Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

shook his head. “I’m gonna go ahead and say I think we’re good here, yeah?”
    Tana wrung her hands, her brow furrowed in worry. “I don’t know. You think?”
    “Hmm, maybe we should check out the pet department?”
    Her eyes grew wide and she grabbed his forearm squeezing. Um, yes. Surge likey.
    “You’re right. Surge, you’re brilliant.”
    He followed her as she hurried off. “I don’t think anyone’s accused me of being brilliant before. That’s a new one.”
    After finding a few extra “necessities”, they were finally on their way out of the store.
    He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, too busy watching Tana’s long brown legs as they kept stride beside him. When they turned the corner for the exit doors, he pulled up short, barely managing not to run right over a small woman.
    “Sorry, ma’am—”
    She looked up at him with a friendly smile that faded to shock as soon as their eyes met.
    Surge froze, his chest constricting as the past clashed with the present, completely throwing the future out of balance. Holy hell, this couldn’t be happening. Not now, with Tana right there to witness it.
    “Brandon?” the woman whispered in disbelief. “Is it really you?”
    He stared at his mother, and not even his wolf could respond. His voice, his mind, even his laugh was stolen from him in that moment.
    She’d aged. But of course she had. It had been nearly twenty years. He’d aged too, but at a much, much slower rate thanks to his shifter side.
    Her eyes filled with tears, and that’s what broke him from his stupor. He laughed a crazy sounding chuckle.
    “Sorry,” he said. “You must have me mistaken for someone else. My name isn’t Brandon.”
    His mother frowned. “I’d recognized those dimples anywhere.”
    He shook his head. “Sorry.”
    She glanced into the cart, seeing the baby supplies and her eyes went wide. They flew to Tana, or more specifically to her stomach.
    “Let’s go,” Surge said, ushering her away. “Nice day, ma’am.”
    He didn’t look back, didn’t even look at Tana as they made their way to the truck and loaded their bags. He opened the passenger door and helped her climb in before getting behind the wheel.
    “So…” she mused as he backed out of the parking space and pointed the truck for home. “What was that?”
    He shook his head, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles locked up like fucking Tin Man’s. “My past.”
    Tana’s eyes were on him, and they were brutal, scouring him for any hint to explain what had just gone down. But she didn’t push further until they were out of town and on their way back to Cedar Valley.
    “You wanna talk about it?”
    “Not really.”
    He wanted to forget it. Sex was how he’d always dealt with his problems until the pack made a deal. And ever since Drake broke it, Surge had been fighting his particular vice. He wanted to find a soft place for his cock, and just let it all go. All the shit that haunted him. The past and the present.
    His gaze left the blacktop and slid up Tana’s smooth legs, landing briefly on the juncture of her thighs before returning to the road.
    His breath came faster, the cab of the truck heating up. His jeans felt tighter, and he shifted in his seat for an ounce of relief.
    But there was none. Not when he was envisioning spreading those god-sent legs and sampling her sweetness. He could pull off on one of these side roads and have her knees over his shoulders in minutes. He’d lick and lick until she screamed. And then he’d lick some more. He’d ruin her with his tongue before he—
    “ Surge .” Her urgent voice cut through his fantasy.
    He met her wide-eyed gaze. “What?”
    “What are you doing?” Her words were breathless as she squirmed in her seat.
    Aw, yesss. She’d picked up what he was throwing down. Scented his arousal. And he scented hers, the sweetest most seductive scent he’d ever encountered.
    “Oh, I think you know, baby girl.” Lust