Traction (The Driven World)

“I’m not like most women, slick,” I tell him. “I’m nothing like those girls you’re used to. I’m different, and if you think you’ll ever get between my legs, you’re sorely mistaken.”

My words cause him to chuckle, and I know he doesn’t believe me. I don’t even believe me. The lie is clear on my tongue, and it tastes as bitter as I thought it would. If I had said this a few days ago, it would’ve been the truth because I truly hated him for his actions.

But now … now I’m just another groupie wanting a taste of the bad-boy racer who thinks he owns everything he touches, including me.

“I don’t expect you to give in easily,” he whispers before pushing away from me, leaving me ice cold. Every time, he leaves me shivering, wanting his warmth on me once more, and that’s what scares me the most. I ache for his nearness, and I know it’s going to be my downfall.

“I won’t.” The promise is clear, and it makes him smile. And I’m fucked because that grin is heart-stopping.

His narrowed gaze is on me, locking on mine, holding me hostage, and in turn, my breath catches in my lungs when he puts his hand on my hip.

“I know if I were to even brush a finger along your panties right now, you’d be wet,” he tells me easily, nonchalantly as if he’s talking about the weather. But my cheeks heat with a blush. “And don’t doubt, when you’re ready, when you beg for me to touch that pretty pussy, I will. And when I do, you’ll fucking scream for me. Don’t doubt it, speedy.” He turns to leave, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding. But Kayden stops, glances over his shoulder, and pins me with a glare. “Now be a good girl and go home.”8KaydenWhen my eyes open, I roll over and pull the sheets over me, gripping the pillow tighter. I came home in the early hours of the morning, and even though I told Haelee to go home, I didn’t take my own advice.

Groaning as I hit the button to shift the dark tint on the windows into visible glass, I push off the mattress and head into the bathroom, which is already lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. The brightness wakes me, and then I’m under the spray with images of last night racing through my mind. I spent it swallowing back too many shots of tequila and disappointing my friends when I didn’t want any of the girls who slid their asses onto my lap. All I could think of was the beautiful, innocent girl who has stolen every thought in my mind.

In the shower, I close my eyes and picture her against the wall. I resisted doing this last night when I got home. The more I recalled those moments with her, the more I felt my blood simmer and my need boil.

Gripping my dick, I stroke it slowly, picturing those plump lips wrapped around the base as she takes me deep. I know I’ll see it in reality one day because I’m going to make her see she’s mine.

The more I replay the events of the club, the more she takes over. And it feels as if she’s really here. As if she’s actually sucking me into her hot mouth. The heat of her envelops me, and I can’t stop the pleasure from shooting through every inch of my body.

Heat sizzles, and my spine tingles as my release nears. I’m on the precipice, holding onto the picture of her on her knees. The innocent eyes looking up at me as they glisten with unshed tears because she’s taking me into her throat. The fact that she’s got her legs spread as she kneels for me. Her hand taunting her pretty pussy. All those images skitter in my mind on a loop, and soon, I’m coming.

My orgasm drips into the drain and washes away. My shoulders ease, and my muscles that were tight and knotted slowly unravel. Just like I’m going to unravel her.

I’m going to be late. I know I will. Instead of spending longer in the shower, I quickly wash off before heading into the bedroom to get dressed. Today I’m going to claim her. One way or another.When I get into the garage, there are already a few drivers kitted out and ready to take on a practice run. I don’t see Haelee, so I make my way out into the pits to watch the race from the sidelines.

The engines roar, the warning of impending competition hanging in the air. I find Colton standing at the railing, which protects the team while they’re watching the track.

“Hey, man,” I greet when he looks at me. “What’s happening?”

“They’re doing a few laps. We’re testing the new engines.” He’s smiling, looking at ease today. With the new season coming up, I know there’s a lot of pressure on the team to do well.