Page 115 of Flaunt
My stomach tightens as I ponder what this means.
“Run, Moss,” Brooke shouts as he hustles down the straightaway.
I pull my head from my thoughts and watch the sign.Nineteen.
His hands hit his knees, and he heaves.
“What was my time?” Jess asks, looking at Mom.
“Eighteen.”
“He didn’t just beat me,” Jess says, mouth gaping. “I call bullshit.”
Dad holds a hand in the air. “We all agreed this was unbiased. He beat you.”
Jess throws his arms up and walks away from the group.
“Foxx or Banksy,” Dad says, watching Pippa pull the last name from the hat.
She grins. “Let’s see it, Banks.”
I shouldn’t be this nervous. I don’t even know why I’m nervous. Probably because I talked a lot of shit and now I have to put my money where my mouth is.
I’d like my mouth to be on Sara’s pussy.
“You can do it, Sparkles,” Sara says.
I look at her and grin. She winks.
No, no. Focus.I look down the stretch of road and shake my arms.That’s not far. Let’s show these boys how it’s done.
I press off the ground andgo. My eyes focused ahead of me, back straight, my head neutral to my spine. My acceleration is quicker than I expected, and I hit my top speed just as the sign begins to blink. Twenty-three, twenty-four as I blow past it.
God, I’m not in the shape I used to be in.
I suck in air, fighting the urge to bend over.
Take that, boys.
My face is hot as I turn back to my family. “What was that? Did I see a two-four on there?” I heave a breath. “That’s what it looked like to me.”
Sara’s grins ear to ear as I reach her. Her arms go over my shoulders, and she kisses my cheek.
“That’s so freaking sexy,” she whispers in my ear.
“Just wait until we get home.”
“I can hear you!” Paige shouts. “And I can’t see anything but the sky.”
Sara giggles. “Sorry.” She removes herself from me and points the phone toward the road.
Foxx is already lined up.
The road is slightly higher than where we’re standing. That must be the reason Foxx looks so … large.Maybe I just never see him in basketball shorts.
“Don’t blow out a knee,” I yell, more to distract him than anything. But, in typical Foxx style, he doesn’t blink. He just focuses on the road ahead like I don’t even exist.
Maybe I don’t exist in his world. Huh.
