Damn, he’s good.
The two of us are locked in a high-speed duel as we rocket toward the finish line. We both glance in each other’s direction at the same time, and the sight of him, popping those dimples with his reckless smile, sends a wild exhilaration through me.
I rapidly push into fifth gear, the final stretch looming ahead, the finish line barely visible through the haze of dust hanging in the air. Fallon’s Hellcat may have fancy upgrades, but I have my own secret weapon.
I send him a finger wave goodbye, then hold my breath as I slam the gas pedal as far as it will go to the floor. Flicking the switch for the nitrous, Stella II responds like an unleashed beast, roaring forward with unrelenting power. Fallon tries to match me, forcing his engine to its limits, but I shoot past him, the finish line flying beneath me.
Easing off the gas, I shift down until I come to a stop.
Oh my god.That was…amazing!
My hands shake on the wheel, my heart still trying to catch up. Fallon pulls up beside me, and the crowd gathers around our cars, an excitement of congratulations when we get out.
Charlotte runs over and hurtles into my arms, but I can’t understand her shriek of incoherent babble until she says, “That was incredible!”
Everyone becomes a whirl of color around me as I’m jostled from one excited hug to another.
And then, Fallon is standing in front of me, looking more roguishly handsome than ever.
He sweeps a hand through his hair, mussing it up in a way that makes my knees weak for some inexplicable reason. “Damn, baby.”
Baby. Hearing the endearment does something to me. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Every cell and synapse are on fire, tingling with adrenaline and…desire.
“Fallon.” It comes out breathy and needy and wanting.
His entire expression changes, and he grabs my hand. “Marcus, make sure her car gets back to the house.” He tosses his key to Christopher. “She’s yours.”
Catching it, Christopher gapes at him. “You want me to drive your car?”
“Not my car,” he says and swiftly pulls me through the crowd past Julien and Elijah.
“Holy shit! Are you serious? This is mine?”
Fallon gives a thumbs-up and keeps walking. Julien looks confused, but Elijah is wearing a shit-eating grin because he knows what’s about to happen as soon as Fallon and I get to the truck.
“Hey, I want a car!” Charlotte shouts, clearly pouting.
I know I’ll never hear the end of it when she gets home tonight.
“You can’t give him a car,” I tell Fallon, trying to keep up with his long strides.
Clearly deciding that the argument is over, he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. “I thought I just did.” He administers a slap on my ass that makes my pussy clench.
I’ll argue my point later. Right now, I need him to fuck my brains out.
Chapter Thirty-Five
FALLON
Love and Mosquitoes
“Elizabeth,”I warn her, struggling to keep the truck in its lane as her lips do wicked things to my ear.
Her clever fingers pop the button of my jeans. “Up ahead. Take a left.”
I glance around. We’re in the middle of nowhere on a long stretch of road about a mile from the Fields.
“Where?” I don’t see anything but forest and darkness.
