I don’t need a fourth.
“You’re going to win, right?” I say to Dino.
He shifts the car into gear. “Of course I’ll win.”
“You’re going to beat all of these cars that have twice the horsepower we do?”
“Babe, I’m going to tear up the fucking road.”
“Good, because I’m not fucking him,” I say, inclining my head to Razor.
Dino snorts. “If you’re fucking anyone, feisty girl, it’ll be me.”
The race begins explosively. My heart picks up speed as the car does. Almost immediately, Dino is out in front. Razor is close behind, on his tail. As we take the first corner, my stomach flips. I grip the leather in anticipation, almost orgasming from Dino accelerating so hard.
The next corner is even better. We shoot out of the curve, the tail end of the Aston drifting sideways in a perfect line. If anything can come close to killing and fucking, it’s sitting in the passenger seat of the a high performance sports car during an illegal race through the streets of West London.
Dino’s gaze darts to me and he grins. “You’re loving this.”
If he fucks like he drives… “You’re better than Jude behind the wheel,” I say.
“Fuck Jude, he doesn’t even come close.”