“Good to see you too Izabella.” he replies, when his eyes finally reach her face.
I all but drag Izzy towards my trailer, away from his leering gaze. Mia is walking next to us, surprising me by not saying anything. She lets out a laugh when we’re out of earshot of Turnwold.
“Xavier, you need to pull the caveman in a little. I swear if it was acceptable, you would have pissed all over me back there."
I turn her head towards me. “I still might,” I whisper against her lips. I kiss her, and she sighs into my mouth. When I pull back I watch her chest heave, making my cock hard.
“Hi,” Izzy says breathlessly. “That’s the way to greet me, not try to piss all over me and go caveman."
I smile at her, “I’ll remember that next time. Come on I want to show you something." I take her hand and lead the way to the back of my trailer.
I spot Nolan coming up the pits and wait for him to reach us. He nods his head, an unspoken signal telling me everything is fine. I relax a little as I unlock my trailer and drop the back door. I hear her gasp next to me.
“You brought it?" I can hear the emotion in her voice.
I turn to her and wrap my arms around her pulling her against me tightly. She rests her head on my chest, my heart beating rapidly.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
She grabs the back of my neck and pull my head down to meet her lips. She kisses me with such passion, I don’t know how I can function without hauling her off somewhere.
Izzy breaks the kiss, her chest rising rapidly as she licks her lips and I swear my cock gets even harder, if that’s even possible.
“Izz, you’re driving me fucking nuts here.” I growl.
She laughs and untangles herself from me removing her sunglasses as she walks into the trailer. I watch her ass and will myself to calm down.
She walks over to her car, admiring the beautiful paint job. When she reaches the driver’s side, I hear her gasp. Her eyes shoot to mine, tears welling in them again.
“What is it?" Mia asks.
Izzy can’t speak and motions for Mia to come over to her. Nolan shoots me a smirk.
“Great call.” Nolan says with a smile. I nod my head when I hear Mia gasp too.
“Xavier Marcus Sweeney,” Mia shouts. There is a tremble in her voice. She turns to Izzy, glaring at her. “What the hell Izzy? Don’t just stand there. Go get your man."
I stand here smiling, waiting for Izzy to launch herself at me. I remove my sunglasses and put them on my head as she turns from the driver’s side of the car and pushes past Mia. She launches herself into my waiting arms, like I knew she would.
I catch her as she wraps her long legs around my waist and I hold her up, my fingers digging into her ass. She kisses my neck, my ear, across my jawline until her lips meet mine. She kisses me with so much love and passion, the noisy race track fades away and all I can think about, all I can hear, is her.
Her jean covered pussy rubs against me as she groans into my mouth. My dick is hard and straining against my zipper, wanting to break out and greet her pussy.
Nolan clears his throat, bringing me back to reality. “Fuck bro.” he grunts in mock disgust.
I break our kiss, panting hard. Izzy rests her forehead against mine trying to catch her breath, her legs still wrapped around my waist.
“If I knew that was your reaction, I would have showed you at the garage and we could have had a replay of last night or this morning.”
She grins against my lips. “Oh, you definitely should have, then I could have relieved this ache I suddenly have." I laugh and set her gently on her feet. “Thank you.” She leans against me, her back to my front. My dick settling between her ass cheeks. She rubs her ass against me and I close my eyes, trying to curb the lust flowing through my veins. I kiss her neck, inhaling her vanilla scent.
Mia looks around the pits, her multi colored hair shining in the sunlight. I hear her breath catch in her throat and turn my head to look in the direction she’s looking. Izzy turns her head too, her body suddenly tense under my hands.
Officer Iverson approaches us in street clothes, dark blue jeans, and a tight black t-shirt. His sunglasses are covering his eyes, a smile graces his lips when he sees Izzy.
I growl low in my throat and Izzy elbows me in the ribs. “Behave, X.” she whispers. I grunt again, wondering where in the hell this caveman side is coming from. It’s like when other guys are around, all I can do is grunt, growl, and scowl at them all.
Officer Iverson cocks an eyebrow at me. “Evenin’ y’all.” he greets us. He’s standing in front of us now and it’s hard to see where his eyes are looking with his sunglasses on. I hold her tighter to me and let out another grunt in response. Izzy elbows me again, letting out a small giggle.
“Hey, Officer Iverson. This is Nolan and Mia.” Izzy says introducing them. He shakes Nolan’s hand. “We met last weekend.”
Officer Iverson finally meets Mia’s eyes. He sucks in a deep breath, looking her over. She has on a pair of black tight shorts, a pink tank top and a pair of black sandals. Her petite frame, multi colored hair and brown eyes makes her very eccentric and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind.
Mia extends her hand, each of her fingernails painted the same color as her hair, “Nice to meet you, Officer Iverson." Her voice is flirty, her eyes light up with interest.
“Please, call me Christian.” He tells Mia, shaking her hand.
Izzy is trying hard to hide her laugh as Mia pours on the charm. This poor guy has no idea what he just went up against.
“Christian.” Mia purrs as she sidles up next to him. “You wanna hang with us tonight? I’d feel a whole lot safer knowing you are watching out for me." She runs her hands over his tight black t-shirt, I watch as a shudder runs through his body.
He swallows hard, staring into Mia’s eyes. “Sure.” He squeaks and clears his throat. “I’d love to,” he says again, deeper than before. Izzy is trying not to laugh, but she can’t contain it. Nolan is grumbling under his breath.
“What was that Nolan?" Izzy asks, teasing him.
“Fucking pussy.” Nolan grumbles, crossing his arms. I burst out laughing and Izzy does too.
Nolan has always had relationship issues and I believe it’s because he grew up with an abusive father and a drunk mother. He didn’t have a great childhood and was on the path to destruction when we met and started hanging out as teenagers. There’s things in his past I still don’t know about and when he is ready, he’ll tell me. It doesn’t affect our friendship and if anything, he is the most loyal person I know.
Austin and my dad showed him what a dad is really like and he found a love for racing. He’s a smart ass and he needs a girl who can handle his smart-ass ways and give it back to him just as good.
Mia and Christian haven’t even heard a word we’re saying because they’re still talking to each other. Her body language is definitely giving off the signal she is interested, his hand rested on her hip.
“Hmm,” Izzy says.
“What?" I ask. She turns towards me, pressing her body against mine.
“I think Officer Iverson just met his match.” she says. There is a sparkle in her eye.
“Don’t go meddling Izz.” I warn.
She gives off a mock gasp. “I would never!"
“Yes, you would. When it comes to Mia, you would do anything for her."
I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her lips. “I love you for it B,” I whisper against her lips.
She shivers and lets out a little moan, sending heat straight to my dick. “I love you too Xavier."
“Fuckers. If you’re done ogling each other, we have a couple of races to get on with. The track officials are on their way over.” Nolan says, popping the little bubble we’re in.
Izzy lets out a giggle. “Nol, you need to get laid or something, maybe that will help your mood.”
Nolan lets out a groan of frustration. “Believe me, I’ve been trying. None of these women w
ant a no string attached good fucking. They see you two and now think I will settle down. No fucking way am I being pussied." He shakes his head glaring at me, “Pussy I tell ya. I’m fucking screwed." He lets out another groan. Izzy laughs so hard at his outburst she has tears in her eyes.
The track officials make their way over to us. A woman with black hair and brown eyes approach us, Nolan gives her his best panty melting smile.
“Hello there beautiful, wanna talk later?" He asks her, wiggling his eyebrows.
She rolls her eyes at Nolan and Izzy bursts out laughing. Her body shaking against mine, her laughter flowing through my ears making my dick painfully hard again.
I lean in and whisper in her ear. “You better stop that or we won’t be making the race.” She stops laughing, gazing into my eyes.
“When you put it that way,” she says breathlessly, “I might not let you race, but I still am."
The track official Nolan was trying to hit on clears her throat, interrupting our conversation.
“Where is the other car?" She asks.
I lead her into the trailer. “Right here. It’s staying in here until her heat, then after she races it’s going back in here, locked up tight. I’ll bring it out before her feature, but it’s staying under lock and key."
Her eyebrows go up at my statement, “That’s against the track rules, Mr. Sweeney."
My temper flares. “I don’t give a fuck. Her father was almost killed last weekend and I’m not taking any chances with someone fucking with her car. I’ve already cleared it with the owners and if you have a fucking problem with it, you can kiss my ass."
Christian clears his throat at my outburst. “Ma’am,” he says producing his badge. “This car is staying in here. I’m the lead investigator on Austin Jones’s case. The safest way for Miss Jones to race tonight is doing this. Until the man who tried to kill her father is found, we at the M.P.P.D. are taking her safety seriously. If there is a problem, come to me."
The official shakes her head, appraising his body. “No Officer, there is no problem,” she purrs. I watch as Mia raises her eyebrow, waiting for the crazy to show. She licks her lips and gives Christian a flirty smile, batting her eyelashes. Nolan grunts behind me.
“Fucking women, I tell ya. Drop a badge and they want to drop their panties. Maybe I need to go into law enforcement,” Nolan grunts again. He turns to Christian, “Dude, got another one of those badges?"
Christian bursts out laughing. I’m starting to like this guy. “Nah, man. But I can help you.” Mia raises her eyebrow at him. “Oh really?"
He turns to Mia and puts his arm around her shoulder and shrugs. “Babe, it’s obvious Nolan needs help. He’s got no game."
`I start laughing again and Nolan grumbles, “Pussy."
The track official clears her throat and glares at Christian’s arm around Mia. Izzy walks over to her as she leaves the trailer and I lock it back up.
“Everything good?" Izzy asks.
The track official nods her head, annoyance in her voice, “Yes. It’s all good." Her voice takes on a softer tone when she looks at Izzy. “Miss Jones, I’m sorry to hear about your dad."
Izzy nods her head. “Thank you."
The track official walks away to inspect the other cars, leaving us all still laughing at Nolan’s pouting face. Izzy turns to me, a look of lust burning in her green eyes.
“How much time do we have?" She asks, biting her bottom lip.
I pull my phone out of my pocket quickly and groan when I see the time. “Only twenty minutes until you have to be on the track.”
“Damn, that sucks. I could use an hour.” She winks at me.
I swallow hard. “Woman you’re driving me crazy." She wraps her arms around my neck, brushing her body against mine. I let out a little groan and she brings her lips inches from mine.
“I know, it was torture being away from you all day.” she says seductively. She closes the space between our lips and gives me a gentle kiss. Before I can deepen it, she pulls away.
“I need my racing jumper and helmet. Do you have it?" She asks. I groan and adjust myself. My dick feels like it’s going to explode from straining against my jeans.
“Yeah, it’s in the side box.” I tell her. I toss Izzy my keys. “You go get them on and I’ll unload your car."
Christian speaks up. “I can help." I nod my head at him and drop the door again. She walks over to the side box with Mia. Nolan and Christian walk to the front of the car inside the trailer, Nolan makes sure the hood is latched and unstraps the tiedowns.
I climb inside and they both push it out. I steer Izzy’s car down the ramp, put it back in gear and climb out. The sun beating down on the blue paint job makes it sparkle, catching the attention from the people around us. Drivers stop what they are doing and stare at it. Izzy has on her matching racing jumper. The suit accentuates her curves and her blonde hair is cascading down her back.
She has her blue flaming helmet under her right arm, and I swallow hard at how beautiful she is. I’m thanking God right now for bringing her back into my life.
Other drivers start to wander near us, checking out her car and my body tenses with the attention. Nolan, Christian and I keep our eyes alert for anyone coming too close. One driver, Tommy Harvey, who is a good friend of Austin’s, approaches Izzy.
“Izabella, what a great surprise.” he says and gives her a small hug. My body is coiling with tension and rage from him touching her.
Izzy returns the small hug. “Mr. Harvey. How are you?" She’s always polite to Austin’s friends and that makes me relax a little.
“I’m doing good, child. I see you’re racing. Are you sure you can handle this beast? It’s been a few years since you’ve been on the track.”
Anger flashes in her eyes, but she masks it before speaking. “Yes Mr. Harvey. Just because I have been away for a while, it doesn’t mean I forgot how to race." She lets a secretive smile out and leans in towards him. “Besides, L.A. might not have had a lot of dirt tracks where I was at, but I’ll let you in on a little secret."
He leans closer intrigued at what she is saying. “What’s that?” Harvey asks.
“We had street racing. Zero to a buck twenty in less than a quarter mile, winning all the time, I’d say I still have it." She winks at him, walks away and heads towards me smiling. I raise my brow at her and she shake her head. Mr. Harvey is still standing there speechless.
Izzy turns her head and looks over her shoulder. “Good luck tonight, Mr. Harvey!"
“Yeah you too Izabella.” Harvey grunts out. He’s at a loss for words when he turns and walks away.
Izzy is next to me now at her driver’s side door, tension rolling off her body. She shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and releases it. I rub her shoulders, trying to help her relax. She rolls her head around as I kneed them, feeling the tension drain from her body. I drop a kiss on her neck.
“Good luck B. I love you,” I whisper in her ear. She turns to me and plants a kiss on my lips.
“I love you too, X." She straps on her helmet and climbs in her car. “See you on the other side.” She turns the key and the motor comes to life under her hands. There’s excitement in her green eyes. She straps her safety harness on across her chest and revs the engine. The 454 Chevy big block rumbles in response and she shifts it in gear. I follow her as she drives off to line up.
When it’s Izzy’s turn to take the track, she drives off, shifting gears smoothly. When she comes into turn four, the flagger drops the green flag, the light at turn one turns green and she guns it. She shoots off like a rocket, shifting and braking lightly when she reaches turn one. I watch as she turns the wheel hard to the left, gasses her car and drifts around turn one and two with grace, her wheels whining under protest, and dirt flying up from the back of her sleek race car.
The crowd goes wild, seeing her out there again. Excitement makes my heart race as she flies by me on the straightaway between turns two and three, shifting smoothly. Izz
y comes into turn three and four and drifts around them gracefully. The flagger drops the white flag, indicating it’s the last lap. She flies by the other driver and takes the inside of turns one and two.
She guns the car, making the motor whine, the RPM’s rise and shifts again. As she pulls out of turn two, she shifts again bringing the car into top speed before reaching the third corner.
My adrenaline is flowing watching her out there in her element. The flagger drops the checkered flag as she pulls out of turn four and crosses the finish line. She takes a slowdown lap around the track. The crowd is roaring their applause as she pulls into the winner’s circle at the center of the track. It’s the fastest time this track has ever seen.
I want to run out to greet her, but it’s just a quick stop before she’s back in my arms. My heart pounding in my chest as pride fills my body. My cock is painfully hard again watching her out there.
She finished the two laps in under thirty seconds. I stand there with lust flowing through my body, just as Izzy parks her car and gets out. She removes her helmet with shaky hands, her adrenaline soaring through her veins and the crowd goes crazy with whistles and cheers when they see who it is.
She's grinning ear to ear and points to the decal I put on her car today. Under her number on the driver side door, I had written on it Tu Semper In Corde Meo.
The Latin phrase of my tattoo across my chest. Next to it I had her father’s name and number written on it. The photographer hands Izzy a checkered flag and takes her picture.
I watch as she gets back into her car and drives off the track over to the trailer. She gives me a wink when she passes me. I follow her, grinning ear to ear.
I know her adrenaline is running, and she might not be able to keep her hands off me. It happens all the time. The thrill of the race pumping through your veins, tempers flare and sometimes it’s either fight or fuck to take the edge off. I know which direction I want to go in, as I reach her climbing out of her car.
There’s a smile on her face and a look of lust in her eyes. I reach her and pull her body against mine. Her breathing is erratic, her chest is heaving, and I can feel her heart pumping madly against my chest. Izzy’s green eyes are wild as she stares into mine. Before anyone can stop us, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist.
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