by Lauren Runow
“Buckle up. This is gonna be a wild ride,” she states while reaching for her helmet.
“You love the thrill just as much as I do. Fuck, Pyle, this relationship might be better than I even imagined.”
Even though I’m not driving, I still say my prayer to my mom as I rub the angel before reaching for the stereo to pump “James Dean” by The Wrecks, and I blast the volume.
Gregg meets us at the starting line. Jalynn inches up, and Gregg tells her when to stop.
I give my girl directions. “Now, you have the clutch in, right?”
She listens intently and nods, her eyes glued to the road ahead.
When I glance down at her hand on the gearshift, I can’t help but imagine that hand wrapped around my cock in the same way. She moves it to the right and then the left, slowly playing around with the feeling of it beneath her.
She looks so fucking hot right now behind the wheel of my car; I can hardly contain myself.
I try to calm my excitement before I continue, “Okay, so when he—”
“I got it. I know what to do.” She doesn’t even flinch or move a muscle. Her focus is laser sharp, and her eyes turn to slits as she waits for Gregg to nod our way for approval.
Her engine is revving, and when she pushes on the gas, getting the car ready to take off, my hand briefly goes to hers, needing to feel the rush she’s experiencing.
When Gregg raises the flashlight, shining it brightly, signaling the start, I shout, “Now!”
The car cascades down the runway, a straight shot at a hundred twenty miles an hour. Everything around us is vibrating with power and shaking with adrenaline. She mishandles a small dip in the lane that makes the car slightly veer off course, and my breath hitch, but she regains control and pulls it back into the lane, pushing the gears to full force. Our backs are plastered to the leather, and the car feels like it’s flying in the air.
She crosses the finish line and starts screaming with excitement. It’s a totally girlie, high-pitched squeal, and it’s fucking adorable. I know she has no idea if she won or lost. Her focus was only forward, unaware of the competitor, and I couldn’t be prouder.
Jalynn’s been in the race enough times now to know that there’s no time to commiserate or celebrate, just keep driving and hightail it out of here.
Her chest is heaving. There’s a glistening on her skin, and it’s pink from the blood racing through her veins. She’s buzzing right now, just as she was that first night I had her in my car. The adrenaline causes every nerve ending to vibrate to the brink of being out of control. Except, this time, it’s magnified times a thousand because she’s behind the wheel. She’s experiencing euphoria like never before.
I can’t keep my eyes off her. The way her plump lips are pursed with every quick breath or how her breasts are full and lush, ready to fall out of her top. And that dress, that fucking dress that’s riding so far up her thighs, I can see the sweet lace of her panties.
I can’t help myself as I lay a hand on her inner thigh. The gasp that she lets out of those perfect pink lips makes my dick twitch. I trace my fingers up and down her leg, softly at first and then a little firmer, grasping the tender muscles and climbing higher and higher up her leg. She widens her knees, and I skim my fingers over the black lace.
“Do you know where you’re going?” I ask, my fingers continuing their caress.
All she can do is shake her head.
“Just drive then. Don’t worry about anything but keeping those pretty little eyes on the road. You got that?”
She nods.
My thumb finds the sweet spot of her clit, and I gently massage it. Her hips buck off the seat, giving me a better angle. I keep it simple, a light touch, learning what she likes. She’s responding to me nicely, so I up the ante. With my four fingers, I run them all over her clit, creating friction with the cloth.
“Austin,” she moans.
“You like that?” I ask, and she nods.
I don’t let up. I continue making vicious circles, fast and then slow and then fast again. Her breathing escalates, and her nipples pebble through the fabric of her dress while her hips try to get closer to my hand as much as she can while she’s behind the wheel.
It’s intense, but it’s not enough.
I move the lace to the side and am rewarded with hot pussy, dripping with need.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I unhook my seat belt to get closer to her, weaving my arm better under hers as she grips the gearshift like her life depends on it.
Now that I have her exposed, I don’t let up, sliding a finger right into her slickness. She’s tight, so damn tight, and I’m now rock hard, just thinking about what it will feel like to be inside her.
“I’ve dreamed of touching you like this. Dreamed of feeling your slick, wet pussy, drenched from how bad you want to be fucked. Dreamed about making you come. Dreamed about hearing you scream my name.”
“Austin …” she whimpers as I slide a second finger inside her and massage her from the inside out. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m never stopping, Jalynn.” I pump my fingers. Her body tightens. “This body is mine, and I plan to make you feel like this every day just so I can hear those noises come out of these lips.”
“It’s just … so …” Her eyes flutter closed but open quickly as she remembers she’s driving. She turns onto a side street where her pace slows to a crawl. “Just like that. Faster. Please.”
Being that she asked so politely, I give Jalynn what she wants. Circling her clit, massaging her cunt, and working her as she builds higher and higher. Her breathing is erratic, and her body is taut. As her back seems to get straighter, I drive on home by placing a third finger inside her, slightly hooking them to get to just the right spot.
“Austin!” she screams as her walls clench and contract around my fingers.
A warmth pours down as she comes on my hand, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt or heard.
This woman, this beautiful woman with a foul mouth and an attitude I can’t manage, has completely bewildered me with her response to my touch.
She’s flying high from the race and the orgasm. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to drive right now. It’s why I’m not surprised when she pulls over to the side of the road. It’s a scenic area on the top of a cliff that’s covered by trees. The view is gorgeous, but I can’t even bother looking at it. Not when the view to my left is so much better.
If I don’t watch it, I might become addicted to this girl.
16
JALYNN
My body is on fire.
Never in my life have I felt the lust I feel right now. It’s no surprise that I’m attracted to Austin. He’s funny and thoughtful, spontaneous and smart. He’s also the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life.
That orgasm. Oh dear God, I exploded from the inside out, leaving my body with a completely satisfied high. It also has me curious. If Austin can make me feel like that with his fingers, what can he do with his whole body?
“If you think you’re bringing me up here to bang me in the car, it’s not happening,” he says mockingly.
“No ‘banging.’” I make air quotes. “Got it?”
I unbuckle my seat belt and climb over to him. There isn’t much room in the car, and he’s so large, but I manage to straddle him perfectly. He looks surprised, but from the hard-as-steel erection pushing up from his sweatpants, I know he’s game.
His hands slide to my ass as he pushes my dress up and grips the flesh. “Do you think this is the free parking space, or should you be going straight to jail?”
I chuckle. “I love when you talk Monopoly to me.” My laugh quickly fades as I rub up against him and feel his length against me.
“Jalynn, what are you doing?”
“Finishing what you started.”
He places his hands on the sides of my head and holds my face in his hands. His blue eyes are as dark as midnight. “It’s only our third date. This
is cooling down. You’re supposed to give the engine a break before pushing past the finish line.”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “There’s no cooling down. We’re just heating up.”
I kiss him.
Gripping on to his shirt, I pull him into me, or maybe I’m crashing into him. Whatever it is, I’m giving him every bit of passion in my body and letting him know just how hot I am for him.
He kisses me back. We’re hands and tongues and lips, inhaling each other’s breaths. His hand rests on the pulse of my neck as I feel him through his shirt. I know we are both pounding wild with anticipation and want.
Austin pulls back and swallows a breath. “Baby, are you sure?”
I nod, my lips touching his. “I need a secret. Something you’re too scared to say out loud.”
“I’m falling for you.”
Tears build behind my eyes at the confession. I pinch my brows together, trying to hold them back but it’s hard.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper.
He nods against me, causing my head to move as well. “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try not to fuck this up.”
“Fuck me, Austin,” I beg.
“Here?”
“If you don’t, I might explode.”
My hands move down to his waist. I lift my hips off of him and give him the space he needs to lift himself off the seat slightly, so we can pull his sweatpants and boxers down. It isn’t easy, but when they’re down, we’re rewarded with the intoxicating feeling of my skin against his as I sit down, and his shaft rubs against me.
He kisses me again while reaching behind me, opening up the glove box where his wallet is located, and takes out a condom. Ripping the package with his teeth, he hands it to me, and I lean back. His cock is large and hard like granite as I slide the condom down his shaft and secure it to the base.
I rise up and line him up outside my entrance. With my hands on his shoulders, I lower myself onto him and feel every inch as he sinks deeper and deeper into me.
“I just died and went to heaven,” he says into my mouth before kissing me.
With every thrust of his tongue, I buck my hips.
With every caress of my face, back, and ass, I grind harder up against him.
When he pulls my dress down in the front, my breasts fall out, and I move faster.
When he sucks on my nipple and then bites down, I ride him harder and faster and with more love in my body than I ever knew I had.
My core tightens as he moves from kissing my breast to my mouth. We’re hot and sticky, sweaty from two people caught in an act of passion. The windows are steamed up. I can’t see anything, but who the hell cares? I have a half-naked Austin between my legs, and it’s fucking glorious.
I grip his hair as my orgasm grows. I chant his name, and he calls out mine as we chase our high, racing to the edge of the peak, climbing higher and higher, building and raging, revving and throbbing, until the climax, and I come so hard all over him that I scream louder than I did after the race.
I ride it out to the end and am rewarded doubly when his girth expands within me as he gives in to his own release. If I thought Austin was sexy before, I was mistaken. His euphoric face as it drops back against the seat is the only thing I want to see for the rest of my life.
Austin was right. The third date was the cooldown. This moment, the calming of the engine, is total bliss. Now, it makes me wonder what the finish line will be like.
He leans up and softly kisses me. “What am I going to do with you?”
While there are many things that come to mind, only one feels right. “Take me home.”
17
AUSTIN
The air is black. Thick ebony smoke billows against the clay walls.
“Get down!” a voice echoes.
My eyes are heavy, so heavy I could shut them again. It would be easy. So easy.
Clear. It was clear.
Bullets spit. Footsteps pound. The vibration of the earth moves beneath my head.
“We gotta get you outta here,” someone is yelling.
I lift my eyelids and see a man covered in soot with a green helmet blending in with his blemished face. He’s pulling me by the arms; my weight is lead.
“Jimmy,” I call out, but it comes out scratchy. My mouth is dry, like parchment, so I repeat my plea to make sure he can understand what I’m saying, “Upstairs.”
“There’s no time.” He lifts me up, pulling me with a firm grip.
A searing pain radiates up my spine. It burns.
“Jimmy.” It goes unheard.
Walking.
My weight is falling despite the tug on my hand.
Smoke. More smoke. Flashing light.
Burning. Sharp, shooting pain with every step.
Loud. So loud.
The guns. The men. The screams. The cries. The wails.
Jimmy.
Austin.
“Austin.”
“Austin,” she says soothingly, a hand on my head, gently rubbing it along the brow. “Wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”
My body jolts with the opening of my eyes as I get my bearings to see where I am—in Jalynn’s apartment, in bed with my girl.
She places her hand over my shirt-covered chest, which is dramatically rising and falling. I blink my eyes and adjust to the dark and the faint light coming from the alarm clock that illuminates her face.
“Breathe. Take one slow breath and relax.”
I follow her instructions.
“You’re sweating. Are you okay?”
I wipe my brow and then run my fingers through my hair. “I will be.”
“Do you have nightmares often?”
“Yes. More as I’ve gotten older, ironically.”
“My mom used to say, ‘Nightmares are the heart’s way of making you appreciate how beautiful daydreams are.’”
“Your mom sounds like a wise woman,” I say as I follow her rhythm and relax my breathing.
Jalynn smiles. It’s more beautiful than a daydream. “She was amazing,” she says with a nod and a deep sigh. “I used to wake up a lot, and she’d rub my head, just like this, and sing a song.”
“Will you sing for me?”
“Will you tell me what your nightmare was about?” she asks.
I shake my head and swallow. “No.”
“I wasn’t going to sing for you anyway, so now, we’re even.” She shrugs and then curls up to my side. “You okay?” she says groggily.
She nestles into the crook of my arm, running her hand under my shirt to touch my chest, down my stomach, and then up again. It’s comforting.
“I’ve never known a man who sleeps in his undershirt,” she says.
I suspiciously glance at her. “Are you really talking to me right now about other men you’ve slept with?”
She lets out a little laugh. “No. I just thought, since you were sweating, it might be more comfortable to go without it.”
“Well, usually, after a dream like that, I go for a run or a drive or … look at porn.”
“That’s charming.”
I laugh, so she smacks me in the stomach.
Pulling her in close, I kiss the side of her head and inhale her sweet peach scent. “Talk to me then. Tell me about your mom. What was she like other than nightmare-reliever extraordinaire?”
“Sweet”—she wraps her arms around my waist—“kind. Always there when we needed her. She never yelled, and she made the best brownies. Beckett makes them for me sometimes.”
“Beckett bakes?”
“Oh, yeah. He’s a Suzy Homemaker. He has so many great qualities that go unnoticed because he’s such a hothead.”
“That I believe.”
She smacks me in the stomach again. “Says one hothead about the other. You two are a lot alike, you know.”
“I don’t bake.”
“You run,” she says, and I still. “You race to run away from whatever is bothering you. That’s what he does.”
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Rolling my head back, I look up to the ceiling. “So, your mom made brownies,” I deflect.
Her nose presses up against my side as she laughs. “She also liked to hike and bird-watch, took us to the movies all the time, and had us involved in everything going on around town. Beckett and I didn’t realize it until after she died that she was keeping us away from our father. He was an alcoholic and abusive.”
I clench my jaw at the thought of anyone hurting Jalynn. “But he never hit you?”
“No. It was only Beckett. He was always in trouble, and my dad unleashed on him to the point where it became expected. Beckett didn’t leave the house until I went to Davis, and we haven’t been back since.”
“Did you ever think that maybe he was protecting you?”
Her head pops up, and her hair falls in front of her face. “How so?”
I brush the strands behind her ear. “Maybe he got in trouble on purpose, so your dad would hit him and not you?”
Her mouth purses as she contemplates my words. She lies back down and curves her body right back against mine.
“Eva says I protect Beckett too much. I stayed close to home instead of choosing an East Coast school. I followed him to San Francisco, paid off his gambling debt when he was betting on football games, called in sick for my job so that I could drive to Reno to have him back in time for his job after he missed his ride from partying too late. I’ve held him back from numerous fights at bars, and once, I spent an entire weekend convincing him that the life of a gigolo was not as appealing as it was in the movies.”
“Well, HBO had a pretty convincing show on that even had me thinking I could have a pretty glamorous life as a male escort.”
“Hung definitely tainted the minds of the impressionable.” She yawns. “I told you, you had a lot in common.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her tightly into me and kiss her forehead. “Jalynn …”
She lets out a tiny yawn.
“What you said to my family tonight …”
“I’m sorry if I overstepped—”
“Thank you.” I sigh into her hair and place a soft kiss on her temple. “No one’s ever stuck up for me like that.”
