Page 36 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he said, and pulled her into a hug. “If you win today it will be because you’re the better driver. Full stop.” Then he pushed her back and stared at her like she was an idiot. “Okay?”
Smiling, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Good. Let’s race.”
They made their way over to the cars, playfully shoving each other and laughing as they went. Her brother was sticking with Holden, but instead of a vintage muscle car from their father’s stable, he’d opted to put Dane’s R8 GTS through its paces.
Emily on the other, was driving a BMW M3 Competition sedan, the one she’d acquired from a police auction the previous month and had shipped up from Victoria. And yes, she understood the irony of buying a Beamer after telling her men she didn’t even like the brand. But how was she supposed to pass up the opportunity of owing an ex-highway patrol car with more mods than she could poke a stick at?
Of course, she’d spent the last month putting her own personal touches on it, starting with a paint job. No one would ever confuse it for a cop car now, not with its bright canary yellow body and sleek black racing stripes. She’d also modified the exhaust, upgraded the sound system and, for the first time ever, she had given her car a name.
Birdie.
She thought it fitting considering the colour.
She climbed in, strapped in and started the engine. Birdie purred to life. Until Emily hit the accelerator and then she roared. A glance to the sidelines told her Eric and Dane were watching her closely, and for a moment she got distracted, remembering all the things they’d done for her, and to her, in the last few weeks.
Hell, the last few nights.
Emily had spent so much time over at their house, they’d asked her to move in. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but she was all in when it came to exploring her newfound sexuality and all the naughty ways her boyfriends expressed their love and appreciation for her. Sometimes she even did things on purpose, like hide their shields, misplace their keys, things she knew would earn her a trip over Eric’s knees for a spanking, while Dane force-fed her his cock.
She was so distracted by these thoughts that it was only when her brother honked his horn that she realised she was still staring at Eric and Dane instead of paying attention to the cars.
Giving Teddy a thumbs-up, Emily revved her engine again and laid some rubber on the track before rolling forwards to the starting line and triggering the lights.
After that, the only thought in her head was….
Win.
Emily knew the timing of the lights. She’d had the pattern memorised for years. The only difference between her and her older brother was reaction speed, that was what won races like this.
Her adrenaline was high, her concentration solid, and as she watched those lights flicker downwards without even a second of time between them, her excitement and anticipation sharpened her senses and calmed her mind, and by the time the green light lit up, she was in motion.
Flying down the track like a bat out of Hell.
And it was all over in ten seconds flat.
Emily knew she hadn’t won, but she couldn’t deny it was a rush.
Slowing her car down, she took the slip road to cut back around to the pre-staging area, and petted her steering wheel. “Good girl, Birdie. We’ll get him one day.”
But as she turned the corner, she saw her family waving and jumping up and down, screaming incomprehensible things. She parked her car, then realised Teddy was pulling up behind her.
What was going on?
Suddenly Eric and Dane were there, pulling her free from the driver’s seat and kissing her as though they hadn’t seen her in a year.
“You won!” her mother screamed. “I’m so proud of you, Emmy. You won.”
“What?” A loud rushing sound filled Emily’s ears and she shook her head, sure she’d misheard her mother. “I don’t think?—”
But then she looked over at her brother, who had the biggest grin on his face even as he was casually pulling his leather gloves off. “You beat me, kiddo. Fair and square.”
“I did?”
“She’s in shock.”
“Come here, kitten.” Eric pulled her into his arms and held her tightly against his chest, while Dane slid his arms around her from behind. Her men. Her lovers. Her protectors. Always there, always surrounding her with their warmth and their kindness and their love.
