The adrenaline pulses through me, and I feel more alive than ever, gripping onto him as my hand shoots up into the sky, feeling the intense pressure of the wind slamming against my arm. We hit the final corner and I jolt off balance as he begins to lean into it, and I have no choice but to grip his waist again, his hand shooting back to my thigh, silently checking I’m not currently becoming roadkill.

He straightens out and I glance across the track, our opponent embarrassingly far behind. We barrel toward the finish line and a wide, exhilarated grin stretches across my face, anticipation brimming within me.

We fly across the line and a loud buzzer sounds, the crowd’s roaring cheers blasting through the twins’ property. Holy shit, I’m so turned on by all of this. The power, the speed, the win. It's like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“That was incredible,” I call, waiting for him to slow down to meet the crowd of adoring fans, more than ready to spend the rest of the night partying until I can’t remember that my world is burning to ashes around me.

Tanner squeezes my thigh as he continues around the track, and a thrill shoots through me as I curiously watch him pull off the side through an opening in the crowd. He slows as we move away from the massive flood lights erected around the track, but we’re still close enough to see everything that’s going down. He drives into the trees surrounding the property, and the loud cheering of the party begins to fade away, covering us in a tension filled silence.

My heart thrums through my ears as he brings the bike to a stop, a sense of nervousness washing over me. Darkness surrounds us, and if it weren’t for the glow coming from the track, we wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing.

Gripping his shoulder, I balance myself as I slip off the edge of his bike, my ass numb from the ride. The whole race couldn’t have taken more than three minutes, but the intensity of the vibrations through the seat and the tires flying over the track was enough to turn my legs into jelly.

He remains straddled on the bike but doesn’t let me get far before his hand falls to my waist, pulling me back into his side. He takes my chin and meets my stare, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Why do you look so nervous?”

I grin up at him, a flush settling onto my cheeks. “Because the big bad wolf has brought me out into the woods all alone, and I’m still trying to decide if I want to play his game or not.”

My hand falls to his strong thigh and a rush pulses through me, sailing right down to my core. “You should be running from me.”

A smile spreads across my lips, the nervousness growing into anticipation as I make my decision to stay. My voice lowers, need slamming through my chest as my hand slowly trails up his thigh, leaning into him, his lips only a breath away. “Maybe you’re the one who should be running from me.”

His hand curls around the back of my neck and pulls me in, closing the distance and making me melt into him, every second between us working up to this one defining moment. Neither of us can back away now, whatever this is, it’s here and now, the connection and pull between us too strong for either of us to deny.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance as his hands roam over my body. I groan into his mouth, needing so much more from him, and damn it, he reads me like a fucking book.

He pulls my old band tee over my head and drops it to the dirty ground before reaching around and unclasping my bra. The soft material slips down my arms, and I let it fall away, my pussy clenching with anticipation.

Tanner explores my body, committing every curve to memory as my hand trails higher up his thigh. I’ve always been shy with making my move when it comes to sex, but with Tanner, there’s no judgment. He wants to feel my body just as desperately as I want his.

His cock strains through his pants and he groans as my hand brushes over his thick length, sending a shiver down my spine. I knew he was big, but hell, this is going to be so much better than I could have ever anticipated.

His thumb skims over my nipple and it pebbles beneath his touch, making a smirk pull at his lips. I guess Tanner Morgan appreciates a responsive woman. “Do it again,” I whisper, pulling back from his lips and tipping my head back as pleasure rocks through my body.

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