17. Meadow
Meadow
“ Y ou know how to drift?” I lean back, and my jaw drops for a moment before I pick it up off the floor. Tires screech and the wind blows in my face as the car reaches one hundred and fifty.
“Did you forget who my father is?” she shifts the stick with ease, this muscle car is moving smoothly under her trained hands.
I immediately comment, “I could never. One of the coolest people on this planet.”
The vibrations are wild.
She looks delicious next to me, taking control of a monster car, taming it like a pro.
Sexy as hell as excitement dances in her eyes.
Those hot red lips make me drift to places I shouldn’t. I want to though. Her hair bounces with every shift and curve of the road. Damn! Who is this woman? The one I also had the best sex of my life with.
We’re speeding on the road, The Garage is a speck behind us as I look from miles away. It feels like catching a glimpse of heaven and taunting the devil below. This place was made for her. I smile like an idiot but I don’t give a shit. She can overdrive all she wants.
I crank up the music, Chemical by Post Malone comes on next and I chuckle at the irony.
“You have a smoke?”
I fish inside my pocket but already knowing I don’t, “No, I left my pack in the room.”
She slows the car, and I slant my gaze and follow her movements as she pulls out a cigarette she tucked inside the waistband of her underwear.
“That’s impressive.”
“I have another inside my bra too,” she points out.
“Save it for later, one is enough.” I search for a lighter in the glove compartment. “Found it,” I flick the lighter and sear the tip with the flame.
I tuck it between her red lips, letting her take a few pulls. The imprint of her red lipstick covers the butt of the cigarette but I take a few pulls myself anyway.
“Red suits you,” she teases, smiling like the happiest girl in the whole world. We exchange the cigarette as the ride continues, filling the cabin of the car with smoke.
We’re peaceful as the song continues and the mountain peaks roll behind us.
After a few more miles, I check my phone for the time. “My race is up next, we should head back.”
When we park the car at The Garage , I exit, rounding the hood of the car, and switch places with her as she climbs over into the passenger seat .
“Are you sure you want to stay?” I ensure.
“Yes.”
“I will keep you safe.”
“I know.” She averts her gaze upfront. “Show me how you win this, champ.”
“Hold on tight.”
Instead of grabbing the seat or the door handle, her palm locks around my forearm.
“Sorry, it’s an instinct.” She says through a sly grin.
She goes to pull away. Placing my hand over hers, I place it onto my thigh instead.
“Keep it here.” I turn my gaze to the road ahead. “For good luck.”
I watch the guy who has the flag like a hawk.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
“What?”
“I’ll watch the road, and you can ensure that this race will come to an end in more ways than one.” My wicked smirk crawls across my mouth as I glance at her and back on the road.
“Drag the zipper down,” I guide her, and surprisingly she complies, “Open the button and push two fingers underneath the fabric, let them play with your soaked clit.”
“How do you know I’m soaked?” she snarks back, making a little head nod.
The moment the flag drops, I hit the clutch, throw the shifter, and slam on the gas.
“If last night rings a bell, you’re wet for me right now.” I use my deep voice, uttering those words with a knowing smirk.
Her free hand is still clasped around my thigh, occasionally squeezing me when she speeds up and the road curves but eases up once it is over.
It seems to me like she didn’t experience the kind of pleasure she yearned for. I just want to give her that and watch the pleasure coloring her beautiful features. That is my pleasure.
Her tiny moans start to fill the cabin of the car and my cock hardens but she is my responsibility. I maintain my focus on the open road ahead while my competition is on my tail, trying to move past me.
Let’s see you try your best, fucker.
“You wish it were my fingers there, don’t you?” I provoke her, knowing the thought alone gets her so turned on. “Feeling my touch slipping along your skin as you crave me and the tiny bruises I leave.”
“Mmm,” her moan tuning an octave up. “Yes…”
“Show me how wet you are.” She extracts her hand, showing me the evidence of her arousal before she pushes them back in and starts over again, harder this time.
“Open your legs a little, play with your pussy for me.”
The fucker is still kissing my ass… I mean the trunk of the car through the rearview mirror.
Amused by the way I manage to keep him behind and still enjoy her, I make a sharp U-turn and drive back to The Garage .
I’ve done a thousand races like this since I was a teen, this is nothing new to me but having her here… that’s a different level of thrill.
“Baby, let your eager fingers dive deeper inside you like my cock did multiple times.” I sneak glances at her. “I want to hear your voice crack when we reach the finish line.”
She licks her lips as her fingers work inside her wetness.
“Good, keep going.” I urge, almost ending the race. “You are being such a good girl for me.” I shift the stick and push the gas farther. “You want me to fuck your ass again, enter your tight hole with my hard cock until I bury myself deep inside you, and come.”
Giving her the incentive she needs, I let my hand slide over hers, squeezing her warmth between my thigh and hand. She lets out a breathy, “Fuck,” as the vibration underneath her pushes her to an orgasm.
I glimpse at her back curving, lips gaped as her head tips back. The rhythm of her fingers stroking her swollen clit makes me want to shove my mouth onto her pussy and eat it until her sweet taste coats my tongue.
“You’re doing such a great job, we’re about to come first.” I chose those words on purpose. “We always come first, don’t we baby?” Whenever I call her baby she moans softly and I let out a hushed chuckle, biting my lip. “My cock is leaking for you right now, watching you lose yourself like that.”
“Ahh,” that’s the final stamp before her body spasms and she comes hard on her fingers. I’m proud to hear her finish at the exact time I finish the race. The crowd circles the car but she doesn’t give a damn about it, extending her coated fingers straight into my mouth.
“You earned it, now suck my cum.”
I grab her wrist and swallow her fingers, savoring her sweet taste before she fixes her jeans.
Exiting the car, she winks at me and says, “Thanks for the ride, champ.” She walks back to her friends who drag her to the dance floor.
That desire within me burns through my veins and I grab my cock, stroking it a few times just to relieve some pressure.
Fuck.
I fix my shades and flick my ball cap backward.
When I lose control the most important thing is not to get sucked into panic. I keep calm and trust my instincts. I used to think my biggest fear was death because I’ve known it so well and up close, but it’s not.
Loss is.
Taking risks is who I am but I know my limits. Yet, I can’t predict the obstacles that may lie on the road as I take those risks.
So I always ask myself, are they worth it?
Is she a risk worth taking?
A few hours later I head straight to the bar, knowing it’d be pretty quiet. There are just a few people and Russ resting at the bar when I reach him and take a seat.
“Quite the night.” He says through a yawn and I know he must be exhausted, organizing everything for today along with my dad.
“You did a great job.” I praise him, squeezing his shoulder.
“Yeah? Everyone is having a great time? ”
I curl my mouth to the side, “You know they are.”
His jaded blue eyes stare at me with a knowing look. He knows I miss my best friends and this brings back so many memories. His hand moves up to run through the gray highlights dusting his black hair. We both stay quiet.
“Take this, you need to hydrate yourself.” Russ slides a bottle of water across the bar and I open the cap, chugging it down. I wasn’t even aware of how thirsty I was.
Well, thirsty for something else too.
Right as I avert my gaze to the bar’s entrance Blakely enters and walks to the ladies’ room. I nearly drop the bottle with the few drops that remain in it. The sweat cascading down her skin, her damp hair hugging her soft features, and that jacket sticking to her curves can turn a monk into a sinner—fuck, I want to taste and touch her again.
She looks free.
A little crazy with the gas but it’s the kind I like.
I wait a few moments for her to exit the bathroom.
As she crosses the bar again, I say, “A dónde vas?”
“To our room.” She turns her head halfway, and a mischievous curve tugs at her mouth.
“Is that an invitation?” There is a thrill in pushing the limits and finding out what lies across.
She gives a half-suppressed laugh and walks out.
“Got to go,” I tell Russ as he serves a customer and I charge toward the door. My chest heaving wildly. I lace my hands behind my neck, stretching my muscles as I reach my room.
I have the spare key but I decide to knock on the door instead and she opens it as if she anticipated my arrival.
“Wilder,” I sound out of breath, dragging my shades atop my head.
“Meadow,” she crosses her hands over her chest.
I didn’t think this through much. When it comes to Blakely I don’t. It’s like this magnet pulls us together and I can’t resist her no matter how hard I try.
“Your ex showed up,” she gazes back up at me, assessing my reaction.
My brows settle in a V-shape. “What? Where?”
“Earlier. I took care of it.” Her mouth curves to the side, attempting to smile.
“What do you mean?”
“She tried to scare me away with her intimidating glare.” Her eyebrows jump once.
I contemplate for a moment, “She’s gone?”
“I think so.” Her lips pause and move again. “I told her you moved on and that you deserve better. She is the one who needs to leave you alone because you deserve a fresh start with someone who sees you for who you are and is there for you no matter what.”
My eyes flick so fast to meet hers, they hold so much honesty that I can’t look away. “Why didn’t you come here sooner?”
“I’m here now.” The anticipation twinkling in her brown eyes drives me fucking crazy.
My fingers round her jaw, holding her delicate face. The pad of my thumb stretches her lower lip as I please. “What if it was another night?” I watch it pop back up.
I don’t know if it’s passion between us. Thrill. Madness. Teasing. Those weird jokes. Or maybe just understanding. I want just another night of us.
The corners of her mouth turn up, “Fuck yes,” she laces her hands behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.
I slightly pull back to tell her, “I have a month till my next competition.”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to be here a lot.” Her eyes studying mine. “Liar.”
“So what if I am?” My fingers apply pressure around her throat, feeling her pulse beating wildly before I let go, one finger at a time.
“We’re gonna have to stay quiet.” She holds her lip captive.
“In your dreams, Wilder.” My chest rises and falls rapidly. “But I’ll be happy to shut your mouth with my cock again.”
She yanks me inside the room and shuts the door.