Page 6 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
Eric glared at his younger brother but Dane simply shrugged. “What? We wanted his attention. She got it. And you know she can drive.”
“Her ability to drive was never in question—I know she can drive—but we’re talking about Shane fucking Spencer.” He slashed a hand through the air, cutting off the idea. “No.”
Ignoring the happy fluttery feeling Eric’s compliment caused around her heart, Emily straightened her spine and faced him down. “I can do this. You know I can.”
“No. I won’t allow it.”
“Brother—” Dane began, coming to Emily’s defence, but she cut him off.
“You won’t allow it?” she repeated, her eyes narrowing and her knees feeling much more firm. “Huh. Last I checked, you can’t tell me what to do, Evan. You’re not my father.”
Eric pulled her closer, pressed his lips to her ear, and the hard ridge of his cock against her hip. “Believe me, kitten, I am very aware of that fact. But that doesn’t change the fact that you want to race a known psychopath who hates to lose, especially to women. And you’ve already humiliated him once tonight.” He shook his head. “He will cheat. You will lose. I will not allow it.”
“I’m waiting,” Shane said behind them, managing to sound both irritated and bored at the same time.
Ignoring the twat behind them, Dane said quietly, “At this point, she may not have a choice.”
“Would it help if I told you my brother was the one who taught me how to drive? You know, the one who outmanoeuvred professional car thieves? The one you insist on calling ‘convict’?”
Eric’s jaw tightened. “No, it wouldn’t.” Then he shook his head and blew out a slow breath, his irritation slowly morphing into resignation. “But Dane’s right. We don’t have a choice.” He gripped her chin between his strong fingers but held her gently, and it took all of her will to focus on what he said next and not the zing of awareness between her thighs as he forced her gaze to his. God, she’d missed his touch. “You will drive Dane's car only, understand? If he insists on you driving one of his, we’re getting you out of here. Agreed?”
Emily opened her mouth to argue, but the stern look on Eric’s face made her think better of it. “Agreed,” she mumbled, then turned to face her challenger and his groupies, folded her arms over her chest and lifted her chin. “What’s in it for me?”
Shane smiled as if he knew he’d already won. It was disconcerting that such an evil man could have such a sexy smile. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“I highly doubt that,” she replied, earning another round of childish wooing noises from the onlookers surrounding them. “And you didn’t answer my question. What’s it in for me if I race you?”
“I notice you didn’t ask what you get if you win,” Shane said, his entire demeanour relaxed and smug.
“Oh, I know I’m gunna win.”
Shane snorted, then ran his tongue over his teeth and his smiled slipped into something more sinister. “All right. You win, you get my ride. But if I win….” His gaze trailed down her body and back up again, then he licked his lips. Sexy smile or not, her stomach churned and she knew exactly what was coming next. “You spend the night with me.”
“No.” Eric.
“Fuck no.” Dane.
Emily smiled tightly at the unoriginal twat. “Doing what? Stroking your huge ego?”
“Oh, you’ll be stroking something huge, cutie, and not just my ego.”
Staring him down, Emily managed to control her urge to vomit, but only just. “Ew.”
Chapter Four
The expression of shock on Shane Spencer’s face as Emily dismissed his proposition using nothing more than mean girl energy would have been hilarious, if it hadn’t immediately morphed into simmering fury with a side order of undisguised lust.
Eric watched their douchebag of a target run his gaze down Emily’s curvy body again as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and the urge to shoot the arsehole had him itching to grab his gun. Not that he would lethally wound him or anything. No. He’d just maim him a little, or so he thought until Shane blew Emily a kiss.
Yeah. Okay. He’d maim him a lot.
“You got a car, cutie, or do you need a loaner?”
“Emily will drive my car,” Dane said, a wicked grin crossing his brother’s face as he proudly launched into the stats. “R8 GTS.” He indicted the fierce red Holden parked a few metres away. “6.2 litre, upgraded cams, high flow injectors, and custom exhaust and headers. Plus cold air induction and a Superflow spoiler.” His brother stared at Shane and held his gaze as he slid his hands over Emily’s hips and pulled her back against him. Taunted him with what he'd never have. “She’s sexy as fuck and when you drive her just right, she purrs like a wildcat in heat.” He stared down at their girl. “The car’s pretty damn near perfect too.” Then Dane nuzzled against Emily’s neck and made her squirm.
Eric grinned at the sight, at the blush colouring their girl’s cheeks and the soft giggle escaping her kissable lips as Dane ravished her throat. Fuck. He was getting hard again. “Focus,” he growled, the word aimed at all of them. They needed to stay sharp. Needed to keep Emily safe. He wouldn’t be able to face her family if anything went wrong. And he didn’t even want to contemplate what his sister would do to them if her newest BFF got hurt.
Dane pulled back and rested his chin on Emily’s head, threw a smug grin at their target. “Your turn.”
