We’re speeding on the road,The Garageis a speck behind us as I look from miles away. It feels like catching a glimpse of heaven and taunting the devil below. This place was madefor her. I smile like an idiot but I don’t give a shit. She can overdrive all she wants.
I crank up the music, Chemical by Post Malone comes on next and I chuckle at the irony.
“You have a smoke?”
I fish inside my pocket but already knowing I don’t, “No, I left my pack in the room.”
She slows the car, and I slant my gaze and follow her movements as she pulls out a cigarette she tucked inside the waistband of her underwear.
“That’s impressive.”
“I have another inside my bra too,” she points out.
“Save it for later, one is enough.” I search for a lighter in the glove compartment. “Found it,” I flick the lighter and sear the tip with the flame.
I tuck it between her red lips, letting her take a few pulls. The imprint of her red lipstick covers the butt of the cigarette but I take a few pulls myself anyway.
“Red suits you,” she teases, smiling like the happiest girl in the whole world. We exchange the cigarette as the ride continues, filling the cabin of the car with smoke.
We’re peaceful as the song continues and the mountain peaks roll behind us.
After a few more miles, I check my phone for the time. “My race is up next, we should head back.”
When we park the car atThe Garage, I exit, rounding the hood of the car, and switch places with her as she climbs over into the passenger seat.
“Are you sure you want to stay?” I ensure.
“Yes.”
“I will keep you safe.”
“I know.” She averts her gaze upfront. “Show me how you win this, champ.”
“Hold on tight.”
Instead of grabbing the seat or the door handle, her palm locks around my forearm.
“Sorry, it’s an instinct.” She says through a sly grin.
She goes to pull away. Placing my hand over hers, I place it onto my thigh instead.
“Keep it here.” I turn my gaze to the road ahead. “For good luck.”
I watch the guy who has the flag like a hawk.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
“What?”
“I’ll watch the road, and you can ensure that this race will come to an end in more ways than one.” My wicked smirk crawls across my mouth as I glance at her and back on the road.
“Drag the zipper down,” I guide her, and surprisingly she complies, “Open the button and push two fingers underneath the fabric, let them play with your soaked clit.”
“How do you know I’m soaked?” she snarks back, making a little head nod.
The moment the flag drops, I hit the clutch, throw the shifter, and slam on the gas.
“If last night rings a bell, you’re wet for meright now.” I use my deep voice, uttering those words with a knowing smirk.
