Brent
She fidgets, nibbling the edge of her bottom lip as she flexes her fingers before admitting, “Somewhere? Not really. Something? Absolutely.”
“Why don’t you hop in? I’ve got a place nearby.”
It’s not a lie. In my car, I’m barely ten-minutes away from home, and the security system is linked to my licence plate…
not hers. Not that I’d ever take one of the race girls back to my place, and this one doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to just jump in with a stranger. At least, I’m hoping she isn’t.
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” she replies, her arms over her chest and pushing those pert little tits up.
The corner of my mouth pulls up in to a smile that I can’t help. Satisfaction tingles through my system. She may be here for a bit of fun, but she’s not interested in it if it comes with more danger than she’s prepared for.
My shoulder brushes against hers as the words, “Good girl,” tumble from my lips before I’ve even thought them through. At least she’s not just jumping in to cars with complete strangers.
Her thighs noticeably clench together, and my eyebrow raises while my smile grows. It wasn’t intentional, but I’ll take it.
“I know somewhere that will be quiet at this time of night. If you want to, come with. If not, no harm, no foul.”
I drop the offer in her lap and walk away after being far too close to pushing her down onto the back seat and eating her out in the middle of the road for all to see. She’s still standing there when I get to my driver’s side, hopefully considering the offer.
The sound of the door closing behind me has me turning to see her jumping into action, climbing into her car and pulling her phone out before even thinking about turning the engine over.
If she has any regard for her own safety, she’s sending her location and a pic of my car to a friend, dropping a What Three Words or Google pin to someone who will come find her if she doesn’t turn up in the morning.
Eventually, her engine roars to life, the Xenon beams lighting up the road as she waits for me to guide us away to somewhere quieter. Somewhere alone.
Daniel waves as I pass, the blue, neon glow from his undercarriage lighting him up eerily while I make sure she’s with me before opening up and manoeuvring farther away from the town, from home, from all the places I can’t risk being seen with her.
I don’t even know this girl’s name, and I don’t want to risk her getting caught up in my shit. Sad, but true. It takes just a few minutes for us to get to the spot I have in mind, the almost-country roads quiet at this time of night, especially when they know it’s race night.
Eventually, she pulls up alongside me, reversing up to the tree line like a pro, and it strikes me how few of the girls in our circle drive well enough to even bother attempting getting on the circuit with us.
Sure, some of them can drive, but they’re more than happy being a passenger princess. Weird.
Weirder still that it took her showing up for me to notice.
After sliding down the driver’s side window, I wait for her to roll hers down as she sits there, psyching herself up, or talking herself down, her fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.
“Are you just gonna sit there and ignore me now? I thought you wanted to get me all alone and get to know me a little better?” I bait. “I thought you wanted all my dark and dirty secrets?”
Not that she could ever get those out of me. Others have tried, and I’ve got the scars to prove it. Still, sitting here in the dark whilst she deliberates her life choices isn’t exactly what I had in mind.
She releases her death grip on the steering wheel, flexes her fingers and rotates her wrists before her gaze finds mine. Her deep brown hair is tucked over her shoulder, her skin glinting deliciously in the dappled light.
“I didn’t come here for your life story or your secrets,” she admits.
“No? Well, what did you come for?” I ask, already knowing the answer. It was in the irritated but turned-on look she gave me as I climbed from the car at the finish line. The way her pupils dilated as I drew closer and closer. How her breath hitched when my shoulder brushed against hers.
Hell, she’s not the only one affected by this. Her mere proximity had me at half mast, but now my cock is getting impatient, the adrenaline from the race wearing off as my body seeks out its next thrill ride: her.
“I came for a whole different kind of ride.”
You and me both, honey.
“Is that so?” I rest my forearm on the steering wheel to take her in properly. “Then, I guess you’d better climb across those seats, pop that passenger door open, and ask me fucking nicely for my cock.”
Heat swirls in her gaze, and her mouth pops open in surprise.
A nice-looking girl like her has probably never had someone rough and ready in the bedroom.
Her usual boy toys probably ask for permission and then lick her like a lollipop before coming on an, “Oh, my,” in their shorts mere seconds later.
That’s not how it’s gonna go down here.
I don’t play nice, but I know exactly how to make her feel good. She’ll remember her night on the road side for a long fucking time, and not because I come quick like the three-pump-chumps she’s used to.
“My friends know where I am,” she declares.
“Good.”
“They’ll come looking for me if I don’t check in with them in an hour.”
“Might want to make that two.” I wink. Told you, three-pump-chumps.
“If I don’t answer that call at exactly one a.m., they’ll call the police.”
“That’s less than an hour,” I say, confirming the time on the clock. Not a lot less, but still. “And you can answer whatever call you need to, babe, but I’m not stopping.”