Page 2 of Lust

Qualifications were always a slaughtering ground. Ivory had kept her word and had the car ready for qualifications. If you had said to me that my little bookworm of a sister would be the Crew Chief of my NASCAR I would have laughed.

Hell she didn’t fit in with the crowd. She looked like one of the girls that parade these stands for men—one of those models. I didn’t mean that meanly. Ivory was your stereotypical blonde. Which made me the overprotective brother.

The only difference was, she had brains, and fuck she wasn’t scared to use them. It was my bad influence that had her starting a tattoo collection. Much to our parents' disapproval. Still the point was, my little sister, could naturally draw a males eye. And right now she had scored a mans attention. Not just any man, but the bikers. Fucking Kace Striking.

He was gawking at her, watching her bend over under the hood of my car. I was a minute away from storming off at him and throwing a punch. But I knew that would result in a massive fight and we would both get disqualified before qualifications.

I was so busy glaring at Kace that I nearly didn’t feel the woman that ran into my side.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” She splutters out, looking at her coke all over my jumpsuit. I was ready to race. I couldn’t stop the glare, that she scored, perhaps it had more heat on it because a moment ago I was glaring at Kace.

Then I realized who this woman was—and yeah it had started as a game, but the more she played back, the further I was willing to go for this ‘game’.

So I try not to crack a smirk. I take a step towards her, closing the gap. And my mouth goes to her ear. “That won’t be the only thing you are spilling over me.”

She pulls back, scorching me with her eyes. “Keep it in your pants Gabe.” And Olivia bats those long eye lashes before shouldering past me.

“Winning this one for you baby.” I say to her back, loud enough for Kace to stop staring at my sister. And he realizes I’m flirting with his misses.

He was quick to pull Olivia to him, and plants a kiss on her lips, before shooting a glare over her shoulder at me.

I give him a wink, which pisses him off more.

“Okay the car is ready.” Ivory was at my side, and I take my eyes off Kace and his woman, to look at my little sister.

“Fucking hell you got any idea who was just staring at you?” I say to her, and she just blinks, completely so soaked up and absorbed in getting the car ready for qualifications she had no idea she had scored the attention of Kace for the last ten minutes.

I shake my head, unable to have a conversation with her about it now. Heading for the race car, ready for qualifications. I knew now Ivory had done everything she could do to get us ready for these races, it was now up to me to make sure we got a good place.

I loved thrills. I loved danger. I loved everything to do with racing, right up to risking your life. There was nothing like the feeling when you are racing around the track at a speed that if you lose control it would cost you your life.

Some call it madness.

I call adrenaline my blood type.

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We crackeda beer over the car, after qualifying in first spot. Kace was right behind me, by a hundredth of a second keeping us from second.

Ivory hadn’t stopped grinning. “When you didn’t throw in the second lap, I thought we were in trouble.” She voices her concerns. She was referring to when a NASCAR driver takes the second lap off. Because it usually adds time, then takes it off. Some drivers were known to send their car to the pits on purpose.

Me however? I liked the speed and couldn’t get enough of it.

“You looked angry when I pulled back in.” I said, as a few people approached me, whacking me on the back, congratulating me and then walking off. Everyone knew better than to get in the middle of one of Ivory’s and mine’s conversations.

She gave me a sharp look. Which I caught. “Come on Gabe, everyone knows second laps add time.” She shook her head. “Your addiction to the road, is going to cost us one day.”

“As long as it is time and not my life, I’m not fazed by it.” I shrugged and then caught a woman storming past our set up, heading for the parking lot. It wasn’t just who it was, it was her expression.

“I’ll be back alright?” I say to Ivy and swipe another beer from the cooler and take off after the woman. Olivia and I flirted, a lot, and I was only a man. I wanted more, but she wasn’t interested. She liked her men bad. Really bad. And I was still trying to convince her, just because I didn’t have a criminal record, didn’t mean I wasn’t her perfect bad boy.

Hell I could make sure she didn’t go without a thing, without leaving her to go to prison. I wasn’t bragging or anything but I thought I was the perfect bad boy for her. Hell if she was worried about the bedroom, I had that shit covered. However, I had a feeling her crying in the car parking lot, trying to get into my sister’s car, had something to do with that bad boy she loved so much.

“Olivia?” I said to her back, watching her trying to get in Ivory’s car. Ivory wouldn’t let us upgrade but why Olivia would want to steal Ivory’s car, was beyond me. “You alright?”

She froze, slowly glancing to her side, seeing me. She shallows sharply and I see the tears running down her cheeks.

“Again, I’m going to ask if you are okay?” I say and place the beers on Ivory’s car roof.

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