Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(38)

“Has anyone talked to you about the excessive amount of nerve damage you sustained and the possible lasting effects?”

“That explains the weird tingling sensation.”

“You’ll also have random pain as they heal.” She turned her body to face me. “I want to be one-hundred-percent honest with you, Malcolm. I don’t think anyone has up to this point and I’m not sure if it’s because they were trying to keep you positive or what the reasons are.”

I swallowed hard as my heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest. “Jesus Christ, tell me, Paislie.”

“Don’t use God’s name in vain like that.”

She was stalling. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. “Please, tell me.”

“You’re going to keep an open mind and not fly off the handle and say something mean?”

I sighed as I looked at her and was held captive by how beautiful her emerald eyes were. “Yes.”

She looked down and fiddled with her hands before looking back at me. “With as much nerve damage as you have, coupled with the knee damage, you could have lasting effects. Such as pain that radiates in your leg, numbness on the side where a good portion of the nerve damage was, or you might not regain full strength of your leg and will need a cane to walk.”

Bile moved into my throat as I stared at her. Not one f*cking person had said anything to me like this. Not one damn word.

My hands shook and Paislie noticed right away. “Are you saying I might not ever be able to drive a racecar again?”

“I swear to you, Malcolm, I will do everything in my power to get you back to one hundred percent, but I need you to know we might not be able to get past ninety.

I locked my jaw down and clenched my teeth together as I balled my fists. The anger was moving through my body at warp speed and all I wanted to do was hit something.

Hard.

Paislie saw it immediately and her next response was not one I was expecting.

She stood and then sat down on me, straddling me as her warmth pressed against my dick.

“Malcolm,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to mine and the surge I felt the first time we kissed flowed through my body again. This time it was ten times stronger. My hands gripped onto her hips as I dug my fingers into them, trying to release the anger somewhere.

“Kiss me back, Malcolm. Kiss me!” she demanded against my lips. My hand came up to her neck as I pulled her closer. Our kiss turned rough as I sucked her lip into my mouth and bit down on it while she gasped.

The moment she rocked her hips against me, everything vanished and all I could think about was her . . . sitting on me, pressing her * against me and both of us getting worked up.

My grip on her lessened as she ran her tongue along my lips before pulling back and leaning her forehead to mine. Her chest heaved along with mine.

“It was the only thing I could think of to take your mind away from the anger I saw building.”

“It worked,” I barely said as my voice cracked. Her eyes glanced down to where my rock-hard dick was throbbing in my jeans.

She placed her hands on my chest and pushed back as she stood up. “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t think well when I’m under pressure and I acted unprofessionally.”

My head was spinning with what she just told me and how my body wanted more of her. She’s sorry she did that? She acted unprofessionally?

I took the cane in my hand and stood up. Paislie walked behind me in silence as we made our way back to the truck. When we got in, she started it and asked, “Where are we going?”

She acted as if nothing had happened between us, and it pissed me off that it bothered me so much.

“World Cup Café.”

The only thing spoken between us was the driving directions I gave her to get to the café.

Once we ordered, Paislie tried to make small talk, but all I kept hearing in my head was what she said.

“So, what do people do for fun in this town? My friend, Annie, is coming this weekend and wants to hang out.”

My head snapped up as I looked at her. “Bars. There’s a lot of bars. Barnett’s Pub or Crickets to name a few.”

She smiled and looked away.

After paying for the check, we made our way out to the truck. “You can head back to the ranch.”

The drive was pure f*cking torture. I was still reeling over the way her body felt against mine, and on top of that, I kept replaying that damn kiss. I wanted to reach over and touch her. Anywhere, I just needed to feel her soft skin anyway I could get it. Her hands held the wheel like she had a death grip on it.

When we finally pulled up to the house, I tried like hell to get out of the truck before she came around to my side.

How could she crawl on top me like that and then act like nothing had happened? I was confused, in pain, and pissed off.

She placed her hand on my arm and I jerked it away as her eyes widened in surprise. “I’m fine.”

Standing frozen in her spot, she watched me as I made my way up the stairs and into the house, slamming the front door behind me.

I’d give anything to have a mindless f*cking right about now and was half tempted to call Ashley and see if she was still hanging with that douchebag.

By the time I reached my bedroom, the pain was so bad in my leg, I was sweating. My cock was still throbbing and all I wanted was some kind of relief.