Traction (The Driven World)

Her hair hangs in long waves down her back, and her long-sleeved top does nothing to hide her curves. I make my way over to see what they’re doing, and I’m filled with pride when I hear her talking shop with the mechanic.

She knows her stuff. Her dad was amazing to teach her about cars, giving her a gift that will always ensure she can handle shit like this on her own. She doesn’t need me, and at times, that’s what scares me.

But then she turns to look at me, and I realize even though she may not need me, she wants me. She has feelings, just like mine.

“Hi,” she greets, springing toward me and wrapping her arms around my neck. It seems everyone knows about us because our show of affection is met with whoops and cheers.

“I missed you, speedy,” I tell her honestly.

She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I missed you more.” Her lips mold to mine, and once again, the guys cheer us on with laughs and shouts of approval.

“Are you ready to head out?” I ask her. It’s almost five, and I’m hungry—for both dinner and my girl. The plan was to go to a restaurant, but right now, all I can think about is getting her back to my place so we can enjoy each other again.

“See you later, guys.” She waves at the team, and we’re out. In the car, I turn on the engine and glance over at her. A smile graces her lips, and I’m so tempted to steal another kiss, but that can wait until we get to my apartment.

“Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah, I miss being at the track, but with this being my final year of school, I need to focus,” Haelee informs me, and I realize she’s right. That means she’ll be busy with her studies, and we may have less time together.

“I have to be honest. I missed you today,” I confess.

“Are you being cheesy, Mr. Mercer?” Haelee teases. “Because I like that side of you.” The happiness emanating from her makes my chest fill with affection. I never want to see her cry.

“There’s a lot more where that came from, and I have it waiting at home.” My tone is filled with warning, and she playfully snakes her hand over my crotch, earning her a growl of approval.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to have to take care of it for me,” I remark. Casting a quick glance at Haelee, I note the pink on her cheeks. She doesn’t move her hand. Instead, she slowly teases by stroking my hardening cock through my sweatpants.

“Someone missed me,” she taunts, and I have to grit my teeth and grip the steering wheel to keep my focus.

“Haelee.” Her name is a warning on my lips, and a soft laugh falls from her mouth. It doesn’t take me long to get to the apartment block and quickly pull into the lot. Once the engine is off, I lean over and grab her face. “Naughty, naughty girl,” I accuse her. I kick the lever under the seat, pushing it back so I can pull Haelee over to straddle me. Her legs on either side, hands on my shoulders, I grin when she feels me between her legs.

“Kayden, we can’t do this here,” my girl hisses, her cheeks blooming a dark red, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, speedy, we can do anything anywhere I want.” My hands trail her thighs, sliding up, up, until I reach the apex of her body. She’s warm, and I’m sure if I were to dip my fingers into those panties, she’d be wet as well.

“Kayden, I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Tipping my head to the side, I regard her for a moment before I tease my finger along her pussy, earning me a dick-jolting whimper. Long lashes flutter against her cheeks as I tease my way up and down her panties. I stop for a moment before pressing down on her mound, right where her clit is. Her body undulates as I taunt her.

“Oh, god.” Haelee whimpers as she rubs herself on my hand.

“Such a naughty girl, taking your pleasure.” The huskiness in my voice causes the tone to turn gruff as I fight my own release. Just watching her makes me ache with the need to be inside her. To feel her pulse around me.

Haelee shivers, her body shaking in my arms as I wrap her in my warmth. Her breath comes in short spurts as she leans in to hold me. “You’re a bad man.”

“I’m a good boyfriend,” I mumble in her hair. “Now, we’re going upstairs so you can come on my cock.” She moves reluctantly back into her seat as she looks at me with glassy eyes. “What?”