Page 81 of Midnight Racers

“No, but they can keep an eye to ensure no one else joins you.”

I expected Charlotte to protest, but she just continued to peer up at me. Pressure gathered in my chest and I once again wondered what all this suggested and what the emotions that rumbled inside me meant.

“Stay safe out there,” she said in a low voice. “I have to stand there and pretend you mean nothing to me when you could be injured or worse. That track is dangerous, especially with someone like my brother on it.”

I tipped her head up, my lips grazing hers. “And if I win?”

Since that night when she misunderstood what I was saying, a new side of Charlotte had emerged. One that pushed boundaries and demanded what she needed physically. She challenged me and I craved being with her on the journey of sexual discovery.

“If you win, you can book a weekend at Midnight Manor,” she said, her hands sliding down my chest to hover over my groin. “Your choice of what you want.”

Fuck, yes!

All the possibilities flooded my brain and almost short-circuited my thoughts. I wanted to strap her up, tie her down, have sex in every position my perverted brain could think of, and then snuggle with her as she slept sated in my arms.

“Deal,” I replied, snatching a kiss before standing to get ready.

Pixie glared at me from the doorway. She had taken to huffing at any public displays of affection. Sex downstairs was out of the question because the diva had learnt how to open doors and she objected to sex, my dick being her target. She seemed determined to swipe at it, and those claws looked sharp. Maybe she would like to sleep outside with the geese, far from my dick and its ambitions to get inside Charlotte? She had her contraceptive shot, so now we could have sex whenever we wanted, wherever we wanted, and the only thing I needed to worry about was not being caught by the local police.

I narrowed my eyes at her and I swear that cat did the same in return.

“Leave my pussy alone,” Charlotte chastised me, lifting Pixie, who snuggled against her human as if to say she belonged to her. “She’s just not used to penises loose in the house.”

“I can’t imagine anyone would be used to random dick bouncing along on their testicles around the house. It’s a little distressing.”

Charlotte gave me herdon’t be a dicklook. “There was a reason Eve gave Adam a fig leaf,” she replied like a smartass.

“It was probably because she wanted a salad to go with her meat.” I winked at her and she glared at me.

“It’s because penises are not attractive. They’re ugly appendages, and testicles don’t help with their aesthetic, never mind being close to your ass.”

“Doesn’t stop you sucking him and moaning while doing it.”

“True,” she conceded. “But we’re talking about Pixie and her penis phobia.”

I turned my attention to the diva in a furry coat. “We need to get her a boyfriend. She’s a frustrated pussy.”

Charlotte tried to cover Pixie’s ears. “She is not, and she’s only a baby. She is just terrified of that monster between your legs.”

“Uh-huh.” I wandered off with a grin because we both knew she would be screaming my name later with that monster between her legs.

Everyone was gathered at the race track when we arrived after we ate our breakfast. Jordan and Megan stood chatting to one of the race officials since he was the diplomatic branch of our team, making connections and smoothing problems. It allowed me to be a dick.

Declan appeared beside Charlotte since he had been appointed to take first watch with her. My Ford Sierra was brought off the low loader and into our pit area. No one knew what was under the bonnet but our team, and I couldn’t wait to get out there and let her go to her full potential.

I tended to always drive in my jeans and leather jacket, but racing etiquette dictated that I wear a flameproof suit just in case of accidents or incidents.

“I’m going to go and get changed,” I said to the guys. “Everyone knows what needs to be done.”

The guys nodded. Jordan had them well warned and most of them were carrying discreet weapons. Any problems and our van would be filled with bodies that would be taken for immediate cremation. No body, no crime.

Dale was inside the changing area, his jaw tightening when I walked in. He watched my every movement.

“Do you mind?” I said. “I don’t need you staring at my ass.”

“Fuck you,” Dale snapped.

“No thanks, you’re not my type.” I grinned at him because I knew it would push his buttons and Dale didn’t do well in a race when his temper was up.

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