High-Speed Hunger (6 page)

“Like hell it is!” He reached out to touch her, but she shoved him away.

Tears glistened in her eyes, and the sight tortured him. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just another staff member. Sure, you’ll be racing soon enough. Your skills on the track are more than impressive. But don’t think you’ll get any closer to me. You’ve proven I can’t trust you.”

His heart caved that very second.

She turned to walk away, but he reached out and spun her around. “Before you leave, just listen to one thing I have to say. Please, don’t blame me for what Bobby did to you. I would
never
do that to you. The one thing I’m guilty of is not beating the shit out of him when I had the chance. Believe me, I wanted to. But at the time, it was none of my business. I didn’t want you or your father thinking I was just trying to rat myself to the top.”

Her chin quivered and tears spilled over her cheeks. He felt like an asshole, but he had to tell the truth. He needed her to listen, and maybe give him a chance.

“Well, whatever your intentions were, you got what you wanted.” And she walked away, leaving him dumbfounded. What else could he say? How could he make her believe him?

He turned around, frustrated and confused by the whole situation. Right then, he caught a brief glimpse of a fist before it cracked him in the jaw.

He fell to the ground, stunned. The blurry vision of Bobby standing over him came into focus. “Caught you off guard, didn’t I? Guess my third grade education’s worth somethin’, ain’t it?”

Ty kicked his shin, making him stumble back. He took the chance to jump to his feet. Holding both fists in front of his face, he waited for the prick to come at him.

“I’m going to enjoy this, you little shit,” he said. “After what you did to her, you don’t deserve to stick around.”

“And you think
you
do?”

They circled each other, waiting for the moment to strike.

“I’m the number one driver, and nobody’s gonna get in my way.” Bobby sneered. “Who, when, and where I fuck is no business of yours, banana boy.”

“Well it damn well is mine,” somebody added.

They both whirled around. Jonnie stood a few feet away, angry and hurt while he stared hard at Bobby. “And to think I thought of you like my own son. If it wasn’t for LeeLee giving you a chance, you’d still be wasted in some bar doing nothing with your life. You used my baby girl, and I don’t take to that at all. Consider your contract null and void. You can pack your shit and find another team.”

Bobby’s eyes widened. “You can’t void my contract, you fucking asshole. I’ll take you to court!”

The old man smiled. “And I’ll be waiting with a team of my best lawyers.”

“What about the World Bandit race?” Bobby shouted.

Jonnie winked at Ty. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll be just fine.”

Bobby lunged, but Ty feinted right and then swung left. The punch he landed to his jaw sent him flying back onto the dusty ground. Bobby was out cold. Ty stood over him, feeling just a little bit better that the fucker was finally silent.

He turned back to Jonnie. “What all did you hear?”

“Enough.”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to—”

Jonnie raised his hand, shushing him. “Let me tell you something, son. Sometimes a father needs to stand back and let his little girl decide her own life. It was just a matter of time, you see.” Jonnie waved him over.

He left Bobby and joined Jonnie. The old man looked thoughtful. “Don’t you worry about LeeLee. She’ll come around. I didn’t raise no fool.” Jonnie stopped and faced him, l like a proud father would to a son. “You done good on that track. You remind me of somebody from his younger days.” He winked. “I think I just found me my new lead driver. What do you think, son?”

He couldn’t contain his smile. “I’d say you won’t be disappointed with my driving or with my intentions with Eileen.”

“Good. Now, get your ass out of here. I have an ex driver to deal with.” Jonnie patted him on the back and walked away, whistling like a man on top of the world.

After the fight with Bobby, and Pop firing him, Eileen felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. Then her father confessed his conversation with Tyrone. She was glad Bobby was gone. Making things right with Ty was of the utmost importance. Not believing him made her feel terrible, and she knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her. If the roles had been reversed, she would’ve reacted the same way.

After midnight and a few glasses of wine, she ascended the steps to Ty’s apartment. Taking a few deep breaths, she worked up the courage to knock on the door. Not knowing what to expect, she couldn’t blame him if he chose to ignore her.

After the way she had spoken to him, she deserved it.

No answer. Just when she was about to turn away, the door whipped open. Ty’s wet body loomed in the doorway. A white towel hung loose over his hips. She swallowed, trying not to stare too hard.

“I…I’m sorry. I was just—”

“Checking up on me?” The corner of his delicious mouth tipped up.

She blushed. “I came to apologize. I was an asshole. And I—”

He put a finger to her lips and yanked her inside, shutting the door behind them.

“I’m a big man, I can handle it.” He smiled down at her, his eyes dark and dangerous. “But I must confess, you had me confused for a while there. I don’t want you as a means to advance in this place.”

She nodded, unable to speak just yet.

He reached out and touched her cheek. “I want you because you make me feel good. That’s the simple truth.”

She stared up at him with hot tears filling her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond but managed a pathetic whimper. He didn’t give her a chance to catch herself. With a deep growl, he leaned down and kissed her, turning her mind to empty space.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry.” She pulled away to stare up at him. “I should never have doubted you.”

Ty silenced her with another kiss, sliding his hot tongue over her lips then into her mouth. Eileen whimpered, already aroused from the erotic contact. He managed to make her weak-kneed within moments of dragging her through the door. Already hot and wet, she dug her fingernails into his hard and gorgeous ass cheeks.

This was the last thing she’d expected to happen after today.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, which had been made with the covers pulled back. A popular show where women had men tested to find out who the father of their baby was played in the background.

“You watch that shit?” she asked, staring at him with an amused grin.

No sooner than those words were spoken, he silenced her with another hot kiss and laid her back on the mattress. The poor, old sofa bed squeaked in protest when he sprawled on top of her. Then he shoved up her shirt while tugging her bra down at the same time, exposing her breasts. She shuddered as he rolled a tight nipple between his teeth and bit down.

“Sometimes watching other people’s drama makes me forget my own,” he said, before directing his attention to the other nipple. “I’m glad you came here. You had me worried it was over before it even started.”

When he thrust against her crotch, she gasped. “I realized that I would’ve done the same thing if I was in your shoes.”

His smile warmed her heart, and then he leaned down to make her forget all about the situation. “I have a surprise for you.” He moved away, leaving her panting and squirming on the bed to grab something from the bookshelf. Her eyes grew wide when he pulled out a dildo.

A blush pinched her cheeks as she took in the big, pink vibrator. The promise of the sexual gratification his cock
and
a vibrator would give made her body tingle with excitement.

“If this is what I get for a surprise, you’re a smart man.”

Ty chuckled. “I want your word on something.” She nodded, ready to accept pretty much anything he needed to say. “I want you to trust me. I know things happened fast between us and not under the best circumstances, but know that I’ll never do what Bobby did to you.”

Tears filled her eyes. Those words meant everything to her, and she knew without a doubt, he meant it. “Okay.”

“Good. Now get naked and spread your legs.” He wiggled his eyebrows then smirked.

His seductive command slithered through her like a wet caress. She arched over the mattress, slid her skirt down, and kicked it away. Panties, bra, and tank top came next…until she lay naked and vulnerable before him. Ty’s heated gaze sparked the fiery vixen within, and then she spread her legs.

His grin was devilish. “Good girl.”

“I told you before not to call me girl,” she warned, narrowing her eyes.

The buzz of the vibrator echoed through the room. The second the beast slid between her wet pussy lips, she cried out and gripped the mattress. “
Oh
.”

“You like that?”

“
Yes
.” And if that wasn’t amazing, when he inserted the vibrator while kissing her belly, she teetered on the edge of madness. Her entire body shook as if charged by electrical current.

“Now, for the fun part.”

Still in a daze, she almost didn’t hear him. “What?”

“Are you ready?”

“For what?” The snap of a lid resounded through the room. She stared at him, enthralled when he squeezed lubrication onto his finger.

“Where are you going with that—”

She stiffened as Ty skimmed his finger over her anus. “Are you okay with this?” With gentle strokes, he probed and circled the place never before touched by a man.

“Oh, God. Yes.” She closed her eyes and tried to relax to the new sensation.

Knowing just what to do, within minutes he had her buzzing with lust. New and intoxicating sensations slithered through her core and she let her head fall back to moan his name. Unable to control her body’s reaction, she whimpered, pressed harder against the buzzing weapon at her clit, and then thrust back to meet his finger working deeper into her ass.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured. “You’ll get more very soon.”

His finger was all the way inside, and she enjoyed it…loved it. She pushed against him, begging him to make love to her. Being taken in both places at once would be by far the most erotic, naughty thing she’d ever done.

He moved back, taking position between her legs, but this time, he added more lube to the vibrator and nudged it between her ass cheeks. Eileen moaned while he worked the buzzing weapon inside, allowing her body to accept it. She whimpered and moved to his rhythm, aroused beyond compare by the tantalizing sensations. With a guttural groan, he entered her pussy, and continued guiding the vibrator inside her ass.

She cried out, “Please, please….” Never before feeling so owned. Eileen pinched her nipples as he worked her body to a mind-blowing crescendo, her high-pitched moans and his guttural groans resounding throughout the room.

With every delicious stroke, she came closer and closer to orgasm.

She clung to him, beyond happy to find a man who made her feel cherished and so awakened.

Soon, he removed the dildo and raised her ass higher to fuse their bodies tighter.

“Sit down. I want you beneath me,” she said, and reached round to cup his ass cheeks.

He pulled away and sat back on the mattress. She turned and straddled him, sinking down onto him with a lusty moan.

“You greedy woman,” he teased.

She gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head and ground her hips. Arching back, she thrust her tits in his face and moaned when he sucked and nipped on her taut nipples. “Come with me.”

He raised her higher to pull down hard, guiding her hips with his hands. She cried out, slamming down hard. While she shuddered with a delightful orgasm, he growled between her breasts and then came inside her.

They trembled in unison as Ty kissed her shoulder. “Eileen?”

She pulled back with a lazy, satisfied smile. “Yeah?”

He stared at her like a man who found the mother lode. “You’re mine now.”

Those words meant more to her than he could ever understand.

After a long, languid kiss, she whispered, “And you’re mine.”

***

Ty clutched the steering wheel. Knowing this was the big day, his heart pounded. And to have his first race in America be the World Bandit Cup was something that would’ve made his father proud.

Bobby had found himself a deal with a bigger race team, and according to Jonnie, his attitude hadn’t changed. He sauntered to his car like he owned that track. Ty couldn’t wait to show him otherwise. Being the new guy, he had to start at the back of the race with Bobby in the lead. But he didn’t care. He’d be bumping Bobby’s ass-end soon enough.

The push cars took position behind the Sprint cars, and when the green flag whipped through the air, the crowd jumped up and cheered. Once Ty’s engine turned, he started the motor and shot off with a vengeance.

“Now, listen to me, son. Drive like the wind and keep your eyes on Bobby. If you get ahead of him he’s gonna bump ya,” Jonnie said through the earpiece.

“No problem. I’m going to enjoy this.”

He wasted no time weaving around the other cars, proving this was what he had been born to do. Ten laps in, he was right on Bobby’s ass. Ty grinned, edging his car forward and side-to-side—egging him on.

When Bobby accelerated, Ty sped up and touched his rear bumper, sending the arrogant asshole fishtailing around the corner. They continued the dance through most of the race, feinting right and going left and accelerating then slowing down. But Bobby couldn’t shake him.

With six laps to go, Ty made his move. On the inside of the next lap, he pretended to go high, but when Bobby tried to cut him off, Ty swept low, speeding on the inside, his left wheels inches from the center field grass.

He gave everything the car had, leaving Bobby in the dust. Just when he passed the checkered flag and neared the next corner, the bastard rammed into his backend and drove him hard. He gripped the wheel, turning right to go left, tires spinning out of control—trying to break away from Bobby’s front end. The car raced toward the railing. Just when he thought he was about to crash, another car T-boned Bobby, sending his car into a roll across the dirt.