Page 62 of Ride or Die
THIRTY
FIRST RACE
LAYLA
Today is my first race.
Colt has been training me for weeks now, and I’ve gotten the hang of it enough that I'm finally willing to put myself out there. They have set up a basic quarter-mile track, with me in Colt’s car against another girl in her boyfriend’s Mustang. We’re both rookies, so we were paired together, and our men are coming with us.
In true nerd fashion, I love how organized these street races are, even if they are illegal. Cars and drivers’ skills are matched as evenly as possible, and rookie drivers only race other rookies. They don’t take bets on novice drivers, so our race tonight is more for fun and practice.
Colt is confident I’m going to win. Not going to lie, I want to throw up from the pressure. I am Colton Hawthorne’s girlfriend. I should know how to drive this fucking thing. And if I don’t? The scrutiny may be unbearable.
Idling in neutral at the start line, my fingers nervously tap the wheel. I inhale deeply trying to calm my nerves, but it’s notdoing much good. I’m not only worried I’ll lose, but that I’ll lose control of the car and kill them all. That’s why Colt’s here.
“It’s okay, babe, just breathe. You got this. Look at her, she’s nervous as fuck. Chad is a shitty driver too, so she’s learning from a chump,” he says, analyzing their body language from the passenger’s seat.
“See, they’re arguing,” he continues, chuckling. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely winning, and once you do, your confidence will skyrocket. That will make you an even better driver.”
He looks back over at me, his lusty eyes wandering over my body. “Fuck, you look so sexy sitting there.”
I glance down at myself and think yeah, he’s probably right. I’m dressed a little provocatively, my boobs busting out the top of this shirt. Seeing me dressed like this behind the wheel of his sports car is probably a total turn on for a guy like him.
Our attention is drawn out the windshield when Lacey, the usual flag girl, comes out. We rev our engines, my foot just lightly waiting on the clutch and my hand on the stick shift. She lifts the flags above as I prepare myself to take off, and my heart beats out of my chest. As soon as the flags drop, the tires spin, doing a small burnout, and we take off. I get up to speed quickly, completely leaving the other car in the dust.
"Punch it, baby! Wooo! Fuck yeah! I love this shit!" Colt laughs and cheers, holding onto the holy shit bar and enjoying every moment.
I grin at his enthusiasm as I cross the finish line. It was a quick little race, and the competition was nothing. I'm pretty sure she stalled on the line, but still…I won!
“Way to go, babe! You won!” Colt looks over at me with so much pride, and now I’m the one laughing with excitement and accomplishment. He’s right, it’s a rush, and I feel way more confident now.
I slow the car to a stop, and people cheer and clap for me, heightening the adrenaline rush. I can’t contain my beaming smile as we get out of the car and mingle before the next race starts. For the first time in my life, I’m feeling comradery with other people.
Colt waves at Axel, indicating we’re leaving, and signals to me to get back into the driver’s seat.
The moment the doors close, the air between us thickens. Colt’s eyes burn into me, and I turn my head to meet his gaze. I swallow hard as I take him in, my heart racing from how he’s looking at me.
“Where to, babe?” I ask, my voice sounding low and sexy, even to my own ears.
“Home. Now drive the fucking car.” His deep voice is commanding, and my thighs cinch together in response.
The entire drive back is filled with sexual tension, Colt’s eyes glued to me the whole time. Every second that passes makes me pulsate with need, and it takes everything I have to stay in my lane. His intensity is unmatched when he’s pursuing me. He becomes so primal. Me winning the race and driving his car is only fueling his desire tonight.
As we near The Shores, he takes off his seat belt and leans onto the center console, his hand gripping my thigh and slowly traveling towards my center. I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road as his hand creeps up and gently rubs me through my leggings, but I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
My eyes dart back and forth between Colt and the road as he licks his lips, a lusty smirk on his face. He knows the effect that has on me.
His gaze continues to burn my skin as he brings his hand up my stomach, along my breastbone, and gently caresses the swell of my breast. His fingers feather across my exposed flesh, my nipples becoming impossibly hard. Sliding one finger down, hegrazes my nipple over my shirt, rubbing back and forth. Teasing me, turning me right the fuck on.
“Mmm…you’re my bad girl, aren’t you? Driving and racing my car like you fucking own it,” he says lowly, sending a jolt of excitement straight to my core. My eyes are on the road, but I can see the arousal on his face in my peripheral vision.
His hand makes his way back down and undoes my seat belt. My pelvis shifts slightly, allowing his hands to slip into my leggings and cup my eager pussy. The heel of his hand rubs against my sensitive nub, and my foot nearly slips off the clutch.
We moan simultaneously.
My lips part, and my breathing increases. He leans in, licks my ear, and drags out my lobe with his teeth, a shiver running down my spine as his breath fans my neck. Thank god I see his house because I can’t take this anymore.
I pull into the garage and hastily get out, locking the car behind me as Colt presses the button to the garage door. I’m already halfway up the stairs by the time he enters, not far behind me. As I near the bedroom, I remove my top and bra, hearing the jingle of his belt buckle coming undone.
