So what is the Loop exactly?” Fallo

So what is the Loop exactly?” Fallon pulled her baseball cap down over her eyes and lay her head back on the headrest.
“Tate didn’t tell you?”
“I know it’s a race,” she yawned. “But is it a real track or what?”
“You didn’t have to come tonight. I know you’re beat.” I leaned over and rubbed her leg.
“I’m okay.” She tried to sound peppy, even with her eyes closed.
She certainly hadn’t had it easy this week. Aside from the nonstop fun last night of dealing with her mother, her father, and then Jax showing up, she’d gotten married this week and between studying and me keeping her up half the night, her body was crashing. Hard.
We hadn’t gotten to bed until three this morning, and then we woke up early to look at an apartment before driving back to Shelburne Falls. When we got here, we started reorganizing my bedroom to make space for her and her things here.
Even though we liked Chicago, we loved it here more. This is where we’d raise our kids.
Not that I’d talked to her about that yet, but she was getting knocked up as soon as college was over.
She’d agree, of course. No one could say no to me.
“We’re here,” I announced, pulling to the end of the driveway that came up on the Loop. The rounded-square track split to the left and right ahead of us, and I turned off to the right, pulling off the side and backing into a space in the grass.
My blood rushed through my body like running rapids, filling me with energy so fast I felt high.
Damn, it felt good to be back here.
I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I was a little apprehensive about the new crop of drivers coming in this school year. While college kids like Jared, Tate, and I came back once in a while, this was mostly a high school scene.
But getting out of the car, I already saw at least ten people I knew, so I was home. Jared and Tate were already in place up on the track and had a crowd of people around them, including K.C., who must’ve come back from her school in Arizona for the weekend.
Looking around, I also spotted her boyfriend, Liam, and some of Jared’s and my friends that had stayed close to home as well this year.
Jax hung back, sitting on the hood of his car with his headphones on and staring into the crowd. He never raced. Although he came to the events, I got the impression that it bored him, even though I suggested that actually racing was a hell of a lot more fun than watching. He said he was working on something new for the Loop, but he wouldn’t tell us what. Knowing him, I was afraid to ask.
Fallon climbed out of my GTO, and I took her hand, pulling her up onto the track. We made our way through the thick crowd, ignoring calls and congratulations on our marriage. I knew they were all laughing behind my back.
Madoc got married? Yeah, right.
I took a page from my father. Don’t give them attention, and they won’t give us attention. Only those close to Fallon and me understood, and we were not explaining ourselves to others. I’m sure most of them thought I’d gotten her pregnant.
“Hey, man,” I greeted Jared, who turned away from Sam, grinning. He had Disturbed’s “Inside the Fire” blasting out of his car stereo, and it felt like old times.
Fallon went and talked to Tate, who stood leaning against her car, talking to K.C.
“You’re smiling,” I observed flatly, eyeing Jared. “That’s weird.”
He stuck his hands into the front pocket of his black hoodie and shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be smiling? Even if I lose—which is a huge if—Tate will stop with her antics, and I can stop sleeping alone. It’s her birthday tomorrow and our anniversary. I’ve got plans.”
I laughed to myself, shaking my head. “I really wanted to see you ballroom dance.” I narrowed my eyes, thinking. “In fact . . .”
I twisted my head to see Tate, Fallon, and K.C. chatting. “Tate!” I called. “Come here.”
She shot me an annoyed look and walked over, followed by the other two.
“I’m riding shotgun,” I told her.
“Whyyyy?” she drawled out.
“Just in case you need advice. I want you to win.”
I grinned at Jared, seeing his quirked eyebrow.
“I have raced before,” Tate said as if I thought she was inexperienced. Her hair danced in the light wind and kept blowing into her face.
I wrapped my arm around Fallon’s waist and brought her into my side. “You haven’t raced Jared,” I pointed out to Tate. “I’m coming with you. That’s the end of it. Will you come?” I looked to Fallon.
“Oh, no.” Jared jumped in. “You take my chick, I’m taking yours.” He hooked the collar of Fallon’s T-shirt and pulled her over to his side. “But not for help. She’s a hostage.”
“No way!” Fallon burst out. “Like I want to be killed or seriously injured in an illegal racing ring, protected by shady law enforcement and a crowd of drunk teenagers.”
“Yeah.” I brushed it off. “She’d be scared.”
Her green eyes stung like bullets. “Bite me,” she barked, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re going down.”
“Fallon!” Tate fumed. “You’re my friend!”
“No worries.” I looked down at Tate and took out my iPod from my coat pocket. “We’ve got MC Hammer,” I bragged to Jared and Fallon, motioning between Tate and me. “You can’t touch this.”
Tate immediately lost it. She doubled over, holding her stomach and laughing her ass off at my play on MC Hammer’s song. “You are not putting that shit in my stereo!” she choked out through her laughter.
“Oh, yeah,” I threatened.
But just then, we all straightened up. Zack the Racemaster came up between the two racers—or teams—and cleared his throat.
Putting his hands around his mouth to form a circle, he bellowed into the night air, “Let. The. Games. Begin!”
Fallon and I smiled at each other.
And let them never end.
•   •   •

A crack of thunder exploded through the midnight sky, and I opened my eyes as it bellowed over the house. As it slowly traveled away, I blinked against the flashes of lightning coming through the window.
Flipping my head to the side, I saw Fallon still sleeping peacefully in her green T-shirt and panties. She’d kicked her side of the blankets off, and that was one thing I’d noticed we had in common. We both overheated when we slept.
There were lots of quirks about her that I’d found out, and I hoped mine didn’t annoy her too much.
Her neck glowed with a thin layer of sweat, and her lips opened and closed barely enough to even notice. A slice of her stomach peeked out, and her innocent face looked absolutely beautiful.
Just looking at her, I felt myself harden with want. We’d already attacked each other after the race. In fact, Jared and Tate and Fallon and I all came straight here after the race, skipping the bonfire altogether. They went to their room, and we came to ours.
She’d slug me if I woke her up for sex, though. Not that I would. She was exhausted.
Taking a deep breath, I threw off my blankets and got out of bed, pulling on my pajama pants and leaving as quickly as possible. The harder I got, the more I didn’t want to be honorable.
So I left.
I went down to the basement, rubbing my thumb across my fingers the entire way. It’d been months since I played, and I felt the hum in my hands. The cool keys under my fingertips.
Playing wasn’t an obsession or something that I needed to do. I just appreciated having the skill to play, though. Everyone should have a way of expressing themselves, letting the stress out—even if it was just sexual frustration for me right now.
Pulling out the bench, I sat down at my family’s completely restored 1921 Steinway grand piano and sifted through the music, picking a Dvorˇák piece.
Placing my fingers on the keys, I started playing the same notes I’d been practicing off and on for years. I didn’t change up my music a lot, preferring to master a piece before I moved on to something else, but as I got more comfortable with the music, I’d find myself adding my own flavor. Speeding up, slowing down, softer, harder . . . A single composition can have so many meanings depending on the person playing.
I liked the freedom to explore and take risks.
The same could be said for Fallon’s skateboarding. She enjoyed it but only so much as she was left alone to own it.
Cool skin touched my bare shoulders, and I straightened, taking my hands off the keys.
“Addie said you came down here to play at night.” Fallon set her chin on top of my head. “Why don’t you just have the piano moved upstairs?”
I reached up and took her hands. “It’s something I would rather do alone.”
“Oh,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.” And she pulled away.
“No, I don’t mean that.” I turned around and yanked her back to me, pulling her into my lap. “I mean without my father around. I like to play. I just don’t want to be forced.”
She leaned back against me, straddling my legs and facing the keys. “It was a sad tune.”
“The best music is,” I said into her ear. “I’m happy, though.”
She ran a delicate hand over the keys, leaning her head back on my shoulder. “I think we should do the dancing lessons with Jared and Tate. It would be fun.” She inched up, kissing my jaw. “I still can’t believe he lost.”
My chest shook. “He threw that race. You know that, right?”
“He did not,” she maintained. “Tate was awesome. And . . .”
I sunk my teeth into her neck, and she groaned, cutting off her own thought before it even got out. I sucked on her neck, my whole body twisting with need at the smell of her. Wrapping my arm around her stomach, I shifted my legs further apart. Since her thighs were outside of mine, she stretched wide. Keeping my mouth on her neck and my arm around her, I slipped my other hand inside of the front of her sleep shorts.
“Always ready for me,” I breathed out, feeling how wet she was between her legs. I moved my mouth up the side of her face and over to her ear. The heat on my fingers shot right to my dick, and I circled her clit, feeling it get harder between my fingers.
She reached behind her and grabbed the back of my head.

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Jadi apa adalah Loop persis?" Fallon ditarik topi bisbol nya matanya dan berbaring kepalanya di headrest."Tate tidak memberitahu Anda?""Aku tahu ini adalah perlombaan," ia menguap. "Tapi apakah itu nyata lagu atau apa?""Anda tidak memiliki untuk datang malam ini. Aku tahu kau mengalahkan." Aku membungkuk dan menggosok kakinya."Aku baik-baik saja." Dia berusaha untuk terdengar segar, bahkan dengan mata tertutup.Dia pasti tidak punya itu mudah minggu ini. Selain menyenangkan tanpa henti semalam berurusan dengan ibunya, ayah, dan kemudian Jax muncul, ia sudah menikah minggu ini dan antara belajar dan saya menjaga setengah malam, tubuhnya menerjang. Keras.Kami tidak mendapat tidur sampai tiga pagi ini, dan kemudian kita bangun pagi untuk melihat apartemen sebelum mengemudi kembali ke Shelburne Falls. Ketika kami tiba di sini, kami memulai reorganisasi kamar saya untuk membuat ruang untuknya dan kepadanya hal-hal di sini.Meskipun kami menyukai Chicago, kami senang di sini lebih. Ini adalah di mana kita akan menaikkan anak-anak kita.Bukan berarti saya berbicara dengannya tentang hal itu belum, tetapi dia adalah mendapatkan menjatuhkan sebagai perguruan tinggi sudah berakhir.Dia akan setuju, tentu saja. Tidak ada yang bisa mengatakan tidak untuk saya."Kita berada di sini," saya mengumumkan, menarik ke ujung jalan masuk yang muncul pada Loop. Jalur bulat persegi dibagi ke kiri dan kanan depan kita, dan aku mematikan ke kanan, menarik dari sisi dan mundur ke ruang di rumput.Darah saya bergegas melalui tubuh saya seperti berlari rapids, mengisi saya dengan begitu cepat aku merasa tinggi energi.Sialan, rasanya baik untuk kembali di sini.Aku tidak akan mengakuinya kepada siapa pun, tapi aku agak khawatir tentang tanaman baru driver yang datang pada tahun sekolah ini. Sementara kuliah anak-anak seperti Jared, Tate, dan aku kembali sekali-sekali, ini adalah sebagian besar adegan SMA.Tapi turun dari mobil, aku sudah melihat setidaknya sepuluh orang yang saya tahu, jadi aku rumah. Jared dan Tate sudah di tempat naik di trek dan punya kerumunan orang-orang di sekitar mereka, termasuk K.C., yang harus datang kembali dari sekolah di Arizona untuk akhir pekan.Melihat sekeliling, saya juga melihat pacarnya, Liam, dan beberapa Jared's dan teman-teman saya yang telah tinggal dekat dengan rumah serta tahun ini.JAX tergantung kembali, duduk di kap mobil dengan headphone nya pada dan menatap ke dalam kerumunan. Ia tidak pernah membalap. Meskipun ia datang kepada peristiwa-peristiwa, aku mendapat kesan bahwa itu bosan dia, meskipun saya menyarankan bahwa sebenarnya balap adalah neraka yang jauh lebih menyenangkan daripada menonton. Dia mengatakan ia sedang mengerjakan sesuatu yang baru untuk Loop, tapi dia tidak memberitahu kita apa. Mengenalnya, saya merasa takut untuk bertanya.Fallon melompat GTO saya, dan saya mengambil tangannya, menarik dia ke trek. Kami melakukan perjalanan melalui kerumunan tebal, mengabaikan panggilan dan Selamat atas pernikahan kami. Aku tahu mereka semua tertawa belakang saya.Utica menikah? Ya, benar.Aku mengambil halaman dari ayahku. Tidak memberikan mereka perhatian, dan mereka tidak memberikan perhatian. Hanya orang-orang Fallon dan saya memahami, dan kami sedang tidak menjelaskan diri kepada orang lain. Saya yakin sebagian besar dari mereka pikir aku sudah dia hamil."Hei, manusia," saya disambut Jared, yang berbalik dari Sam, menyeringai. Dia punya Disturbed "Di dalam api" peledakan keluar dari stereo mobil nya, dan rasanya seperti dulu kala.Fallon pergi dan berbicara dengan Tate, yang berdiri bersandar mobilnya, berbicara dengan K.C."Anda sedang tersenyum," saya mengamati tegas, mengamati Jared. "Itu aneh."Ia terjebak tangannya ke dalam saku depan hoodie nya hitam dan mengangkat bahu. "Mengapa tidak saya tersenyum? Bahkan jika saya kehilangan — itulah yang besar jika — Tate akan berhenti dengan kejenakaan nya, dan aku bisa berhenti tidur sendirian. Ini adalah ulang tahun besok dan ulang tahun kami. Aku sudah punya rencana."Aku tertawa pada diriku sendiri, menggelengkan kepala. "Saya benar-benar ingin melihat Anda dansa ballroom." Saya mempersempit mataku, berpikir. "Bahkan..."Aku memutar kepalaku untuk melihat Tate, Fallon dan K.C. chatting. "Tate!" Aku menelepon. "Datang di sini."Dia menembak saya terlihat kesal dan berjalan, diikuti oleh dua lainnya."Saya naik senapan," kataku kepadanya."Whyyyy?" dia digambarkan keluar."Hanya dalam kasus Anda perlu saran. Saya ingin Anda untuk menang."Aku tersenyum Jared, melihat alis nya quirked."Saya telah berlari sebelum," Tate kata seolah-olah saya pikir dia adalah berpengalaman. Rambutnya menari-nari di angin cahaya dan terus bertiup ke wajahnya.Saya dibungkus lenganku di sekitar pinggang Fallon's dan membawanya ke sisi saya. "Anda belum berlari Jared," saya menunjukkan kepada Tate. "Aku datang dengan Anda. Itulah akhir itu. Akan Anda datang?" Aku melihat untuk Fallon."Oh, tidak ada." Jared melompat masuk "Anda mengambil ayam saya, saya mengambil Anda." Dia ketagihan kerah Fallon's t-shirt dan menariknya ke sisinya. "Tetapi tidak untuk bantuan. Dia adalah seorang sandera.""Tidak mungkin!" Fallon terbahak. "Seperti yang saya inginkan untuk membunuh atau terluka di cincin balap ilegal, dilindungi oleh penegakan hukum yang teduh dan sekelompok remaja mabuk.""ya." Saya menepisnya. "Dia akan menjadi takut."Mata hijau tersengat seperti peluru. "Menggigit saya," dia menyalak, melipat lengan atas dadanya. "Anda akan turun.""Fallon!" Tate kesal. "Kau temanku!""Tidak ada kekhawatiran." Aku menatap Tate dan mengambil iPod saya dari saku mantel. "Kami punya MC Hammer," Aku membual Jared dan Fallon, menunjuk antara Tate dan saya. "Anda tidak bisa menyentuh ini."Tate segera kehilangan. Dia dua kali lipat, memegang perutnya dan tertawa pantat saya bermain di lagu MC Hammer. "Anda tidak menempatkan omong kosong dalam stereo saya!" dia tersedak keluar melalui tawa nya."Oh, yeah," Aku mengancam.Tapi kemudian, kita semua diluruskan. Zack Racemaster datang antara dua pembalap — atau tim — dan dibersihkan tenggorokannya.Meletakkan tangannya di mulutnya untuk membentuk sebuah lingkaran, dia berteriak ke udara malam, "biarkan. The. Permainan. Mulai!"Fallon dan aku tersenyum pada satu sama lain.Dan membiarkan mereka pernah akhir.• • •Celah Guntur meledak melalui langit tengah malam, dan aku membuka mata seperti itu berteriak atas rumah. Ketika itu perlahan-lahan bepergian jauh, aku berkedip terhadap kilatan petir yang datang melalui jendela.Flipping kepalaku ke samping, aku melihat Fallon masih tidur nyenyak di hijau T-shirt dan celana. Dia telah menendang sisinya selimut dari, dan itu adalah satu hal yang saya telah melihat kita memiliki kesamaan. Kami berdua panas ketika kita tidur.Ada banyak keanehan tentang dia bahwa saya akan menemukan, dan saya berharap saya tidak mengganggu dirinya terlalu banyak.Lehernya bersinar dengan lapisan tipis dari keringat, dan bibirnya dibuka dan ditutup hampir tidak cukup bahkan untuk pemberitahuan. Mengintip dari sepotong perutnya, dan raut wajahnya yang tidak bersalah tampak benar-benar indah.Hanya mencari dia, aku merasa diriku mengeras dengan inginkan. Kami sudah telah menyerang satu sama lain setelah balapan. Pada kenyataannya, Jared dan Tate dan Fallon dan saya semua datang langsung di sini setelah balapan, melompat-lompat api unggun sama sekali. Mereka pergi ke kamar mereka, dan kami datang untuk kita.Dia akan slug saya jika aku bangun dia untuk seks, meskipun. Bukan berarti aku akan. Dia merasa lelah.Mengambil napas dalam-dalam, saya melemparkan dari selimut saya dan keluar dari tempat tidur, menarik di piyama celana dan meninggalkan secepat mungkin. Semakin keras saya, semakin aku tidak ingin menjadi terhormat.Jadi aku meninggalkan.Aku turun ke basement, menggosok ibu jari di jari-jari saya seluruh jalan. Sudah berbulan-bulan sejak saya bermain, dan aku merasa dengungan di tanganku. Tombol yang sejuk di bawah ujung jari saya.Bermain tidak obsesi atau sesuatu yang perlu saya lakukan. Aku hanya menghargai memiliki keterampilan untuk bermain, meskipun. Setiap orang harus memiliki cara mengungkapkan diri mereka sendiri, membiarkan stres-bahkan jika itu hanya seksual frustrasi bagi saya sekarang.Menarik keluar bangku, aku duduk di keluarga saya dipugar 1921 Steinway grand piano dan diayak melalui musik, memilih bagian Dvorˇák.Menempatkan jari saya pada tombol, saya mulai bermain Catatan sama saya telah berlatih dan selama bertahun-tahun. Aku tidak mengubah musik saya banyak, lebih memilih untuk menguasai bagian sebelum saya pindah ke sesuatu yang lain, tapi aku lebih nyaman dengan musik, saya akan menemukan diriku menambahkan rasa saya sendiri. Mempercepat, memperlambat, lebih lembut, lebih sulit... Komposisi tunggal dapat memiliki arti yang begitu banyak tergantung pada orang bermain.Aku menyukai kebebasan untuk mengeksplorasi dan mengambil risiko.Yang sama dapat dikatakan untuk Fallon's skateboarding. Dia menikmati hal itu tapi hanya begitu banyak seperti dia ditinggalkan sendirian untuk itu sendiri.Kulit dingin menyentuh bahu telanjang saya, dan saya meluruskan, mengambil tangan saya lepas kunci."Addie mengatakan Anda turun di sini untuk bermain pada malam." Fallon menetapkan dagunya di atas kepalaku. "Mengapa tidak Anda hanya memiliki piano pindah lantai atas?"Aku mencapai dan mengambil tangannya. "Itu adalah sesuatu yang saya suka lakukan sendirian.""Oh," katanya dengan tenang. "Saya minta maaf." Dan dia menarik diri."Tidak, saya tidak berarti itu." Aku berbalik dan menarik kembali ke saya, menarik dia ke dalam pangkuanku. "Maksudku tanpa ayahku di sekitar. Saya ingin bermain. Aku hanya tidak ingin dipaksa."Dia bersandar kembali terhadap saya, mengangkangi kakiku dan menghadapi tombol. "Itu adalah sebuah lagu sedih."“The best music is,” I said into her ear. “I’m happy, though.”She ran a delicate hand over the keys, leaning her head back on my shoulder. “I think we should do the dancing lessons with Jared and Tate. It would be fun.” She inched up, kissing my jaw. “I still can’t believe he lost.”My chest shook. “He threw that race. You know that, right?”“He did not,” she maintained. “Tate was awesome. And . . .”I sunk my teeth into her neck, and she groaned, cutting off her own thought before it even got out. I sucked on her neck, my whole body twisting with need at the smell of her. Wrapping my arm around her stomach, I shifted my legs further apart. Since her thighs were outside of mine, she stretched wide. Keeping my mouth on her neck and my arm around her, I slipped my other hand inside of the front of her sleep shorts.“Always ready for me,” I breathed out, feeling how wet she was between her legs. I moved my mouth up the side of her face and over to her ear. The heat on my fingers shot right to my dick, and I circled her clit, feeling it get harder between my fingers.She reached behind her and grabbed the back of my head.