Page 14 of Getting Off

Tonight could turn out to be one in a million.

Lucas could feel his heart thudding away, the blood rushing in his veins, and his cock thickening.The sexual tension in the room had gone from zero to a hundred, all because Brooklyn decided to push the envelope.She had surprised them both.

He liked surprises.Always had.

The sound of Brooklyn zipping her suit shook him out of his lust-filled daze.It had been a while since anyone had stunned him like that and his desire had hit him so forcefully.

A slow smile crossed Dylan’s face.He didn’t say anything.He just handed Lucas a pair of driving boots.Lucas took the boots and realized that his hands were shaking a little.Enough that he felt amused by the power of his own reaction to these two people.

He hadn’t seen this coming.But that was the best part about life, wasn’t it?It was always throwing you surprises.

“All right,” Brooklyn announced as if she wasn’t aware they’d both been gaping at her.“I think I’ve got this right.How about the boots?Anything special I should know?”

“It’s not surgical wear, Doc,” Dylan drawled with amusement.“Just put your feet in and let’s go.”

It didn’t take long to finish getting geared up.He was surprised to find himself this excited for tonight.If anyone had told him this morning that he’d be suiting up to go driving in the Vegas desert tonight, he would’ve told them to go get medical help.Yet, here he was.

The three of them emerged from the locker room into the clubhouse proper.Lucas had been surprised by the lack of cars in the lot after the three of them had driven here.Inside, the place was empty.

He didn’t know what he’d expected.A night watchman, maybe?“Is nobody else here tonight?”

“The club is usually closed on Friday nights unless there’s a race or a Saturday time trial,” Dylan explained.“Believe it or not, I’m a manager here, and I live on site.I have permission to use the tracks and equipment.But since I’m notcleared”—he shot a wry look at Brooklyn—“to race the club vehicles.We’ll go out in one of my own.”

“Your own?”Brooklyn’s voice was trying hard to stay nonchalant, but there was an undercurrent of uncertainty in it.“Is it safe?”

“Better than safe,” Dylan said, even though that really didn’t make sense to Lucas.How could something be better than safe?“Don’t worry.Bubba will get us around in fine style.”

“Bubba?”Brooklyn’s skepticism was plain as day.Despite her bold move in the locker room, she looked like she was having second thoughts now.

Lucas definitely didn’t want that.He was learning all kinds of intriguing things about the doctor tonight.

He smiled reassuringly and touched her arm.“Let’s check it out before we panic.‘Better than safe’ is a high recommendation.”

She actually laughed and nodded.He felt good.Crisis averted.

For now.

They headed out the front doors of the clubhouse and into a cold desert night.Lucas paused and tipped his head back to stare at the clear night sky.The desert was always so much cooler at night.As soon as the sun left and the heat leached from the ground into the atmosphere, the temperature started to drop in the dry air.It was always like this.A clear blanket of velvet black studded with a million diamond-like stars stretched overhead.The beauty of this star-filled view was unsurpassed by anything else Lucas had ever seen in his life.

The yard lights at the club were bright, but they were swallowed up by the sheer darkness of the empty land around the buildings.Lucas followed Brooklyn and Dylan to the edge of the gravel parking area where a large, square-shaped vehicle sat by itself.

“This is Bubba,” Dylan said fondly as he opened the driver’s door and stepped up.The vehicle was so tall that he nearly had to fold himself in half to lean in and start the motor.Then he turned to Lucas.“Can you handle a stick?”

“Like a pro,” Lucas said, keeping his tone offhand even though his blood was rushing in his veins.“What is this?A Bronco?”

“Yeah.Seventy-eight.”Dylan nodded enthusiastically as he took hold of Brooklyn’s hand and led her around to the passenger door.“I rebuilt it a few years ago.Put a four-sixty under the hood and some good swamper tires on it.Upgraded the steering, suspension, and brakes too.It’s a beast and ugly as sin, but damn is it fun!”

Brooklyn gave a little huff of effort as she heaved herself into the passenger seat.As Lucas climbed behind the driver’s wheel, he realized there was a bench seat in the front of the vehicle.A full roll cage inside provided protection from rollover, and a huge bar was attached to the dashboard for passengers to hold tight.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got that dancer’s flexibility,” Dylan told Brooklyn as he climbed into the passenger seat and effectively nudged her into the middle.“You’re going to have to keep your legs out of his way when he shifts.”

Dylan handed out the helmets, and they all began to strap into the cab of the monstrous, rumbling vehicle.It was all Lucas could do not to laugh with excitement as he gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel.This was the same feeling he had when he was driving the Veyron and a straight stretch of highway opened in front of him.It was hard not to stomp the pedal down and see if he could break two-hundred miles per hour.Right now, he was ready and eager to go.He wanted to prove something to Dylan.

And he wanted to rattle the mysterious Doctor Brooklyn Foster as much as she’d rattled him when she’d so casually stripped off that sexy black dress.

He grinned and revved the engine.The night was waiting for him.

Dylan was having the time of his life right now.Hell, he’d crashed that stuffy party on a whim, hoping to see Doctor Beautiful again, and look how things had turned out.He was in his baby with Brooklyn pressed up against him and Lucas at the wheel, looking as eager to be off as a drag racer.

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