Laina “No,” I said. “Stop this! This is madness!” Mason lifted his hand to silence me. I started shaking. I couldn’t control it. I watched, terrified, as Mason moved toward Evelyn. He kept advancing on her, even as her hands began to shake, and the gun trembled in her grip. The safety was off. All she had to do was pull the trigger. “Stay where you are, Mason,” Evelyn demanded. He didn’t listen. He kept moving closer. She slipped out from between him and the nightstand and backed away into the corner. She had nowhere else to go, and he was still closing the space between them. “I said stay where you are!” she screamed. “No,” Mason said. His voice was calm and low. Evelyn gritted her teeth, and he boxed her in. Soon he was so close, the barrel of the gun was resting against his chest. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn’t dare look away. Mason leaned in close to Evelyn, and she

Mason “Harley,” I said, catching her arm as she turned from me. She stopped and looked up at me. Her eyebrow arched, and she waited. “I mean it. Thank you.” She smiled and rolled her eyes at me. “All this groveling is sort of a turn-off, Mason. You’d better get your act together, or I might get over this crush I have on you.” I laughed, and she winked at me before she marched to the red X she had painted at the front of the line. “Gentlemen,” she cried, commanding the attention of everyone on the street. “You have sixty seconds before the final race in The Streets begins. Start your engines.” I jogged over to Rick’s Jeep as the crowd around my car dispersed. Rick grabbed my hand as I extended it to him, and we bumped shoulders. “Good luck, brother. Don’t fuck up.” “I won’t,” I said. “Good luck,” Ginny chimed. “Murder them,” Benji growled. Laina shook her head at her brother and then wrapped

MasonI tossed Kline his keys when he ducked under the garage door to meet me on Sunday morning. “She drove like a dream,” I told him. “And she looks like she sat in your garage the whole time,” Kline said. “I can assure you, she did not. I just know a guy who does a good detail job.” “In such a short amount of time?” “He’s my brother,” I said. “Ah,” Kline nodded. “Well, I appreciate it. And I’m happy to hear you won. It makes it all worth it.” “I have something for you,” I said. Kline’s eyebrows lifted, but he didn’t say anything as I walked over to where my jacket sat on my workbench. I rummaged around in one of the pockets before withdrawing an envelope. I walked back over and handed it to him. “A thank-you for everything you did. This all would have gone down a hell of a lot differently if you weren’t willing to lend a hand. And your baby,” I added, nodding at the Boxster. Kline opened

Laina I moaned out of arousal and frustration. Then I decided to take matters into my own hands, and I rolled up to my knees. Mason tried to stop me, but I pushed him back firmly. He fell onto the sand and laughed as I swung a leg over him and straddled his hips. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. He reached in his swimsuit pocket and pulled one out. I plucked it out of his fingers and shook my head. “How are you always prepared?” “Well, I always want to fuck you. So I have to be.” With the heat of a blush on my cheeks, I began undoing his drawstring. It took seconds. I pulled his trunks open and freed his cock to stroke him gently. He watched me and gripped my thighs firmly as I rolled the condom on.He pulled me up, and I lifted off him only to sit back down onto his dick. I was so fucking wet, he slid inside me easily. I moaned as I took all of him and put my hands flat on his chest to brace myself when my knees sank into th

BenjiLou’s Late Night Cafe sat on the corner of the block three streets down from my shelter. Its red roof sparkled with droplets of rain in the spring sunshine that would disappear behind the high rise buildings all around in the next half hour or so. I let myself into the cafe and raked my fingers through my hair to slick it back. The rain had made it damp, so it sat in place as I squeezed between the tables crammed together to the booth at the back where I spotted my sister Laina.Across from her was her boyfriend Mason. He was also my best friend. Seeing them together, playing footsie under the table in a setting like this used to really grind my gears back when they first started running together. But as the time passed I saw how good Mason was for my baby sister. She needed someone like him. Someone to push her a bit.She was good for him, too. Mason was a bit of a hell raiser, what with his entire street racing history and what not. Somehow she calmed the storm that seemed to