Rebel Soul

Stacia squeals and darts over, initialing and signing as needed. I follow suit, and Jed leads us out to the track, where a line of brightly colored exotic supercars wait. Ferraris, Lambos, McLarens, Porsches, and more.

Stacia approaches the cars, stopping to admire each one, and looking at her standing with them, she could easily be the hot chick on the car rag cover. She’s literally a walking wet dream.

“Which one do I get to drive?” she asks, her voice breathy, almost as if she’s turned on, which fucking turns me on.

“Whichever you want,” I tell her, and without a lick of hesitation, she marches over to a matte black McLaren with vibrant red accents. “This one. Oh, God, please this one.”

“Why that one?” I ask, secretly loving her enthusiasm.

She trails her fingertips over the door and sighs. “A V8 with twin turbos with seven-hundred-and-ten horses under the hood and zero-to-sixty in less than three seconds.” She shivers. “This car is fucking sex on four wheels.”

Both Jed and I barely suppress groans because, this fucking woman, she’s sex in heels. And a total badass. The walking embodiment of the full package. She…she’s kind of perfect.

Jed regains his composure before I do. “Let me grab the keys.” He heads back to the office, and I saunter over to Stacia. She pivots back to face the car, admiring it while I admire her.

“It’s so beautiful,” she murmurs.

I step up behind her, caging her against the sleek body with an arm on either side of her, my palms splayed against the door. I press my lips to her shoulder, moving them up the slope of her neck in an erotic slide. “You’re goddamn right.”

Something in my tone—probably my reverent need—has her looking back my way over her shoulder. Her eyes glimmer as she stares up at me. “You’re so beautiful,” I croon before claiming her lips with mine.

I nip at her bottom lip, trying to deepen our kiss. Unfortunately, Jed the cockblock returns, keys in hand, just as she opens for me. I back away from her with great reluctance. Being near her, touching her, is a special kind of high—one I could easily become addicted to if given the chance.

Stacia goes to move past me to claim the keys, but I stop her with a hand to her wrist. “This isn’t over.” I tug her back into me, kissing her hard and fast. “Far from it.”

Slightly dazed, she moves away from me and toward Jed. He hands her the fob. “Track’s yours for the next two hours.” He glances down to her heels. “Don’t…just be…careful. Be careful.”

She shoots him a grin. “Sure thing. Careful is my middle name.”

Jed huffs and relinquishes the keys. Stacia lowers herself into the McLaren with grace and ease. I, on the other hand, struggle to get in. “Why the fuck is this thing so low?” I grumble under my breath.

“Speed. For speed.” Stacia taps the start button and steers us to the start line. “You ready to go fast?”

“Impress me, baby.”

She shoots me a shit-eating grin and proceeds to blow my mind—and almost my load—as she expertly flies down the track. She maneuvers the tight turns with ease and hits the straightaways like a speed demon. She drives like a dream, and I can safely say I’ll be beating off to the memory of her controlling this beast of a machine, all dolled up in red, looking like pure fucking sex, for a long time to come.

Once our two hours are up, Stacia guides the McLaren back to its spot in the lineup, exits the vehicle, and tosses the keys to an awestruck Jed. As she passes him, she winks and says, “Told ya.”

“You ready?” I ask, bringing my hand to the small of her back, guiding her back to the parking lot through an exit gate.

“No. I could easily go another two hours.”

I shift, wrapping my arm around her waist, drawing her close. “I’ll bring you back.”

She stops and spins into me, her arms twining around my neck. “Thank you. This was so thoughtful and amazing. Absolutely the best date I’ve ever been on.”

We both lean in at the same time, drawn to one another. I capture her juicy lower lip and suck on it before she opens for me. I claim her lips the way I’d like to claim her heart: boldly and without any remorse—wait, what? I lick and bite, sting and soothe, as I show her just how much I want her, deciding to focus on the physical need I’m feeling for her rather than the emotional. At least for now.

She clings to me, and I hitch one leg up, letting her feel just how much she affects me. We remain lip locked in the parking lot, kissing endlessly, moaning, grinding, and exploring one another’s bodies over our clothes like two horny teens.