Gas or Ass (22 page)

M
y first run of the night was a disappointing fifteen and change, but I broke thirteen seconds on my second run. The two runs emptied the tank. I made a pouty face and Caine dumped a can of gas into my tank. I lined up again. To my surprise, Colt pulled up beside me in the Mustang.

He made a gesture that looked like something blowing up, then brought his fingers to his lips. After the kiss, he fluttered them.

Oh, so he thought he’d blow me way, did he?

Grinning, I gunned the engine and focused on the light tree, counting down from red to gold to green. I sped through first and second gears, but something happened when I spied the front end of the Mustang nosing ahead. I wanted to beat him more than I’d ever wanted anything, so I forgot about everything but keeping my foot on the gas and hitting fourth. The stands blurred and the two lanes turned into a single tunnel. When I hit fourth, we were side by side. He inched ahead and nothing I could do brought me any closer. He beat me by a car length or more. I blew past the finish line, cursing a blue streak. I geared down and stomped the brakes, pissed off beyond words.

He circled the track, stabbing a finger out his window. I looked back, unsurprised by his seven-second time, but when I read the second set of numbers, my mouth fell open. I’d broken nine seconds. Eight point five-nine, to be exact.

“Take a picture before they pull the time down,” I rolled my window down and yelled at Caine.

He lifted his cell phone. When I pulled up at his side, he showed me the photo with a wide grin. “Already done that. Now, get your ass outta that car and hand over the fucking keys.”

“Almost,” I taunted Colt, climbing out on legs that trembled. “One of these days, I’m gonna burn your ass.”

He laughed, but the twinkle in his eyes softened his arrogant response. “Any time, anywhere. Bring it.”

I made it to the spot where Mr. Haney sat and flopped down beside him. “Not a bad run, a’tall, Miss Shelby.”

“I wanna beat him so bad, I can taste it,” I confided, making the old man howl with laughter.

“That’s the first step to winnin’, honey. But I suspect there’s some stuff under the hood of that old GT500 that even the ‘Cuda can’t handle.”

“Wait till I have a little chat with Dale.” I huffed. “Whatever he’s got, I want.”

Lee wiped his eyes, his shoulders still heaving with laughter. “Poor Dale. He better hope the forty-six car keeps kickin’ ass, then. You done already spent his winnin’ bonus ‘fore he can get home with it.”

The guys lined up three times, and each time, Colt won by half a car length. Their times were so consistent, I thought the clock might be stuck. When I reached the infield again, Caine was in high spirits. “Just a few adjustments and even Shelby’s gonna kick your ass,” he assured Colt.

I cleared my throat. “I broke nine,” I reminded him.

He frowned, then snagged Colt’s shirt and leaned into the Mustang. Colt lifted his brows, but nodded. My stomach bottomed out. He pulled the Mustang close behind Caine’s truck.

Caine stuck his head out of the Barracuda. “My keys are in my ignition. Follow us.”

I thought they’d head out the drive, but Caine whipped the Barracuda around both vehicles and turned left. Sandwiched between the two vintage cars, I followed his taillights along the fair Midway for a few yards. He turned beside a low-slung concrete block building. Making a second turn at the end of the building, he braked to a stop, but there was enough room so that Caine and I could get our vehicles behind his.

He got out and patted the rear end of the ‘Cuda. “Take those jeans off and leave ‘em in the truck.”

I shimmied out of my pants and slid out of the driver’s seat, into Caine’s waiting arms. He carried me to the back of the car. The stadium was to my left. The lights glowed and the revving engines carried easily through the still evening air.

Caine plopped me on the trunk. “I’d put you on the hood for this, but after six hard runs, you’d end up with third degree burns on your ass.”

He turned to Colt. “Now, lick all the cream off that pussy. She broke nine seconds. I told her she’d come if she ever did that and that you’d clean it up.”

“Is that right?” Colt stroked his jaw, but he was smiling. “And who’s she gonna fuck?”

“Anyone you want.” I returned his smile.

He gripped my hips and leaned forward. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

I obeyed. My heart raced every bit as fast as it had when I’d been on the start line. He cupped my buttocks in his hands and stood straight, lifting my ass into the air. Burying his face between my thighs, he attacked my clit with his tongue.

“Goddamn, I love that you don’t wear a bra.” Caine shoved my shirt up under my chin and leaned down to nip one hard peak. His hard fingers teased the other. Colt dug his thumbs into my crease, spreading me open. He raised me higher, dragging his tongue along my cleft to stroke my pucker. I shuddered in his hands, writhing under their hard ministrations until I climaxed.

“See, Shelby? It’s all about gas or ass.” Colt lowered me to the metal and unfastened his jeans. “Now, see how much cock you can take, little sister.” He gripped his cock with one hand and my hip with the other. He held his thumb at the same unattainable point, about a fourth of the way down the shaft. His gaze was steady on my face. “Tell me what you want first.”

My tummy clenched, but I wanted this so bad, I had no trouble saying the words. “I want my big brother’s cock inside me.”

“Then take it. Take as much as you can, and then take some more.”

I kept my eyes on his face when his cock breached my entrance. He felt much bigger than his two fingers. I needed him, but I couldn’t get enough of him inside me.

I felt Caine’s gaze on the spot where Colt and I connected.

“Might need to give her something else to think about.” I didn’t understand Caine’s mysterious words, but since Colt gripped my waist, I knew it was Caine who slid a finger slid into my ass. He used his free hand to tease my nipple. “Take that cock like a good little girl. Don’t tense up. That’s what your pussy’s for, taking a cock. Let him in, Shelby,” Caine ordered.

Caine’s strokes into my ass felt good. Colt stretched me wide, but he withdrew, and surged inside me again. I threw my head back and moved my hips, trying desperately to help him get inside me. 

“More, Shelby. Take more,” Colt demanded.

Caine took his hand off my breast. A moment later, I felt his finger on my clit. He showed his usual lack of mercy on the small nub. I rocked my hips forward. Closing my eyes, I focused on Caine’s fingers and tried to relax. At last, Colt drove into me so far, I felt his fingers encircling his shaft. A flash of heat suffused me.

Colt cried out, “Hell, yeah. Goddamn, that’s tight.”

Caine never ceased his ministrations. If anything, his motion became more insistent. I had no chance of moving away from his hands. I was so sensitive, I wanted to, but knew there was no chance they’d let me go, so all I could do was take the sensations Caine forced on me while Colt drove into me again and again. Caine’s strokes in my ass felt better than good now. He matched his brother’s speed, thrusting into my ass just as Colt drove deep. And then, I was coming.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Colt’s shaft spasmed inside my channel. Caine relented at last. Colt fell forward, resting his forehead against mine. I smiled, feeling him start to soften.

That wasn’t so hard.

W
hen Friday night rolled around, I was buzzing with excitement by the time they got home from work. I could barely eat the casserole I’d dug out of the freezer, so I nibbled my salad and eyed the time.

It was a little past seven when we shoved the last dish into the dishwasher, so they amused them selves by putting two barstools side by side in the den and bending me over them. Caine dug a handful of short bungee cords out of a drawer in the kitchen. Kneeling, he wrapped one around each ankle, and hooked them to the stool, then fastened my wrists together in front of me, and a final cord connected my wrists to the stool.

They took turns, fingering me until I was almost ready to come, then they’d stop to watch some idiotic race on television. I was furious when I realized it was a re-run of one they’d already watched live.

“Goddammit.” I glared over my shoulder.

I fought to get my hands free, but Caine’s knots were too much for me to handle, so I had to lie there, looking over my shoulder with sad eyes until one of them approached me again.

Then Caine got the bright idea to fetch a pair of channel locks. He moved to where I could see what he was doing and slid a condom over each of the rubber-coated handles. Sliding one into my pussy and the other into my ass, he fucked the tool in and out of me until I was ready to cry, I was so desperate to come. The handles weren’t as big around as his little finger, not nearly enough to get off on. He leaned close and taunted me.

“Makes you appreciate two big cocks, don’t it?’

“Yes!” I squirmed, trying in earnest to get free. For my troubles, he gave my clit a hard pinch.

When he took the tool away, all I could do was pant in fury while they turned their attention to the stupid race.

By the time they let me go, I stalked to my room and slid hangers across the rod as hard as I could sling them, listening to their laughter. I picked out a dress that Mom had sworn to burn if she ever saw me wear without leggings.

Colt poked his head through the door and whistled. “Love it. Don’t even fuckin’ bother with underpants.”

“I have to,” I muttered. “Else I’m gonna stain those damn white seats.”

Caine pushed past Colt and fell against the wall, laughing until he had to hold his sides. “Towels. They’re not just for drying off, you know,” he finally gasped.

I raised my middle finger, but left off the underwear, and flounced into my desk chair to repair the damage to my makeup.

When it was finally time to go, I was vibrating with impatience. “We’ll take the truck and the ‘Cuda,” Colt decreed. “Unless you want to drive the ‘Vette, Caine?”

“I want to drive the ‘Vette,” I announced. “Caine can drive the ‘Cuda if he wants.”

“Can’t see over the hood, remember?” Colt grinned. “Since you’re feeling generous, I’ll drive the ‘Vette and you can ride with Caine.”

I handed Caine the keys and hustled to the passenger side of the Barracuda.

Cars already lined the country road when we arrived. With a wave out of the window, Colt pulled down the road. I supposed he headed for the cul-de-sac. Caine pulled over on the shoulder. Putting the car into neutral, he set the hand brake and jerked his head, indicating he wanted me to get out. I skipped around to the driver’s side, waving at Caroline, who pulled over a couple of cars behind us.

Caine opened the door and made me stand with my legs spread. “You know what winning feels like?” he demanded, sliding a finger through my folds.

“Feels like the best sex ever.” I squinted as a car took the position directly across the road from us. He dragged my moisture to my clit and started the hard massage I’d come to crave.

“Who’s getting head tonight?”

“I am.”

“And then, who’s gonna spread her little legs and get fucked right on this hood while me and Colt stare into her pretty eyes?”

“I am.”

“That’s right. You’re gonna come so hard, you’ll fuckin’ scream.” He ground the throbbing nub. “And then, you’re gonna come again.” A hard pinch to the defenseless button made my knees weak. He held the position, sliding the cowl of flesh over my clit in a continuous pinching motion that gave me a hot flash. “And again.”

The first two cars were on the line. My heart pounded along with the revving engines. Caine pierced me, circling my entrance. “Wider.” I slid my feet apart. “Can’t have you cheating and getting off, now can we?” He had to shout to make the last three words understood because the two racers roared past.

Now Caroline was backing up to the start line.

Caine slid inside me, giving me just one frustrating thrust, then he withdrew. “Kick some ass, Shelby.” He slid from behind the wheel. I snagged the towel off the passenger seat and spread it over the driver’s seat. By the time I’d adjusted the seat so I could reach the pedals, he was in the passenger seat. Caroline flew past in the Challenger.