Gas or Ass (18 page)

The forty-six car was owned by Ridenhour Racing. Relieved at the way the topic had shifted, I smiled. “Yeah, okay. I’ll ask Dale to bring me home a shirt.”

She threw the pillow into the air again. “Better not let your new friends see you wearin’ a NASCAR shirt. They’d slam their fancy gates in your face.” Stuffing the pillow behind her, she picked up her phone. “It’s just ten o’clock. This place is smotherin’ me, Shelby. We can be home by midnight.”

“You want to leave?” What would I tell Mom?

She jumped off the bed. “I’ll go tell the resident advisor my mom called and we gotta go. You pack your shit. Brandon says they’re racing tonight.”

C
ars were bumper to bumper along the sides of the country road, but I didn’t think the races had begun. I slid out so Brandon could get into the Challenger with Caroline. He narrowed his eyes. “How was the waste of time you dragged her off to, Shelby?”

“I liked the place.” I lifted my chin. “Don’t be so insecure. She hated it.”

He shoved past me, got into the Challenger, and slammed the car door. Standing on the edge of the road, I scanned the scene. Taillights flared and neon glowed. Music blasted, and I recognized the songs Caroline had played the whole way back, making conversation impossible.

A hand gripped my arm. I jerked away, but when I turned, I was relieved to see Colt. “We’re parked up ahead. You’re racin’ tonight.” He urged me forward. When we reached the Mustang, he leaned on the quarter panel and tugged me against him. “So, you missed me so much, you had to come home early?”

“Caroline.” I dragged my tongue over dry lips, eying the person behind the wheel of the car behind us. “She wanted to come back.”

There was just enough light to show his eyes. “Not you, huh? I must be doin’ something wrong.”

I wanted to explain how much he’d hurt me by walking out to go have sex with someone else the night of my birthday, but I’d never mention it, because I sensed whining wasn’t the way to go with Colt. But, the weekend away had opened a window inside my head, letting in the fresh air of common sense. There wasn’t a future where Colt and I were together. I tried to picture me explaining to my mother that he and I just couldn’t help ourselves, that we’d fallen in love, but it rang false, even in my head.

“Caine warned me.” Colt dropped his hands from my hips. “He said not to get attached to you, that you were just slummin’ ‘til college started and you could find some guy with a pencil-dick and a fat wallet.” I took a step back, so I could see if he was joking, because he had to be joking, didn’t he? He grabbed my arms, jerking me against him.

I stared in disbelief at his twisted face. He was worried about losing me? “This is about me being too big, ain’t it? Shelby, how the hell else are we ever gonna get together, unless you sleep around some? I mean, don’t you want to fool around a bit, before we settle down for good?”

The scene I’d just played in my head replayed, only this time, Mom clutched a handkerchief and cried tears of joy. “Oh, Dale,” she sobbed, “our kids are going to make the most beautiful grandbabies.”

Only, I didn’t want to give her any grandbabies, and if I changed my mind someday, did I want them with Colt?

“Better get off the road.” I whirled to see Caine standing at the rear of the Mustang. “They’re about to drop the flag.”

Colt let go of my arms. Stalking forward, he cut in front of the car and disappeared into the woods. Caine grabbed my hand, dragging me the opposite way, to the rear of the Mustang. He pointed to the vehicle across the road. “That’s your competition. That’s a Mazda MX-5 Miata. You’re gonna blow his doors off, Shelby. That thing’s turnin’ four cylinders and it’s got a hundred and sixty-five horsepower, tops.”

The car was dark, maybe burgundy. No racing stripes, no neon. “Then why’s he racing at all?” I blinked, wanting to look for Colt and finish the conversation. Only, I had no idea what to say, so I tried to focus on the information Caine was giving me.

“Ego’s bigger’n Colt’s.” Caine chuckled. “Colt told him even his little sister could kick his ass. So he ain’t backin’ down. Ready to get some head, little sister?”

I couldn’t respond because the Challenger roared past. A bright orange car was already lagging behind in the right lane. When the pair passed by, I studied my opponent through his lowered window. He seemed too old to be out on a back road after midnight, ready to race with a bunch of kids. As if he felt my stare, he turned.

“Hope you taught her to suck dick,” the guy yelled, giving me the once-over.

“She don’t need to know how to suck dick,” Caine retorted. “But if you don’t get her off, loser, I’m gonna wipe up the street with your ass.”

Something wasn’t right. I looked away from my opponent, to the indistinct face behind the wheel of the car behind the Mazda.

I leaned over to look at the driver of the car behind the Mustang.

Through the glare of headlights, another guy stared back at me.

“So, they’re racing?” I gestured to the pair of cars and frowned at Caine. “But, when one loses—”

Caine’s laugh was harsh. “Girl, no man wants to lose a drag race out here.”

The image that flared to mind made me shudder, but not with disgust. “I think I wanna see that.”

He grabbed me into an embrace. “Shelby, you tear me up. You’ve got this innocent face, but deep down, you’re bad to the bone.” He let me go, but grabbed my hand, jerking me off the road and around to the driver’s side of the car. “Let’s get you ready to run. Colt’ll shoot us both if you lose to that asshat.”

He unzipped my jeans before I could protest and shoved his hand down my pants. Pushing me against the side of the car, he found my clit and began the demanding massage. Pinning me with one leg, he muttered in my ear. “When you blow his doors off, he’s gonna have to get on his knees and tongue this little pussy until you scream. And you’re gonna come all over his face, because you won that right. See it, Shelby. Feel it. After a run that leaves you throbbing, can’t you feel that soft, wet tongue slidin’ into you? ‘Cause you’re already swollen and sensitive. Needy.”

The cool evening breeze, the loud, revving engines, the way Caine’s five o’clock shadow scraped the side of my jaw when he kissed my neck, the demands his finger made on my body, all combined to drag me under. He swept aside my underwear. Now he pressed bare flesh, and he slid a hand under my shirt. My nipples hardened, making the vicious tweak almost unbearable.

I knew the guy in the car behind us had to be watching, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Caine slid his finger inside me. “Wet already. Such a dirty little girl, all horny at the thought of a bunch of guys with rock-hard dicks watchin’ her get off. To the winner goes the spoils, girl.” He made several quick thrusts inside me.

The two cars on the line roared by. Caine jerked his hand out of my pants and opened the door to the Mustang. “Leave your pants open. Save you some time in the winner’s circle. And next time, wear a goddamn dress.”

I slid behind the wheel and reached for the lever to adjust the seat forward. The keys dangled in the ignition. I hooked the seat belt, then reached for the switch. The GT500 roared to life. The car behind me reversed. My body settled into the rhythm of the big engine, throbbing with need. Colt stepped into the flare of my headlights and crossed to the asphalt. Jerking the door open, he landed in the passenger seat.

“Smoke this fool, Shelby.” I reversed, easing the wide rear tires onto the road with a jerk. Colt spotted, opening the door and looking down at the ground. “There’s the line, babe. Whoa!”

The Mazda backed into position beside me. I felt the driver’s eyes turned in my direction, but left the staring game to Colt and focused on the now-familiar sight of the girl with the white scarf.

I was in over my head with Colt, so much so that the simple act of moving through the gears and pressing the gas seemed a relief. She raised the scarf. The guy next to us made a loud howl, like a wolf in heat. I shifted into first and kept my eyes on the flag as the starter raised her arm.

“Go!” Colt roared, but I was already off the line. The big motor whined. I didn’t bother to look at the tachometer; the sound alone told me when to shift into second. The car leaped forward and the ride smoothed out. I heard nothing but the engine, not even my heartbeat. The view faded into nothing but darkness, but that darkness whipped by, my sense of motion aided by the odd flashes of neon and brighter sky.

I hit third just as the Mazda pulled even, and that was all she wrote as the big block eight-cylinder hit her stride. His headlights were in my rearview by the time I made it to fourth gear and blew across the finish line. I eased off the gas with a hoot.

“Whoo-ee! Damn good run, Shelby.” Colt grabbed me by the neck and leaned over to kiss me, nearly causing me to steer the car into a spectator’s vehicle. He pulled back when he felt the car veer. “Jesus, don’t wreck.” But his grin was ear to ear. “I hope someone timed that. Those practice runs the night Dad and Macy came home paid off in spades, babe. Turn right up here.”

The side road was the same one Caroline and I had come down the night I’d ridden with her when she raced the Challenger for the first time. She was still parked in the center of the cul-de-sac. She lay across the hood. Brandon stretched out at her side. A guy stood between her open thighs, thrusting.

“Pull up beside her car.”

I followed Colt’s order, easing the Mustang alongside the Challenger. “Let’s go babe. Can’t wait to see that dude go to his knees.”

I got out of the car. The victory hummed in my veins, but I wasn’t so sure I wanted to collect my winnings. Colt lifted me onto the hood. The hot metal seared my buttocks through the denim. He grinned at my open fly, curling his fingers into my waistband and jerking the fabric down my legs. “Caine got you all horny, didn’t he?” He traced my slit through my panties. “You’re wet, Shelby. Tell me you don’t like this.”

I wanted to tell him that very thing, but I couldn’t, because part of me liked this very much. To my right, the man fucking Caroline groaned and cried out.

“Fuck, yeah. Baby made him come like a fire hose.” Brandon cried. “Who’s next?” Another guy stepped out of the dark area between the cars and the street lamp at the back of the circle. He dropped his pants and gave his cock a shake. Hooking his arms under her thighs, he stepped close. She rolled her head my way and smiled as he began to thrust.

Someone’s steps rang on the asphalt, and suddenly, my opponent stood in front of me. He never looked at my face, just kept his eyes on my legs. Colt jerked my underwear off and tossed them on the hood behind me. Pulling one leg to the side with hard hands, he took a step back.

“See that pretty pussy? You better make it run with cream, loser.”

This guy still looked way too old to be out running illegal races with a bunch of twenty-somethings, but he knelt and the headlights washed out his features, so I thought that maybe the light was playing tricks on my eyes. Colt moved aside, but he kept his grip on my thigh. Caine came from somewhere, and he gripped the other leg the same way.

It was obscene for them to spread me for stranger, and yet, it was hotter than hell. The man leaned forward and made a tentative lick along my folds. Colt moved close, shoving my shirt high. With each stepbrother fondling a nipple, the stranger went to work on my clit.

“She handed you your ass,” Caine jeered. “Better finger that lil’ pussy, too. This ain’t your wife, dude. She better get off and get off hard.”

His wife? That had to be a joke. The stranger slid a finger into me, moving in and out easily, I was so wet.

“Fuckin’ hot little bitch,” Colt whispered. “Listen to how wet you are, little sister. Some guy you don’t know’s lickin’ that cat like he ain’t eat in a week, and you love it.”

I couldn’t help it. The demeaning words made me arch off the hood. Colt pulled away far enough so I could see his knowing grin. He turned his head to look down my body, but Caine was there suddenly, blocking my view by lowering his head to my breast.

My opponent didn’t have Caine’s technique. Being caressed in so many places had me writhing, but I couldn’t come.

“Stick a finger in her ass and get down on that shit,” Colt barked, eliciting a round of boos and catcalls. “I mean, bury your face in that hot little cunt. Use your tongue. Gotta be a man about somethin’, since you drive like my grandma.”

Something wet pierced my ass. On my right, Caroline cried out her release. “Fuck, baby, you want another hard cock, don’t’cha?” Brandon’s voice rose above the hard taunts aimed at the guy between my legs.

He began to use his tongue, driving it in and out of me, and each time he did, his nose bumped my clit. The finger in my ass sent streaks of pleasure through me. Caine’s hard suckling and outright bites to the tender peak had me gasping with pain and twisting with pleasure. 

Colt finally turned back to me, and when he put his mouth on my nipple, I imitated Caroline’s cry.

“Go on home to mama, boy,” Colt jeered. “My baby needs a real man now. Need a hard dick over here.”

I gasped, “Make sure he’s got on a condom.”