Page 95 of Race to Me

∞∞∞

“This is so much better.” I chew on my delicious, greasy burger, taking a swig of my sweet chocolate milkshake to wash it down. I’m sitting on the trunk of my new car, and Foster’s standing in front of me, eating his food.

He nods, wiping a fallen drop of ketchup from my chin. “Seriously, remind me next time to skip the fancy date, and we’ll come here.”

“Deal,” I reply with a smile. “But I do appreciate it.”

I’m at his height while sitting on the trunk, so he leans forward to plant a kiss on my cheek. His warm hand lingers on my thigh, diving under the slit of my red dress.

“Your place?” I suggest, biting my lip seductively.

Foster’s gaze roams from my eyes directly to the slit in my dress. “Absolutely.”

Thirty-seven

The moment we pull into Foster’s driveway and he helps me out, our lips are locked, and the air around us swarms with passion. I wrap my legs around him when he picks me up, not caring about my dress opening for him.

He fumbles with his keys, but the doors are already opened. Thank God.

Foster reaches the first step and stops in his tracks, glancing past me. “No. Fuck no.” he hisses.

I turn my head to find Ryder and Callum looking serious, their arms crossed against their broad chests.

Foster carefully sets me down. “We’ll be back in a minute,” he tells them.

Ryder shakes his head, a sinister sneer on his face. “Rules are rules, Ghost.”

“Give me five minutes with her.”

In Callum’s hand is a potato sack, and when he lifts his arms everything goes black.

I scream, kicking and punching past the darkness. Foster’s angry voice overtakes everything in the room. A quick, thump sounds, then another.

Foster lifts the bag from my face, holding it in his hand. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He frowns, then his eyes turn to a standing Ryder before resting on Callum’s body as he lays on the ground, knocked out. “Like I said, I just needed five minutes to prepare her.”

“For what?” I ask.

He takes my shaking hands in his, kissing my fingertips.

Ryder next hands me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “Put this on.”

“Here?” My voice trembles.

Foster’s icy gaze cuts to him. “Turn around.” he demands.

And they do, so I change quickly behind the banister while Foster protects my body from wandering eyes. But they all respectfully keep turned until he says I’m done.

“Do you trust me?” Foster asks, and I reply with a nod. “Okay, good. You wanted this, Freckles, so I promise you’re not in danger. We’re going to put you—”

“No, no, no.” Callum peels himself from the ground, brandishing a bloody smile. “She can’t bypass shit. Grab her, Ryder.” He orders.

Foster gives me an apologetic look before throwing me over his shoulder. “I’ve got her.”

And for some reason, I’m not scared. I think I know what this is: initiation.

After walking outside, he sets me down next to his bike. Ryder gets on a different one than usual, one classic and loud with thick tires, and Callum slides on his red bike.

“Don’t be scared, okay?” Foster soothes me with a calm tone, pulling out a black t-shirt from his bag. Carefully, he wraps it around my face, tying it at the back.

---