Chapter Thirteen
Harshal
The race is held in a field covered by trees and it almost looks like a mini forest in Flagstaff.
There are a bunch of people here with food, drinks, and music.
Fairy lights are strung up on the trees and there are tables for people to sit down and eat while still having an impeccable view of the race.
The track is outlined by some yellow tape, it looks like caution tape, and it’s quite big and long.
“Is that caution tape?” I ask.
Brunelle shrugs.
“I don’t know but this place is awesome!”
“Who is racing?” I ask.
“There was a post posted on a private Instagram account with the names of the racers.” She replies. “Let me pull it up.”
I find us a table and we sit. A few seconds later Brunelle shows me the post she was speaking of. I take her phone and look at the names listed. My breathing falters and my blood runs cold when I read his name. Looking up I spot him staring directly at me.
“Wraith is racing?” I hiss, looking at Brunelle.
“If his name is in the post then yes.” She says, taking her phone back.
“He has a car?” I ask. “I’ve only ever seen him with a motorcycle.”
“He can race with his motorcycle.” She says.
I look back at Wraith and he’s still staring at me.
A smile finds its way on his lips and he winks at me as Frani talks to him.
He has a red cup in his hand and he lifts it to his lips to drink whatever liquid is in the cup.
My eyes fall to his throat and a lump forms in my own as I watch the muscles in his throat work to swallow whatever he’s drinking.
“Drinking and riding isn’t legal.” I state.
Brunelle follows my gaze and shrugs.
“How do you know it’s liquor, it could be water or juice.”
He’s still drinking and a line of clear liquid flows down his neck and my mouth waters with the desire to lick the liquid off his neck, wondering what his wet flesh would taste like.
I bite my lip as the liquid wets his white tank top, making the top of it see through.
Finally, he pulls the cup from his lips and his eyes fly directly to mine.
He gives me a knowing smirk before his tongue darts out to lick his lips. .. seductively.
“Damn to have the chance to ride that tongue of his.” Brunelle mumbles.
I look at her and she’s looking at Wraith with lust in her eyes.
“Damn it I need a drink!” she exclaims getting up.
I watch her walk to where they’re serving the drinks before I hear a chair slide across the ground. Turning I see Wraith sitting directly across from me.
“Hi, Grey Eyes.” He says.
“Hi.” I croak.
“What are you doing here?” he asks. “Come to see me race?”
“No, I came to see the race.” I clarify.
“It’s kind of the same thing.” He says, leaning back in his chair.
His muscular tattooed arms look bigger and like they’d crush anything with ease.
“You came to see the race... the race I’m in, so you came to see me race.”
“Whatever floats that boat of yours.” I remark.
“What if I said you float my boat?” he asks, leaning closer to me.
I snort laugh. “Then I’d let your boat sink.”
“Well, it’s good I know how to swim.” He says. “And I’d love to swim in your ocean, just so I can explore you and get to know you... internally.”
His gaze is heated as it stays on me, making me warm in a weird way.
“And if there’s nothing in my ocean?” I ask.
“Every beautiful ocean has it’s hidden treasure.” He responds.
I feel my cheeks grown even hotter. He brings his cup up to his lips and finishes the drink.
“If you’re racing why are you drinking?” I ask.
Coming closer to me he sits down and his lips glisten with whatever he was drinking.
I watch him wipe his mouth with his thumb and he brings it to my lips.
My mouth automatically opens out of curiosity.
His thumb enters my mouth and my lips latch onto his digit to suck on it.
The taste of soda and the salty taste of flesh explode on my tongue.
“That’s how I’m drinking and racing.” He says, his voice gravelly.
He pulls his thumb from my lips and I swallow the remnants of the soda and the taste of his skin that linger in my mouth. I’m rendered speechless as Brunelle comes back to sit down.
“I’m going to go get another drink, do you want one?” he asks, standing up.
I look him in the eye as he does so before shaking my head. He shrugs.
“Suit yourself.” He says before walking away.
Brunelle and I watch him get another drink before she speaks through gritted teeth,
“Damn he’s fine.”
I hum in response just as some frat boy whistles to get the crowds attention.
“Welcome everyone!” he shouts looking as boyish as a college male can.
Some people cheer lightly and he gives them a giant grin and the piece sign.
“This is the first race our Fraternity, Freternity Frat,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “Has hosted a race!”
The crowd erupts in cheers.
“My name is Zachery and I will be announcing the racers and stuff like that and to start this epic race we have Jordan Leamers and Eric Krept.”
A young woman pops out of the crowd with a helmet in her hands and a guy follows her, he too carrying a helmet.
I’m assuming his name is Eric and the girls name is Jordan.
They walk to their motorcycles and hop on.
The vehicles are nice but they’re nothing compared to Wraith and his family’s bikes.
Wraith, Frani, and Fritzi leave their spots to walk closer to the track and Wraith takes a sip of his fresh drink.
A young woman in a short black and white checkered dress with a black and white checkered flag half the size of her body steps onto the track.
The bikes roar to life and the girl raises the flag, doing some type of cheerleading type of pose before dramatically dropping the flag.
The riders zoom off and the crowd begins to surround the track, blocking my view with the exception of a little hole by Wraiths arm.
Rolling my eyes I look up and see Brunelle standing on the table to watch the race.
I tap her leg to get her attention. She looks down at me with a warm smile on her face.
“I’m going to go get a drink.” I announce. “And maybe something to eat.”
“Okay.” She gives me a thumbs up.
Getting up from the table I walk over to where the drinks are being made and look at what they have to offer.
Water, sodas, and a bunch of adult beverages.
I order a Martini before going over to the food and ordering some French Fries and a Hotdog.
When I get back to the table I begin to eat and pull out my phone.
I get a notification from one of the social media apps I have saying that Brunelle is going live on her private account.
Looking up I see her with her phone out recording the race so I click on the notification and begin to watch the live stream. It looks like the girl is in the lead.
“One more lap!” I hear Zachery say in what sounds like a bullhorn.
The guy tries to catch up to Jordan but she’s too fast and maneuvers through the track like a worm in dirt. And just like that, not too long later, Jordan’s bike gracefully passes the finish line first. People cheer, the girls cheering the loudest.
“Talk about female empowerment!” Brunelle shouts.
A group of males surround the guy that loss as the new racers ready themselves at the finish line. One is a car and the other is another bike.
“That’s not fair.” I say to no one in particular.
I raise my Martini up to my lips to finish the drink but jump and nearly choke on my drink when I hear Brunelle speak,
“How so?”
I cough and punch myself in the chest to keep myself from choking to death.
“The vehicles are different, and we all know a bike goes faster than a car which means the bike will most likely win.” I state once I’ve recovered.
“This may sound cliché but never judge a book by its cover, because you never know the ways life can surprise you.” Brunelle said.
“The bike is going to lose.” Wraith said, his voice close to my ear.
I startle and look to the side of me and see him sitting directly next to me.
I sit my empty cup down. I didn’t feel his body heat before but I damn sure do now and his body heat mixing with my own and the humidity in the Arizona’s summer/fall air is.
.. hot to say the least. How long has he been sitting here?
When did he move? And how did I not notice him sit beside me?
He’s leaning over to look at my phone screen and I just stare at him for a quick second.
“Got tired of standing.” He says as if I had asked one of the million questions floating in my head out loud.
I don’t say anything and Zachery begins to shout stuff in his bullhorn, things I’m no longer interested in or care for at the moment.
My tongue is set ablaze as the memory of Wraith’s thumb in my mouth comes back to me.
I had forgot about it due to me being focused on the race but now I couldn’t care less about the race as the salty taste of his flesh on my tastebuds comes back to me.
I want to suck on him again, any part as long as it’s.
.. him. My eyes advert to his moist lips and his tongue darts out to wet them and damn it if I were a cartoon character I’m sure I’d have drool dripping from the corner of my mouth.
“You don’t have to eye fuck me and fantasize about me when I’m right here, all you have to do is ask.” He says, his eyes glued to my phone as the race goes on.