Page 48 of Midnight Racers

Flynn:Take two paracetamol. You’ll have jaw ache when I finish.

Being with Flynn was too easy and addictive. Butterflies invaded my chest and made me lightheaded. He moved with the ease and grace of a predator wandering around his domain, ready to strike if provoked.

Me:Why would I have jaw ache?I asked innocently.

He knew fine well that he was big and stretched whatever orifice he invaded.

Flynn:Nice try. Your ass is mine later.

My teeth bit into my bottom lip to stop the grin that wanted to emerge. My panties felt a little too tight right now.How was I supposed to concentrate when he looked like that with his messy black hair and sunglasses hiding those green eyes that always saw too much. There was something wild and untameable about him, a force of nature that refused to bend to the will of others.

And that was hotter than any displays of toxic masculinity that I had ever witnessed before in my lifetime. He wore his confidence the way he wore that leather jacket he loved—with an air of authority that turned heads and made pulses race.

Yeah, he’d caught the attention of several of the race bunnies out there. They attended these events in the hope they’d snag themselves a racer to hang on the arm of. Katy had walked past Flynn several times to give him the eye, and I had to sit in here and pretend not to see her trying to flirt with my man.

I groaned and covered my face. He didn’t belong to me.

Me:Stop strutting around out there.

Flynn:WTF!?! What am I doing?

Me:Attracting all the horny bunnies.

He stopped walking and turned to stare at me for several seconds.

Flynn:Are you jealous?

Me:Nope.

That was a big, fat bunny-shaped lie.

Flynn:Want me to pick up one for later?

I stared at the phone and considered throwing it at him.

Me:Only if you want an STD.

Flynn:Meow!

Yeah, I was being catty, no I wasn’t sorry. She practically rubbed herself against Flynn on her last pass-by. I felt like dragging her away from him by her hair and depositing her on her ass beside my brother since she’d been a frequent visitor to his bed.

Me:My pussy has no regrets.

Flynn:Your pussy better be ready to be punished later.

Me:Meow!

The racing car was loaded up and our team disappeared one by one into our vans. Jordan waved in my direction before jumping into his Range Rover. Megan had been locked inside before Jordan confronted Dad at the end of the race. The window rapped beside me and I jumped. I knew the torso, but rolled the window down slightly.

“Sorry, I’m not allowed to open the door to strangers,” I said in an innocent tone.

“Hilarious,” Flynn replied. “Open the door before I rip your brother’s head off.”

I pouted. “That’s a bit dramatic.” I pressed the button to open the car and Flynn wandered around the front to slide in beside me.

“I swear he’s the most annoying prick in the world,” he continued to rant. “Do you think I could accidentally run over him?”

Flynn turned to face me.

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