Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

parties are really to vet the driving teams. They’re to make sure no undercover cops infiltrate the club from what I’m told.

To the outside world this looks like a normal party, in some mansion, filled with a bunch of wealthy pricks, their drivers, and their girlfriends. You can tell the drivers from the bags who finance them by the team smoke jackets the drivers have on.

I opted out of wearing my team’s jacket tonight. In my head, I figured I might be able to earn my way up the ranks of my team through my looks. Don’t ask me how. I haven’t made sense of things that far.

Maybe someone will pay my team sponsor to see me on the track. I don’t know. I’m usually a lot smarter than this, but I’m banking so much on a team I don’t think has what it takes for me to get this done. Not without me driving.

Which is why I’m literally dressed like Jessica Rabbit. Red sparkly dress and red hair to match. My girl perfected this unit, and my makeup is flawless.

“Think, Ven, think,” I mutter to myself.

Suddenly all the air seems to be sucked out of the room. I turn to look up at the balcony and stairs that lead down into the party. There he stands.

I’ve never seen Pit look more attractive. He’s in a tailor-made tux like most of the other team owners. He stands with his hands in his pockets, taking in the room below him like some type of king.

The undercut hairstyle he’s been wearing in the last year has complimented his face, but tonight it makes him look especially clean-cut. Although, I don’t think there’s anything that can take away from the intense look on his face.

“Shit,” I breathe.

I’m in trouble. How the heck did he know I’d be here? As soon as I have the thought, his intense green gaze locks on me.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of me as he removes his hands from his pockets to fasten his tux jacket before he turns for the stairs and descends them with all that big dick energy rolling off of him, me still locked in his sight. It’s as if his presence has taken over the room. People step out of his way to make a path for his large frame to get through.

The music has even started to pulse in time to his movements as if he’s willing it. Is it getting hot in here? My brain is scrambled by the time he gets to me.

He places his hand on my waist and leans into my ear. “I told you to forget about this. Why are you here, Mayven?”

I’m sorry. Did he just say something? Honey. For Christmas, I’ve purchased each of the guys their own scent. I picked Mont Blanc Legend Spirit for Pit.

He’s wearing it now and it’s not overshadowed by the smell of cigarette smoke. I have to stifle a moan. I want nothing more than to tug him to me and inhale him.

My nipples tighten and my pulse picks up. Heck, my pussy gains a pulse of her own. I have to place a hand on his chest to steady myself.

I shake my head clear. “I told you, I have to be here.”

“Why?”

“Will,” I do moan this time as he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me in close. “Please, I’ve never held anything back from you before.”

“Exactly,” he hisses as he moves to place the tip of his nose against mine.

We’re both silent as we have a stare off. I’m the first to break it as I close my eyes and relish in the feel of his hold. I don’t miss he’s growing hard against my belly.

“You know me,” I say. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.”

“You’re already doing this wrong,” he says after a few beats.

He runs his fingertips up my bare back and I’m pretty sure my knees almost give out. When he gets to my nape, he grasps the back of my neck. I gasp and open my eyes.

I look up at him pleadingly. I can’t give him what he’s asking for, but I need to do this. He searches my face with his gaze, his brow pinched.

“Fine, if you need to do this. We do it my way or you’re walking your ass out of here right now,” he says.

If I wasn’t short-circuiting from the hold he has on my neck, I’d probably hug him in relief. I have a real shot with Pit. I know I can pull this off.

My money will do nothing for me here. I need a savage behind the wheel and in life. Pit can handle himself with both.

“Pit,” someone says breaking into our moment. “I was surprised to see you joined as a sponsor.”

We both turn our heads. Will pulls a possessive move and wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me into his side. I’m stunned at first but recover quickly. Standing before us is a handsome man with olive skin and hazel eyes.

“Marquis,” Pit says at the same time I think it.

He’s a bit older than we are, but from his looks, I don’t think it’s by much. He has a regal air about him. The two man are definitely giving off alpha vibes.

A tiny smile comes to my lips when Pit doesn’t back down in the silent spar they have going. It’s all kinds of hot. In the end, Marquis nods. “I didn’t think Knight allowed you next to this type of activity.”

“Well, there you go. You’re assuming someone has the power to allow me to do anything. I don’t answer to anyone. My money is good here, so my team plans to race,” Pit replies.

“Fair enough.” Marquis turns his gaze on me. “You’re a lucky man. I’ve been trying to make my way to this little one here to find out who she belongs to.”

I go to tell him I don’t belong to anyone, but Pit pinches