hell down .
    He stares into my eyes for a few moments longer, and lets me go. “I have to run, but I do hope I’ll see you later tonight, Lexi.” He’s back to looking serious again. What is his deal? Coen starts down the front porch steps to leave.
    “Hey, Stalker.” He stops at the sound of my voice, and turns to look at me with that sexy smirk on his face.
    “Yeah, Sweet Cheeks?”
    I drag my teeth across my bottom lip. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.” Coen winks and continues back over to Derek’s. I go inside and peek out the blinds. While I wait for Coen to leave, I give Brea a quick call.
    “Hey, Chick!” she answers.
    “Hey, Brea. I can’t talk long, but what the hell was up with you at the tattoo shop earlier? Did Coen say something to you?”
    Brea’s quiet for a minute, which makes me even more suspicious. “He caught me while I was on my way to the bathroom and asked if I would give him a few minutes alone to talk to you. He’s seriously got the hots for you, Lex. I really think you should give him a chance,” Brea says.
    “I think I just might. I’ll explain later.” I hear Coen start his car. Now’s my chance. I hope this doesn’t backfire. “Meet me at the quarter mile at eight. You aren’t going to want to miss this.”
    “What are you up to?”