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  By

  Amanda Heartley

  Copyright © 2015 ▪ Amanda Heartley

  Published By: Heartley Publishing

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  More Books From Amanda

  Acknowledgements

  About The Author

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Amanda Heartley

  Published By: Heartley Publishing

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  Book Description

  In the final, heart-throbbing installment of the Fueled Obsession series, Jackson continues on his quest to quash his demons. Is he really destined for a life of lies and heartache—or does he finally find redemption?

  Mollie has come into her own—and does she have a surprise for Jack! With every look, and every sinfully sweet kiss, the attraction between them is undeniable. Now she must make a decision. The cute frat boy who changed his evil ways? Or the hard-bodied bad boy who stole her heart?

  Reality TV is not all it’s cracked up to be with lies, deceit, and a handful of rebels vying for the top spot. Jackson needs to keep his cool. He can’t go back to his bad boy ways—not while the cameras are rolling, anyway.

  He has to win the big race. He keeps his mouth shut, trains hard, and he’s the best driver he’s ever been. Little do they know, he’s gearing up for a different race altogether...the race for Mollie’s heart.

  When an unexpected visitor shows up… she changes their whole life.

  Chapter One — Mollie

  I lay there with Jack and thought about what Jernigan had told him about his so-called father. I didn’t even know Jack had a father. I turned toward him and curled my arm around his waist—his skin was hot under my fingertips. “What are you going to do? About the father thing?”

  “I don’t know.” He reached his arm across me and caressed my hip. His hand found its way up to the base of my neck and twirled my hair in his fingers—not for the first time, either. I’d noticed a few times in the night that he’d twirl and play with my hair. I figured it must be a calming thing for him, but I didn’t mind at all. He was looking at me, but I could tell his thoughts were off in another place.

  He continued, “I can’t believe some guy just comes out of the woodwork and claims that he’s my father. I mean, if he is, where the hell has he been all my life? And if he isn’t, he probably shouldn’t fuck around like that—but Jernigan said he does look a lot like me. Could be legit. Who knows?” He waggled his eyebrows and smiled at me. “Probably because I’m going to be a celebrity.”

  I giggled with him as I thought about the reality TV show. I really hoped Jack would win whatever the prize was going to be. It’d be great for his ego, and his self esteem. “I guess I’ll just have Jernigan check him out. I’m sure he could run a background check or something.”

  “Can you imagine? What if he is your father? Like for real?” I let out a long sigh and my hand reached around and traced the tattoo on Jack’s “kill zone”. I smiled. Just the fact that Jack had this tattoo made me giggle, especially since he had the Prince Albert piercing so close to it. I reached my hand down, curled my fingers around his shaft and stroked the soft, silky skin.

  “Mollie…”

  I put my forefinger on the metal ring that pierced the bottom of his shaft. “Does this hurt?” I asked as I gently wiggled the ring with my forefinger.

  He smiled. “No, it doesn’t hurt. Tickles a little.”

  I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and licked the tip. He let out a moan and ran his fingers through my hair. I was nervous. I wasn’t like those other girls Jack usually hung out with. I mean, he was only the second guy I’d ever been with, and he’d had a lot of girls. My first boyfriend was a high school crush a few years ago, right after my mom died. That was an epic fail.

  “Mollie, you don’t have to—”

  I had this overwhelming urge to suck him into my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue and ran it across the metal ring, then sucked the tip lightly. I looked up at him and saw he had a small smile on his face, like he was waiting, wanting something to happen.

  “I want to.” I took his cock into my mouth and started tracing my tongue in circles over the tip. His hands went to my head and tangled in my hair as he let out a low moan. I’d never done this before—I’d never sucked a dick. I’d played and stroked, but never had one in my mouth and I found that I enjoyed it. A lot.

  “Oh, God, Mollie.” I couldn’t believe he was enjoying what I was doing so much. I mean, after all the women he’d been with, I’d have thought he’d have had a better blowjob than this.

  I continued stroking and sucking until I felt his hips tighten a little. I was kind of worried what I’d do if he came in my mouth. Do I swallow? I thought better about it as I wasn’t sure I was ready for that and slowly traced my tongue up his chest and kissed him.

  “Make love to me, Jack.”

  “You sure, Mollie?”

  “Yes, I’m totally sure. I really want this. I want you—unless you don’t want to?” My eyes met his and I knew he was going through a lot. I didn’t want to put any more pressure on him, but I had this overwhelming desire to feel him inside me. I wanted the pleasure of our lovemaking to take away some of his pain. Maybe it was the nurse in me, or maybe the fact that I’d lost my mom and knew what it felt like. I wanted to be his comfort.

  He grabbed a foil pack from his wallet and ripped it open with his teeth. As he rolled it down over his hard cock, I wondered if the tight rubber would tear. I watched him expertly don the condom and it just made me want him more. My breathing became heavier and I was a little embarrassed by the wetness between my legs, though I don’t know why—it was obvious he wanted me.

  My whole body trembled as I rolled over and lay back on the bed. He lifted himself up over me and slid between my thighs. His thick dick teased my lips and I wanted to move my hips up to meet his. “God, Mollie. You’re so wet,” he whispered, as he inched slowly inside me. He pushed his hips forward, and the moan that came out of me was deep, like a low growl,

  “Oh, God. Oh, Jack…” I whimpered. Fuck, his cock was so big. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my face. I blushed a little—I had no idea what I looked like at that moment, but I wanted to be the most beautiful sight in the world to him. The look on his face told me I was. I smiled and traced my fingertips down his sides. When I reached his hips, he thrust his dick harder and I held him there, tight. I wanted to feel him fill me up, deep inside. I let out another low groan. “Jack, you’re amazing. You feel so good.” He smiled a crooked smile and pulled his cock out, just a little, then circled his hips as he slid back inside me. He bent down to kiss me and whispered in my ear.

  “I love you, Mollie.”

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  He pushed into me again and those words, and his body pressed tight against mine, took me over the edge. My back arched and I grabbed at the sheets, searching for anything to hold onto as his hips stuttered, and he let out a loud moan. “Mollie, I love you. I fucking love you,” he cried out as he came inside me.

  He whispered again, “I love you Mollie,” through
his hot breath as he crushed my lips with his. God, I so wanted to love him, too. Our bodies trembled together, and as we lay there for a moment catching our breath, I held onto him so tight. A million feelings were crashing into me at once, so I held a little tighter and finally spoke, through labored breath.

  “Jack?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think I love you, too,” I said, and looked into his sparkling green eyes. I was afraid of him, only because I didn’t know if he could stay with one woman, but we had to try. He’d been through enough and I knew if I couldn’t be his girlfriend, then I would be his best friend—but I would never leave his side.

  “Molls, I’m really not a good guy. I’ve done some things in my life that would probably make you hate me if you knew.”

  “Jack, that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is we’re here, were together, and from the looks of things, we’re in love. That’s all that matters to me right now.” I sighed, and silently hoped he wasn’t going to push me away this time, even though I knew he’d have things to work through. He’d just lost his mother and found out he might have a father—and he was a drug addict. Not a good combo and I wondered what I was getting into again.

  “Mollie, I don’t know how much I’ll be able to see you over the next few months. I mean…with Redemption Road and all. You know they’re going to be filming everything I do.”

  He’s already pushing. “Cool. As long as they don’t film you in fancy hotel rooms,” I laughed as I tried to get my mind back on positive things.

  “No, baby, I won’t let them in the hotel room, I promise.” He reached over and kissed my forehead and for the first time in a long time, I felt safe. I felt safe here in his arms, and although I knew he had some big emotions to deal with, there was no other place I’d rather be, and no other person I’d rather be with than him. Especially not Mr. Everyone-Thinks-He’s-Perfect. I’ll deal with Dylan and Natalie later. Jack is my Mr. Perfect.

  “So, what’s next?” I asked as I wondered what he was thinking. He sat up on the side of the bed and I scooted over and wrapped my arm around his waist, tickling his six-pack with my fingertips. He shivered at my touch.

  “I have an interview tomorrow, and I’d like you to go with me. I don’t know if they’ll be filming you or not, but since you’re my girl, they may want to. You are my girl, right?”

  I smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “What about Dylan?”

  “I’m not his girl. He’s just a friend.”

  He turned and put his hand on my shoulder. “Mollie—” He hesitated, and looked around the room—like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how. He looked back at me and continued. “Mollie, I don’t ever want to hurt you. I know I’ve been a douche bag a few times with you already, and Dr. Gray says I have a tendency to open up just a little and then push people away—and honest to God, Mollie, I don’t want to push you away. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the only person in my life that has ever given a shit about me, and I don’t ever want to lose that.”

  My eyes got wet listening to him, because I knew what he’d been through with his mother. I wanted to love him, and cherish him, and help him get through the pain, but Dr. Gray wasn’t the only one who knew that when he pushed people away, he pushed hard. He was trying to get his life back on track and he’d done well so far, and I was probably more excited about it than he was. Jack didn’t seem to fully understand the challenges he’d still have to face, but I was more than willing to be by his side to help him get through it all.

  “Jack?”

  “Yeah, what is it, baby girl?” he replied as he pulled the condom off his soft dick and tossed it into the trash.

  “You know I’m here for you and I’ll be here for you. If you want me to go with you to Redemption Road, I will—but I think you’ve got this.”

  “Thanks, Molls. To be honest with you, I’ve never been on TV before—unless I was getting arrested for something and I was on the news, so I am kind of nervous. But I think if maybe I saw your beautiful face behind the cameraman, not necessarily beside me, that it might make me feel a little better. Safer, because right now my heart is in my throat just thinking about it.”

  “Well, then, there ya go! What time is your interview?” I’d be there. With him. For him. For however long it takes.

  Chapter Two — Jack

  I packed up my belongings, which surprisingly fit into three medium-sized cardboard boxes. A few guys from the Redemption Road crew were outside, waiting to film me as I loaded up and left the place I’d called home for so long. I'd never thought it would have been such a big deal, but as I looked around the place, it affected me a lot more than I'd thought it would have. I wasn’t blown away by happy memories, but at how much I’d been through—all the crap and abuse. I thought about how many times I'd had to clean up vomit, or how I'd come home to find some guy in my mother’s bed, or lying on the couch. I thought about how many times I’d slid the dresser in front of my bedroom door, even as an adult, because Nellie would turn into a freakin' banshee whenever she drank cheap wine. That was all behind me now. My life now was Mollie and Redemption Road.

  Mike, the main guy on my film crew, had wanted to come inside to shoot some footage, but I'd politely refused to let him past the door. Not so much for my own sake, because for me it didn’t matter, but for Nellie's. I didn’t want anyone else to have any reason to talk about my dead mother. I hadn't even let Mollie come over because the place was a friggin’ wreck. It was bad enough that I'd lived like this with her, but the whole world didn’t have to know about it. The best thing that bastard landlord could do would be to burn this place down to the ground after I'd left. Now, I was gone, and Nellie was gone. It would be best to just let it burn. God knows, I’d never be back.

  I walked out of the house to make the first trip out with my things. I figured I’d get everything I wanted in two trips. Some of the neighbors came outside to watch and they wished me well. I’d be living at the Redemption Road house from now on, and at least for the next few months while they filmed the racers interacting with one another and competing for the crown. I still had a hard time believing what was happening.

  The film crew didn’t ask me any questions—the interview was rescheduled, and they simply asked me to stop and look back at the house, then turn and look at the horizon. They also filmed me hugging little Ricky and Andre, then I pulled my car out of the drive and they filmed that, too. I guess I’d have to get used to sharing everything with the world. This was going to be weird, but I knew it’d be worth it. I was now a real racecar driver, a minor celebrity, and I could potentially win the purse of one hundred thousand dollars, when I took the top spot. Even if I didn’t win, I was already getting paid ten thousand a week, just to be on the program. But I was going to win—for Mollie.

  I drove out of the Village, down Raven Hill Road, and passed the closed clinic. My heart skipped a beat every time I drove by there. That’s where I’d officially met my sweet angel and gotten to know her—well, after I'd tried to practically kill her at the lights. I hated that the place had been forced to close down from lack of funds. The neighborhood needed their clinic open and I wished there was something I could do to help, but right now, all my efforts had to be focused on The Road.

  The Redemption Road house was in a private locale that was hidden from any highway or main road. Sylvia had shown me pictures of it and it was kind of a ranch-looking house. It had four comfortable suites, one for each driver, and we'd share the common areas, which included a man cave, game room, swimming pool and kitchen. We’d each been given a driving instructor who would help us finesse our styles and make us “Redemption Road Ready”, Sylvia had said. For the first few weeks, we were to train on the home track, and then we'd go on the road and race around the country. The actual competitions wouldn’t begin until the second month, and the winner would be announced once all the points had been accumulated at the end of all the
races.

  It was complicated, but also exciting, and unlike the other three guys, my driving coach was a woman named Dixie Trammel—a girl. I’d met her once, and spent a few hours with her on the track the day before. She had a racing pedigree, and her father, Giant Trammel, had been a racing legend who'd taken her under his wing at a young age. He'd taught her all he knew about racing but, sadly, Giant had been killed by a drunk driver the previous year, and Dixie had stepped into his shoes— quite gracefully, I might add.

  At first, I was a little pissed by the fact that I'd been assigned a girl instructor, but once we'd gotten out on the track, she’d shown me her skills and experience. It was obvious that Dixie knew racing—professional racing—not the kind of racing I'd been used to, where you'd cut off the competition and cheat every chance you got, and she was hard-assed from the start.

  “Okay, asshole. Stop driving like a crackhead and listen to what I am saying,” she'd said. Unfortunately, the cameras had been rolling at our first track encounter, and I'd left that feeling pretty stupid after her comment. She came to me afterward to make peace, and with her brown hair in a bun on top of her head and freckles splashed across her nose from the heat, she looked cute—but she was one tough lady.

  “Listen, you’ve got what it takes, but I have to be hard on you. This may be tough for you to accept, Jack, but you aren’t as good as you think you are. Actually, you’re probably better than you know, but you’ve picked up a lot of bad habits street racing. We’ve got to re-train you, Jack. Are you willing to learn—from a girl?” She grinned up at me and blocked the sun from her eyes with her hand. I suddenly thought about Mollie at work—she was waiting to find out when I’d get a break. Yeah, she was finally my girl. Fuck Dylan. Fuck Natalie, and anyone else who didn’t want us to be together. She was mine.