Vintage (Adrenaline Series Book 2) by Xavier Neal Page A

sync that feels every bit as erotic as it would if we were alone behind closed doors. While his hand travels back and forth between my hip and my ass, my free hand makes sure to caress his perfectly cut abs. His pecs. His V that's as incredible as everything else. With a wide smile I bite my bottom lip at all the little groans that come from him when I touch him in a way that causes his hard on to thump against me.
     
    After we dance for a while, we head back to the pool where we spend time with his brothers, some of their friends, and Hayli who ends up camping out beside me on the edge of the pool. For a few hours we watch the guys splash around playfully trying to drown each other, listen to them go on and on about cars, and girls throw themselves aimlessly at all the McCoys except Merrick. 
     
    Eventually needing to pee, I ask him as he swims back over to me, “Can you show me where the bathroom is?”
     
    “Of course,” he replies.
     
    “I'll show her,” Vinnie's voice says over my shoulder.
     
    Looking up I'm surprised to see him in a pair of white board shorts and a tank top, his long arms actually sporting tattoos closer to his shoulders.
     
    Carefully he asks, “You sure?”
     
    “It's just the bathroom baby bro,” Drew teases. “She's not gonna fuck him in there.”
     
    Merrick's face hardens at the idea. Quickly I touch his cheek. “I'll be right back. Go drown your brother.”
     
    His grin expands as he swims off to take my suggestion.
     
    Vinnie offers me a hand to help me up before guiding me towards the patio doors that lead inside. To my surprise on the other side of them are a set of guards with very grim expressions.
     
    “No one's supposed to be inside,” he explains. “Other than to pee of course. They're just here to make sure no one steals my shit.”
     
    I nod my understanding and he leads me past a line that can only be for the restroom. Vinnie leads me around towards the front of his home where apparently there's another bathroom.
     
    “Family uses this one.”
     
    Unsure of exactly how to take that, I sigh, “Thanks.”
     
    He informs, “I'll wait.”
     
    Slipping into the guest bathroom, I quickly use it, wash my hands and check out my sun soaked reflection.
     
    Oh my tan lines are gonna be so bad.
     
    A small throb from my head causes a groan to come out of me as I open the bathroom door.
     
    Vinnie looks up from his phone and asks, “Getting a headache?”
     
    “I think so.”
     
    “Happens with too much sun and alcohol. Let's swing by the kitchen and get you some water and aspirin.”
     
    I smile softly. “Thanks.”
     
    The two of us head back towards his kitchen and he states, “I wanted to take a minute and thank you for what you did last weekend for me. For Ben. For our family.”
     
    In a meek whisper I try to play it cool. “No big deal.”
     
    “It was,” he corrects me pushing up his glasses. “You put our family before yours and that won't be forgotten. I told Merrick I owe him one. I owe you one too.” Vinnie opens a cabinet and grabs a bottle of pills. As he opens it he says, “You made a choice when you sent that text message. And I know it wasn't easy. Never is.” Two pills fall in my hand. “But you need to know something, Jovi.”
     
    “What's that?”
     
    “You see that.” He tilts his head towards the backyard where the party is still very alive. “Merrick has always wanted out. And you know what? I want him out too.”
     
    Baffled I snap, “But he's your best racer.”
     
    “Yeah. He's my highest fucking money maker on the streets and I want him out. Not for my own sake but for his. This lifestyle looks fun, hell it is fun at times, but for the most part, it's empty, addicting, and destructive. You get too reliant on bullshit like this and you forget there are only three ways living in it like we do can end. Dead behind bars. Dead behind the wheel. Or Dead from being double crossed.”
     
    Hearing the truth my jaw