Page 76 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

With a wink, she blows me a kiss and shakes her hand with a hang-ten sign as she sticks out her tongue. “See ya in a bit,” she says, then drives off.

As she goes to take her place in line, I walk to the bleachers and climb to the top. She’s right, the view’s not great, but it’s a little better than standing on the ground. I’m able to see them start down the straightaway and round the first turn, then they’re out of sight until they come flying back down the straightaway again.

She was full of shit when she said she was going to take it easy on them. I didn’t think it was possible for this woman to turn me on any more than she already does. I was wrong. She’s schooling them out there and it’s sexy as fuck.

Her group comes in and she pulls her car back into her spot next to mine. Still in her car, she takes off her helmet and unzips the top of her suit.

“Wooow!” she exclaims, getting out of her car, triumphant energy emanating from her. “That was a good run.”

“You were amazing. How fast were you going?” Her exhilaration bounds onto me.

“On the straightaway, you can usually get up to one-sixty, one-seventy sometimes. It’s a rush.” Her smile stretches across her face, dewy with sweat.

“Holy shit.” She’s one sassy firecracker.

We approach Joe’s trailer and he spins around, whistling.

“Hot damn, Kitten. Great run. I’ll git you on the next one.”

She checks her time and does a little victory dance. We hang out with Joe at his trailer and a few of the other guys from her group join us. Joe takes out two lawn chairs from inside his trailer for us.

“Whaddya think, Enzo? You gonna start joinin’ us? It’s a helluva good time,” he says, handing me a beer and sitting in his chair.

“I don’t know, I might have to.” Watching them for only a short time, the energy speeds through my veins.

I listen while they talk about cars, racing, lap times, and their families. She was right, there’s very much a family feel here. After her second race, it’s time for me to head back home. I say goodbye to everyone at Joe’s trailer and she walks with me back to our cars.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” I say. “This was fun and your friends are really nice. And I loved watching you kick their asses.”

Playfulness tickles her laugh. “I’m glad you came with me,” she says, leaning against my Jeep, eyes sparkling in the golden sunlight.

Standing close to her, I lean in. “Watching you race your car was an unexpected turn on. You can’t imagine how badly I want to unzip your suit right now.”

With that, keeping her eyes on mine, she tugs the zipper on her fire suit lower, giving me a better glimpse at her cleavage with her breasts packed into a low-cut, cotton sports bra. As my eyes follow her unzipping, my dick twitches. I strain to hold myself back from sticking my face into her breasts.

“You’re trying to kill me.” My hard-on presses against my jeans.

“No, just tease you a little.” She winks, little vixen.

“Another success for you today,” I say, my balls aching for her.

Pressing into her, I slide my hands through her hair, and lower my lips to hers. Releasing her lips, I brush a kiss to her forehead. Leaning back, I look her in the eyes. “Be careful out there.”

“Always.” Her smile holds her promise. “Be back home tomorrow,” she says as she zips up her suit.

“Let me know when you’re home safe.”

“I will.”

On my drive back to L.A., she’s all I can think about. She’s climbing deeper into my heart.

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