“You might want to watch that pretty mouth,” Ireply, gaining on another car as we approach our second of three laps. “I’ve never given up on anything in my life. I’m not about to start now.”
“Whatever. I like lavender massage oil, FYI. It really relaxes me,” she says cockily, continuing to take every corner like she’s done it a hundred times. I can’t stop the chuckle that rolls up my throat at her boldness, feeding her shit talk right back to her.
“That’s nice. Blowing my load all over your ass while you ride my lap will probably have the same effect on me.” My words hit a mark I didn’t even know I was aiming for as her car skids, losing traction for just a moment before she rights herself.
Good to know.
Passing another car and leaving just one last driver between us, I lock in, determined to get up front. In a flash, we’re on our final lap, and I’ve somehow managed to pass everyone except Finley. There’s still a decent amount of space between us, so I decide to play a little dirty in an attempt to gain on her.
“You know,” I drawl, keeping my eyes on the screen. “I’d make sure you got off, too. All you’d have to do is rub that sweet little cunt on my thigh. I bet you’d soak right through my pants, huh? Such a horny little thing all the time, especially after going all weekend without it. I bet I could have you screaming my name in seconds.”
A quiet gasp fills the air beside me, and I catch movement out of my peripheral vision as she sits forward—the universal symbol forit’s go time.I clear my throat, pretending not to notice as I continue.
“Fuck, Mama. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Forget blowing on your ass. That’s not good enough. I think I’d rather paint your insides again.” That does the trick, causing her to lose control of her car long enough for me to bolt ahead. A satisfied grin tugs at my lips, but I’m a little too cocky because she’s right on my ass as we take the final corner.
“You’re not the only one who knows how to play dirty, Theo,” she says, tapping my bumper with hers. I fishtail for several seconds, managing to recover just as she pulls up beside me, our cars nearly even with the finish line in the distance. But I know something she doesn’t, thanks to my brother-in-law being a creature of habit.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I apologize, feeling just the tiniest bit guilty for what I’m about to do—but not nearly enough to stop myself from double-pressing both triggers at the same time and holding. It activates turbo mode, and I take off, leaving her in my dust as I blow over the finish line like a rocket. Checkered flags wave all around, and the camera pans to my car in an instant replay.
I slowly—cautiously—turn my head, ready to accept whatever’s about to be thrown my way.Hopefully not a video game controller, but it would be well-deserved.I expect to be met with a set of blazing green eyes or flared nostrils. Maybe some smoke pouring from her ears, since I definitely just played her for a fool. But there isn’t a trace of animosity to be found in her untroubled expression—just a hint of a smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
Red flag. Abort mission.
I’ve seen this episode before. The guy didn’t make it.
I laugh nervously, sweat beading at the back of my neck as she stares blankly. It seems as though my girl has a bit of a competitive side, and unless I’m reading her wrong, there’s a strong possibility that I just pissed it off. “I probably should’ve told you about the nitrous before we started. You don’t have to…you know.”
“No,” she replies, her tone calm and collected as she stands. I’m on high alert, stuck somewhere betweenI fucked upandfuck it, it’s fine, swallowing thickly when she leans down and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “A bet is a bet. I owe you a lap dance. Stay right here while I…freshen up.”
“Okay,” I croak, watching as she heads upstairs and disappears from my view, thesnickof a door echoing through the otherwise quiet house.
I’m about to have the best or worst experience of my life. Either way, I have a feeling I’m going to love every fucking minute of it.
TWENTY-FIVE
FINLEY
“What acheater,”I mutter to myself through clenched teeth, ripping my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. Not only did Theo try to throw me off with his deliciously dirty mouth—which almost worked, by the way—but he also knew about controls that I had no idea even existed. Had he not used turbo mode to win the race, I’d be covered from head to toe in massage oil. Instead, I’m in my room, preparing to deliver his prize.
Hell, I’m not even mad about the lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and dying to touch him. It was a long weekend, sleeping with our almost-naked bodies pressed together, but not going beyond a few short make-out sessions. Add in him talking about what he wants to do to me just a few minutes ago, and I’m ready to rub myself all over him like a cat in heat. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make him pay for bamboozling me down there.
Shimmying out of my leggings, I walk over to mydresser and open the top drawer. I have several new lingerie sets the girls talked me into buying after I told them Theo and I were having sex, all of which fit like a glove. Any one of them would be perfect for the occasion, although I think I need to up the ante if I really want to drive him wild. Even though he won in the shadiest of ways, I always settle my debts.
The idea hits me like a brick to the face—a way that I can blow his mindandmake him regret being such a dirty little liar—but it’s going to take some scheming. I need to get from my room to Theo’s as quietly as possible, or he’ll suspect that I’m up to no good.
I’m positively giddy as I open the door and peek out, ensuring that Theo is still right where I left him. The background music to our game continues playing downstairs, providing just enough of a buffer for me to tiptoe down the hallway unnoticed in only my black lace bra and thong. Being as stealthy as possible, I duck into his room, heading straight for the closet.
“You like me in your clothes? Let’s see what you think of this,” I whisper, my stomach flipping with anticipation as I remove my bra and drop it to the floor. I find what I’m looking for, carefully remove it from the hanger, and pull it over my head before checking myself out in the full-length mirror. I’ve never seen myself as particularly sexy, but as I stand here in Theo’s jersey, the black mesh draped over my pregnant body like it was made to be worn this way, I can’t stop the feeling of intense power that washes over me.
Taking one last look at my reflection, I fluff my hair at the roots and leave the room, sauntering down thehallway. I take each step slowly, my heart beating wildly behind my rib cage as I approach the living room, where Theo still sits in the middle of the wraparound couch. He doesn’t see me at first, too entranced by whatever he’s looking at on his phone, but as soon as he does, I’ve got his undivided attention.
“Oh, fuck,” he chokes out, the words barely audible as they get stuck in his throat. His eyes are like dinner plates, wide and unblinking as he drags them from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. And when he reaches down and adjusts what looks to be a very rapidly growing erection, it’sgame on.
“Although your tactics were a little shady,” I say, keeping my voice low and sultry as I erase the space between us, “you did win the race, which means I owe you a dance.” I stand in front of him, turning toward the television and making a big show of bending down to pick up the remote from the ottoman. My ass, which is only covered by the skimpiest thong I own, is on full display for him as I pull up the music streaming app and choose a playlist. It’s full of slow, seductive songs, providing an endless soundtrack for teasing, which is exactly what I plan to do.
“Rules,” I say, facing him and allowing my hips to move as they wish, swaying along to the beat. His brows furrow, as though he thought he’d get to do whatever he wants here, but he’s about to find out just how wrong he is.
“Number one,” I say, trailing my fingertips up my body as his gaze follows along. “Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so.”
