The Ex (The Boss 4)

“I did. It’s been here for…oh, six months now? I knew I’d get you out here eventually.” He glanced at the top of my head. “Although, it will muss your hair somewhat.”

“With this amount of hairspray in it?” I shook my head, and it all swayed as one piece. “It’ll bounce right back.”

We rejoined the car out on the track. It was a short walk from the club lounge to the starting line, but most of it was through a heated walkway. Outside, it was super cold, but for some reason, I was sweating buckets.

Okay, I knew the reason. While Neil had never once died doing this, I was convinced this would be the time, and he would take me with him. Logically, I knew he was a good driver. I’d ridden in cars with him loads of times, and he was always confident and hyper-focused. But this seemed so risky.

The engine was running, and I pulled on my helmet while Neil exchanged some good-natured banter with one of the technicians. My hands were shaking as I buckled up.

Neil got in, most of his face obscured by his helmet. “You look terrified.”

Our voices were coming across all muffled. I scowled at him. “You think?”

“You’re going to love it, you’ll see,” he tried to assure me. With a tilt of his head, he added, “Unless you’re too afraid.”

“Oh—” I was going to say, ‘Oh, please, I?

??m not afraid,’ but I wouldn’t let him goad me. “Just drive.”

We had to wait for the go-ahead from the track guys, and I was expecting Neil to just slowly roll off the line, but the engine picked up right away, and with a little wiggle against the alignment of the track, we were off.

“Holy shit!” I gripped the front of my seat on either side of my squeezed together thighs. Neil always obnoxiously accelerated, no matter which car he was driving, but it was usually a teeny speed burst, followed by a swift return to reality and traffic laws. Neither of those things applied here, so we kept going, the car’s engine noises rising from a low, hollow gust to a high, vibrating whine.

I couldn’t turn my head, because it was pinned to the back of my seat by the laws of physics, but I did manage a sideways glance at Neil. His eyes were slightly squinted in concentration, but they sparkled with unchecked glee. His fingers flexed on the wheel to hit the gear paddles, downshifting us into the first turn.

“Oh!” My stomach did a little flutter as we slid around the curve. The car moved like a freaking snake, all slithery and smooth. We took another twist and hit the start of a straightaway, and Neil really gunned it.

“What the fuck!” I panted. “How fast are we going?”

“Right now?” he asked, and I heard the smug grin in his voice. “Only about a hundred and twenty. Ooh, hundred and thirty.”

“A hundred and thirty?” I thought I would faint.

“Well, hundred-sixty, now. Let’s get through the next curve, and we’ll go for fifth gear.” He downshifted, but not as much as I would have for the bend. We whipped through before I could worry, and then through another, and then, he did exactly what he’d threatened to do. He pinned it, shifted up, then up again, and I peeked a look at the digital speedometer.

Oh my god. We were going two-hundred and twenty miles per hour.

I’d never tried cocaine, but I was pretty sure this was what it felt like. I tingled from the bottoms of my feet to every follicle of hair on my scalp. I caught my reflection in the side mirror, and my pupils were dilated. I could see my rapid pulse in them. The adrenaline pushed out from the inside, threatening to burst right through my skin. I pressed my thighs together; my clit throbbed and my pussy clenched in rhythm with my heartbeat. I forced my gaze from Neil’s hands to the fierce green of his eyes as they flicked over the track.

He was loving it. More surprisingly, I was loving it.

My butt lifted out of the seat around the next curve, even though he’d really backed off on the speed to get through it. I’d never been on any roller coaster that had made me feel this out-of-control. By the time we returned to the starting line, I was panting.

“We need to go somewhere,” I gasped as we pulled off the track and rolled toward the garage.

“Are you going to be car sick?” he asked, pulling off his helmet. The concern on his face displayed his complete lack of understanding of the situation.

I got rid of my helmet, unfastened my seatbelt, gripped the front of his sweater, and twisted. “We need to go somewhere to fuck.”

“I—” Neil ducked a vicious nibble attack and steered us away from the very confused looking guy waving us into the garage. “I can’t do anything if you bite my face off, Sophie!”

I leaned back in my seat, writhing. “Hurry.”

“I’m not sure it was a good idea to bring you here,” he said with a surprised laugh. “Am I going to survive?”

“You’re going to fuck me!” I groaned, already pulling off my jacket.

He drove to the back of a mostly empty lot and parked behind an unhitched trailer. Snow bracketed each tire, so it hadn’t moved and wouldn’t, for a while. The second the car stopped, I climbed to straddle his lap. I held his face and kissed him, harder and bolder than I usually would. Even in our vanilla sex, I tended to let him take charge. Not today. I grabbed his hair to jerk his head back and rose over him, reaching between us to paw at his fly.