Page 31 of Midnight Racers

She was driving me in-fucking-sane and I didn’t know whether to strangle her or kiss her. Strangling her sounded pretty good right now, but mainly for oxygen deprivation to make her orgasm intense and last longer.

I hit the pedal and the car lurched forward. The take-off was smoother, and the car sped around the circuit like a hot knife slicing through butter. The infuriating woman had barely looked at the car, and already it was purring for her.

I took the corner closest to her slow, then sped it up on the next lap, alternating the speeds for her to assess the car. She was slowly eroding my sanity because I started to search out her blonde hair as I came close to that corner. Never mind the car, I wanted to assess her vibrations and get in contact with her.

“No,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Jordan would fucking kill me, or drag me back to that dungeon and leave me to a life with the cockroaches and rats. Megan had taken a shine to Charlotte, so she would probably land on my doorstep to lecture me since she seemed to be the ultimate matchmaker.

I lost count of the laps since I was stuck in my head.

Jordan’s voice brought me back to the race. “Okay, bring her in. I think we have enough data.”

Fuck. I had spent the entire trial in my head, and testing this car was always the highlight of my month. Now I couldn’t even remember it because I was so messed up right now.

Something had to give or my balls were going to explode. That or my brain would implode.

Charlotte walked arm in arm with Megan, smiling at something that was said to her. My gut twisted and the urge to pin her to the car and just give in to my desires crested over me.

“How did she feel out there?” Charlotte asked, her lips curved in a smile. Those lips deserved to be dedicated to an entirely different activity. My dick twitched at the thought.

“Good. The steering was a lot more controllable and she was definitely faster.”

Charlotte nodded. “She was losing some of her suspension at higher speeds, so we’ll need to look at that.”

My stomach tightened at the thought of having her all to myself late at night back at the factory. “Sounds good.” The car was pushed out of the way because everyone was keen for the next phase of today.

The derby.

“Okay, everyone.” Jordan held up his hands. “We’re all excited about the race, but we need to get the team cars back on the loader first and then we can focus on the fun.”

Laughs echoed around us.

“You all know the rules,” I continued. “First person in the driver’s seat gets that car for the race. No fighting, no negotiating, no assholery. Got it?”

Mutters of assent sounded.

“Twenty laps,” Jordan said. “Winner gets bragging rights for the next month and free meals at Wendy’s.” He always left money there for anyone in the team to use, but we all pretended that the winner was the only one using it.

“Try not to damage too much bodywork on the vehicles,” I said, looking pointedly at Pete since he tended to lose his head and think he was at the dodgems. He flipped me the bird and rolled his eyes.

When the cars were loaded on, you could almost reach out and touch the excitement thrumming in the air.

“Everyone to the line,” Jordan said. “No cheating.”

I caught Charlotte’s eye and winked. Her cheeks flushed that delightful red shade that made me want to drag her behind the warehouse.

All the guys stood at the starting line, and I wandered over to join Jordan. “Go!” I shouted and we all raced to the garage to claim our favourite cars. There were some in there that were never touched. Others that the guys tinkered about with in their spare time. Every one of them was kept in optimal condition and fuelled.

I slid over the bonnet to get in the driving seat of my favourite car before some asshole stole her. It would be like someone having sex with your wife in front of you. Jordan headed toward his car without anyone even looking at it. They were all terrified he would shoot them, since all the guys worked in the cleaning business, and Jordan was our biggest client.

Charlotte headed to a flash of red further down the garage. I couldn’t remember the last time it had been out on the track. Megan was with her like a partner in crime. Jordan would be pissed someone let her in a racing car. They were well warned that Megan wasn’t allowed on the track because he was terrified something would happen to her.

All the cars began to emerge one at a time from the garage and take their positions. I’d seen Charlotte taking the rally car out back at the factory and she was good. Speed didn’t scare her, and when she’d emerged her eyes were wide and filled with excitement. The other guys hadn’t seen her in action and were allowing her to make her way to the head of the bunch of cars.

Idiots.

Her balls may not be hanging between her legs, but she had ovaries of steel and would hustle every one of them here today. I saw the moment Jordan realised Megan was in a car, but he could do nothing about it. Yeah, I was beginning to know whatthatfeeling felt like.

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