Chapter 8
Caydence
The game was amazing, although Devon hurt two people when taking them down.
One was even carted off the field. Now I stand outside the field house waiting for Colt.
After what happened with Devon, I debated even showing up.
But I’m not actually sure what happened with Devon to begin with.
He came out of nowhere and blindsided me.
Not that I didn’t like it, I did. I just don’t know what caused him to react that way.
“Hey,” I look up when I hear Colt and smile.
“Hi. I didn’t know if this was the right spot,” I explain unsure if this was where he meant to meet.
“This is fine. You ready?”
“Yeah, I am.” We walk toward the parking lot, talking about the game and laughing about some of the cheerleaders who didn’t know their routines. Colt seems easy enough to talk to.
He opens the door and ushers me in before closing it and walking around the car.
That’s when I see Devon. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but he’s arguing with Wyatt.
He shoves him back a step, and Wyatt raises his hands in the air in defeat.
Just as Colt gets in and starts the car, ready to take off, Devon turns his head.
Our eyes lock immediately, and all the air seems to shift.
There’s something about him I’m sure I should stay away from, but he draws me in anyway.
“So, how is school going for you?” Colt begins to speak as we pull out.
“Not bad. Something’s messed up with my tuition, though. They’re saying I don’t owe anything, which is bullshit.”
“Really? Probably some glitch. They’re always having some kind of problems.”
We continue talking about school and our peers as he drives to wherever we’re going. I should have asked, but I didn’t. I know Megan has my location, so that makes me feel a little better. We don’t go anywhere without each other’s locations these days.
We pull up to an old race track, and Colt kills the engine. We both climb out, and I walk around the car to see a ton of people and music blasting.
“What is this?”
“You ever been to an illegal race before?”
“No. What kind of race?”
“A bunch of college kids come out and bet money on the fastest car. Winner takes all,” he explains. I smile. I’ve never been to anything like this before, and I’m kind of excited about it.
Colt leads me through the crowd of people before he grabs us some drinks. I’m not much of a drinker, but I suppose it couldn’t hurt to have a few tonight.
“This guy is good,” he tells me as two cars line up at the starting line.
There’s a girl in barely there shorts and a tiny shirt waving a flag in the air.
She drops her arm, and the cars take off around the racetrack.
My eyes are glued to the scene in front of me.
I can’t seem to look away. This is amazing.
The cars round the corner, and everyone is holding their breath until one pulls ahead and crosses the finish line. Everyone erupts in screams and cheers as I clap my hands.
“That was awesome!” I yell.
“You like it?”
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” I admit to him. He smiles back at me, and we watch as the next racers get ready. We watch a ton of them until I want to get closer.
“Can we go up there?” I ask Colt. He nods and grabs my hand, pulling me behind him through the crowd. I take a drink of my beer as we near the starting line. My heart is beating so hard, adrenaline coursing through me. This is something I’ve never experienced in my life.
“How’s this?” he asks when we’re in front of everyone.
“Perfect!” He smiles down at me, and then we turn to watch the next race. The cars take off as she drops the flag once more, and I find myself cheering them on. Colt wraps his arm around my waist as I jump up and down, cheering.
The cars around the track are going faster than I’ve ever seen anyone go in my life.
“Oh my God,” I say when I see the cars coming to the starting line.
This is it. Who’s going to win? They speed past the line, and the sleek black car wins.
He rounds the track once more, slowing down this time until it comes to a stop right in front of us.
The crowd is going insane, screaming and cheering.
The driver steps out, and my heart stops beating.
That can’t be him. It can’t be the same person. My eyes lock on the glowing green of the mask the guys wearing. He raises his hand in the air, and the crowd screams louder, but I’m stunned. Standing still in shock.
The man looks around the crowd before stopping on me. My heart kicks up a notch. Does he recognize me? It doesn’t take long to figure out when he raises his hand, presses it to his lips, and blows a kiss in my direction. I feel like I can’t get enough air into my lungs.
I turn and shove my way through the crowd, needing to get the hell out of here. I pull my phone out and pull up the app for Uber. Glancing over my shoulder, I don’t even think Colt knows I’m gone.
I cross my arms over my chest and walk toward the entrance in the dark. It’s so fucking dark out here that I can barely see where I’m going. The party still roars behind me, but I need to get the hell out of here.
I stand here for a few minutes when a car pulls up, which I assume is my Uber driver. I sigh, knowing I can get out of here without having to tell Colt what that was all about.
I climb in the front seat as I usually do and buckle my seatbelt as the car takes off. I rattle off the address before I turn and gasp.
“Let me out,” I say softly.
“No.”
“Let me out of the car,” I say once more.
“I said no.” I’m trying to listen to his voice to see if it’s someone I know, but I don’t recognize it.
“I just want to go home,” I say, nearly in tears.
The man in the mask doesn’t say another word as he drives.
I watch our surroundings, and I can see he’s actually driving toward my house.
When we get closer, he pulls to the side of the road, and I reach for the door handle, but he’s faster.
He grabs my wrist and flashes a knife as my breathing becomes uneven and shaky.
“Please, don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He sets the knife on his lap and pushes me back in the seat.
I watch him slip his glove off one hand before pressing it to my stomach.
I’m trembling, unsure what’s about to happen when he slips his hand into the front of my jeans.
A whimper leaves my lips, and he goes lower.
His hand grabs my pussy roughly before sliding his fingers into my panties.
I should scream, right? Would someone hear me?
They would have to, but as I glance out the window, there’s no one around.
“Don’t scream. Not yet,” he says as I gasp. How did he know what I was about to do? His fingers find me wet. Don’t ask me why I’m wet, I don’t fucking know. This is the reckless part of me. The part that craves things I shouldn’t.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so wet,” he says as his finger dips inside me. He works his finger in and out, and eventually, I start to move with him.
“Please,” I whisper. What am I asking for? I don’t even know.
“You’re fucking my hand so good, baby doll. Keep going,” he urges, and for some stupid reason, I do. I keep fucking his fingers, and he keeps moving them until I can’t take much more. He groans; he has to know I’m close.
“Go ahead, baby doll. Let go. Come all over my fucking hand,” he encourages me. I begin to move faster, taking his fingers deeper when it hits me.
“Oh God,” I cry out as I let my release wash over me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, waves of pleasure shooting through me. I stop moving, but his fingers don’t. They pull every last drop out of me before he slips his hand out of my jeans.
I can feel my cheeks heat from embarrassment. The masked man moves his hand to the front of his mask, inhaling my scent off his hand. My breathing is still a little sporadic, and I’m uncertain what to do now.
He sits there, watching me, but doesn’t say a word.
A good five minutes passes and he turns to the road.
He pulls from the side of the road where he’d stopped and drives the rest of the way to my house.
I jolt slightly when he reaches across the front of me, pops open the door, and allows me to leave.
I climb out on shaking limbs, looking back into the car at him before closing the door. My heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my chest as I turn and walk up the stairs to the front door. As I pull my key out, he takes off.