Page 21 of Dare You to Catch Me
The Devil is rising in me, and I'm not sure I will be able to control this much longer. This is exactly why I had that bracelet made with a tracker in it, knowing I will have to fight with her if I try to cage her, she's not a girl to cage. Emma's a little bad girl, enjoys defying me when I told her not to race, but she fucking did it anyways with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile that could kill.
Then her little games of saying she enjoys pain with pleasure, alright Baby Girl, let's play some games, you think you can handle me. Well let's just see if you can, because you are making me loose control of my darkest fucking desires Baby Girl.
I drop into my car and speed off, heading for the mountains hopefully to stop her from racing or worse, someone gets their hands on her, making me drive even faster.
Pulling up to the race, I see her standing by her car, the smile that she carries on her face causes the anger to subside for a fraction of a second until my body is laced with anger all over again.
Staying in my car, my eyes search the crowd, finding Caz, then picking out each of my men as they hide amongst the crowd.
I sit back and let her have her fun once more before, I make a decision to hide that fucking car from her, if I can't get her to stop running from me.
I know I might be fucking up any chance I have of actually making this marriage real, but I don't give a fuck, she can hateme for it, I will at least know she is safe.
Watching her every move from a distance, like a lion hunting his fucking prey, I notice Zee come up to her, knowing he's probably telling her it's time to race.
So I start my car and head to the finish line so I can wait for my wife, my Queen, the one who thinks it is fun to play her Catch Me games.
When I get my hands on her, she will soon realize, I will always catch her.
Chapter eight
EMMA
Every sensor in my body is sparking off from the adrenaline flooding my veins. Gripping the steering wheel with one hand, the other wrapped around my gear shifter, as my foot holds in the clutch, the other hovering over the gas pedal.
The guy I'm racing tonight is new in town. He's got a wicked car, I'll give him that, but is she as quick on her feet as she is beautiful? We shall see.
Zee stands between our cars and raises the flag. My foot starts to play with the gas pedal, bringing my RPMs up, preparing my car for when I dump the clutch.
The flag goes down. My feet work in perfect rhythm back and forth between the two as my hand slams the shifter, sliding through gears as the road goes by in a blur. What these newbies don't get, I've raced this mountain since I was a little girl. I can drive it blindfolded if I had to.
Getting through the first turn my opponent right on my ass, wasting no time in trying to pass me, but I give him no chance to do so. In a zone, shifting gears, sliding around turns, my mind wanders, even though I don't want it to, it does, and I think about Ace. My husband never thought those words would come from my mouth but, here I am saying it. Making my mind wander to the ache between my legs for him.
Driving helps me clear my head and right now, I am doing just that. I need to figure out if all my games, all my sassy shit has been me flirting with him because there is that deep connection between us. Or am I doing it because I am a little bit of a bitch, I'll admit that, and I like to play games, but something tells me, this isn't a game with Ace, this could be real.
After zipping up the mountain, making my way down, my opponent desperately tries to get around me but I hang on to my lead, adding a little more speed to get a gap between us.
Finally getting to the straight-away. I give beauty everything there is to give as she roars to life and gains distance between the other car. I see the other car approaching quickly, closing the gap between us; No no no. FUCK!
Only about a hundred yards left I still manage to hold my ground but he's coming; Come on beauty, we can't let him take this from us!
Yes, I'm talking to my car.
My heart beats so fucking hard against my chest. If he beats me he takes my fucking spot in the states races. The car beside me nose to nose, each pulling ahead of each other in a sling shot rhythm until...
I sling shot my ass over the finish line, first! YES! FUCK YES!
Slowing my car as I try to slow my rapidly beating heart that is about to explode with excitement.
ACE
I stand, wasting no time making my way to her as she stops her car, preparing to grab her as soon as she steps out of that car.
Her foot steps out and I reach my hand down and wrap around her arm and yank her out of the car “What did I fucking say?” And she gets that fuck you look on her face, and it only feeds my boiling temper, but causes my dick to jump all at the same time with her fucking sass, maybe from her race too. “What did I tell you, Ace? You will not cage me.”
I pick her up before I realize what I am doing, I shove her ass back in her car before I push her over to the passenger seat and I get in the driver's seat of her fucking demon as she settles. “I don't think so mister.” I look over at her, as I grit my teeth. “Oh yes. You want to play games, then we are playing them.” I shift her car into gear and I burn tires out of there. What my little Queen doesn't know, I know how to fucking drive and race just like her. I slam gears, and I can now see why she loves this car so fucking much, she's touchy, you give her some gas and she doesn't hesitate, easily glides into gears, nicely balanced around turns.
“So, how do you like driving her?” She playfully asks. “Don't change the subject.” My words come out harsh. “I'm not.” She spits.”
