Racing Dirty

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “Funny fucker, just a funny fucker aren’t ya.” Nolan pouts.

  Izzy shrugs her shoulders, “Ya know, it takes one to know one." She winks at Nolan and he nods his head.

  “Yeah, I guess I had that coming." He turns to Mia and Christian. “So, what’s your excuse fucker?" Nolan asks Christian.

  Mia turns her head at Christian, cocking and eyebrow at him. “Yeah, what’s your excuse? You’ve got someone who wants to give it up and you leave her high and dry.” Mia says, as Christian is taking a drink.

  He chokes on his pop and Nolan slaps him on the back. After Christian can breathe again he takes Mia’s hand.

  “Ok, I have to figure out how to word this without offending you.” Christian says to Mia.

  Izzy gasps, her eyes are wide, and she blurts out. “Are YOU gay?"

  Christian looks at Izzy shocked. “What. No, I’m not gay. Far from it too."

  Nolan throws another napkin at Izzy, barely missing her head. “What the fuck is it with you and a guy being gay?" he asks.

  Izzy shrugs her shoulders. “I’ve been around gay guys for five years. It’s a natural question now.” she says nonchalantly.

  Christian is whispering to Mia as Izzy and Nolan are bantering back and forth. I catch part of gays and living that way. I don’t know, I tune them out. Mia is nodding her head at what Christian’s saying, a smile spreads across her face. She touches his cheek affectionately and Christian breathes a sigh of relief, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

  “I thought you were in L.A., not San Francisco.” I hear Nolan asks Izzy.

  Before Izzy can answer, Mia interrupts. “It’s OK, we’re all good now." Nolan and Izzy give Mia a questioning look. They missed Mia and Christian’s private conversation while they were bickering with each other. Mia shrugs her shoulders.

  “A total misunderstanding. It’s good.” She says and smiles brightly at Christian. “I’m still hangry though. No longer hangorny. Just hangry. Ok maybe a little horny, but mostly hangry."

  “Mia.” Izzy interrupts, “Your rambling." Mia shuts up and nods her head.

  A few minutes later our waitress brings out our food and we all eat. I look around the table. Nolan is laughing at something Christian said. Mia and Izzy are talking quietly to each other. We’re all relaxed, having a good time and I’m grateful. Something in my gut tells me this is the quiet before the storm. Something bad is headed our way, and I’m going to be powerless to stop it.

  Chapter 25

  Xavier

  It’s been over a week since Izzy’s house was broken in to and a month since she came back into my life. I haven’t been this happy in a long time. Everything feels so right when we’re together. We have her place all cleaned up, but she has been staying with me at my house. Every day we go to the hospital and sit with Austin.

  He’s still in a coma and it’s really starting to stress her out. She isn’t sleeping, barely eating and she has lost a lot of weight. Izzy’s curves she had when she first came into town are disappearing and I’m getting really worried about her health.

  She has bags under her eyes from waking up with nightmares almost every night and she refuses to talk about them. The sparkle is missing in her beautiful green eyes and the only time I see it is when she is either racing or we’re making love. She is really making a name for herself on the track, but I can tell she’s sad.

  I’m sitting in a chair outside of Austin’s hospital room giving Izzy some time alone with him. The beeping of monitors fills my ears as I scroll through my phone looking at Facebook.

  I’m in a racing group on there and a post catches my attention. It’s from someone who barely comes to the track. He went missing from the racing circuit for a few years and recently he’s come back.

  His name is Craig Williams and his post makes me stop and read it again. I screenshot it and send it to Christian. We’re supposed to be racing a big race tomorrow night and I want Christian to check him out. He wrote that he is going to be at the track, and no bitch better get in his way or she will regret ever coming back.

  The payout for tomorrow night’s race is a big one. It’s the Dirt Track World Championship which has a payout of $100,000. It’s the first time our track has put it on and there’s going to be a lot of drivers there who haven’t raced with us yet.

  My paranoia is kicking in and I have to keep Izzy safe. The officials have let it slide with me leaving her car in the trailer, but they won’t tomorrow night. I have to figure something out to do with her car, so it isn’t tampered with.

  I stand up as Izzy comes out of Austin’s room, a sad smile on her face. I know that look and it makes my heart hurt to see her suffer. Austin is the only living relative she has left.

  My family and I just moved here when Izzy’s mom passed, and I remember being here with her day in and day out. Holding her hand, offering her comfort. She had the same smile then, that she has now. She is trying to be brave, but she doesn’t have to try with me.

  I open my arms to her as she approaches me, and she falls into my embrace. Her body’s shaking under my hands and I hold her closer. Her hot tears fall on my black t-shirt as I rub her back soothingly. I hold my tears back and stay strong for my girl. Izzy composes herself and pulls away.

  “I’m sorry.” she hiccups. I cup her tear stained face with my hands.

  “No need to be sorry Izzy, it’s OK to cry. I will always be here for you to cry on, to yell at, whatever you need to do. I love you and I will always be here for you."

  Tears run down her cheeks onto my hands still holding her face. She nods her head. “I know, and I love you too Xavier, but I have a tough time showing weakness. I’m supposed to be strong and independent, but lately this is taking a toll on me. I’m sad most of the time, angry the rest of the time and it scares me. The only time I feel like myself is either on the track or when I’m with you. You help me forget even just for a little while." She takes a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. “I just wish he would wake up and be ok. The doctors say he is fine and is recovering, but what if he doesn’t wake up? Then I’ll be left all alone, Xavier. I’ll be alone in this world. No parents, no family, nothing. That scares me more than anything." He sobs wrack her slender body, as she finally faces what she fears the most. Being alone.

  I can’t hold my tears back as I listen to her talk about it. I pull her back into my arms holding her close.

  “B, I’m so sorry you feel that way. Nolan, Mia, myself and even Christian too, we’re all here for you. We’re your family, we all love you too much to not be here for you. Your dad, he will wake up. When he does he will kick my ass. Then he will accept what I have done."

  Izzy pulls out of my embrace with a questioning look. “Why would he kick your ass?” She asks. I hesitate for a beat, my hands are sweaty, tears on my face. I take a deep breath, wipe my face, and pull the purple crushed velvet box I've had on me for several weeks.

  This spot, here in this hallway, brings her so many painful memories, I want to replace some of them with happy ones. I want to see that beautiful smile that's been missing for a while, to come back. I get down on one knee and hear her gasp in surprise. I’ve had this since the night her house was broken into. It’s the errand I had to run that day. I was going to ask her that night but didn’t get a chance.

  I open the box revealing a simple white gold band, with a two-k diamond sitting on a heart shaped setting. I take the ring out of the box and take her left hand with trembling fingers. I look Izzy in the eyes.

  “Izabella Iris Jones, I’ve loved you since we were kids. I’ve loved you almost my whole life. You’ve captured my heart with your beautiful green eyes, strong will, and heart of gold. Your ability to forgive, to love with your whole heart. I want to wake up every morning to your beautiful smile, I want to go to sleep every night with you wrapped around me like you’re wrapped around my heart. I love you Izzy, will you marry me?”

  I wait, peering into her green eyes. My heart is beati
ng so hard, it might fall right out of my chest and onto the floor. Sweat forms on my brow and my breathing is ragged. Tears are flowing down her cheeks and she nods her head yes.

  “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Izzy cries.

  A breath of relief floats through my lips, deflating my lungs. I slip the ring on her finger and stand up. I pull her to me and kiss her with so much passion, we’re both breathless when we break apart. Clapping and whistles surround us as the nurses watch our display. Izzy’s face burns red with embarrassment.

  “I was going to do this last week, but it was never the right time." I kiss her again.

  “Let’s go home.” she says.

  We arrive back at my house later that day. Night is starting to set, and Izzy is on me before I even unlock the door making me drop my keys a few times. Her hands are all over my body, her lips on my neck, sucking and biting.

  I finally get my key in the door, unlock it, and push it open. We fall through the door in a mass of legs and arms. I pull myself up off the floor and pick her up. Izzy wraps her legs around my waist, her hands are in my hair pulling it roughly, sending my body crazy with need. I kick the door shut and push her up against it.

  Izzy lets out a groan as my lips assault her neck. I grind my hips up into her and she releases a whimper from the back of her throat. I pull her down onto me hard and she throws her head back against the door. I peel her tank top and bra off, throwing them behind me.

  I lick and nip at both of her nipples feeling them harden under my tongue as she grabs my hair again, pulling me closer to her. Izzy is moaning loudly now as I kiss my way up her chest to her lips. My tongue invaded her mouth dueling with hers.

  I slide her down by body and unzip her jean shorts, dragging them down her long, toned, sun kissed legs along with her panties until she is bare in front of me. I bring my mouth up to the V in her legs and spread them wide. I lick and suck her clit, tasting her flavor on my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck Xavier." Izzy growls as I plunge two fingers inside of her. Her hands pulling my hair, turning me on even more. I continue to suck her clit and move my fingers in and out of her wet heat.

  Just when she is about to fall over the edge, I groan against her clit sending her flying, her hips moving rapidly against my fingers and mouth. I watch her as she throws her head back against the door in ecstasy.

  “Oh shit." Izzy screams, my name ripping across her beautiful lips. Her muscles tighten around my fingers, her flavor invades my tongue as she finds her release. She whimpers as she comes back down from her orgasm.

  I remove my clothes and stand naked in front of her my cock at full staff ready for attention. I give it a hard tug as Izzy opens her eyes watching me. She licks her lips as her eyes follow my hands.

  “Do you like watching me?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her.

  Izzy’s breathing is coming out in pants, her heavy breasts moving rapidly as she pushes herself away from the door and gets down on her knees. She replaces my hand with her own as she licks her tongue up and down my shaft.

  I watch as she hollows out her cheeks and takes my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She releases a humming noise vibrating around my cock sending shivers down my spine as she sucks hard. Her one hand is gently squeezing my balls, the other digging into my ass as I fuck her mouth, my hands wrapped around her hair.

  Moving in and out I feel the tingles start at the base of my spine, I look down at her and she is watching me through her dark lashes, sending me over the edge.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” I pant out.

  I try to pull her up, but she hangs on, moving quickly up and down my shaft squeezing it with her mouth. My cock is glistening with her saliva as she continues to lick and suck. I feel my release shoot out of me as she sucks even harder. Izzy laps up every drop I give her, and I shudder. Breathing heavily, my legs feeling like jelly, she pulls me out of her mouth and kisses her way up my body.

  Shudders rip through my body as she takes one of my nipples into her mouth and gently bites down. She moves to my tattoo over my heart, licking and kissing gently. I’m panting hard as she presses her body against mine, her tits are rubbing against my chest as her hot mouth finds my ear. I grab her ass lifting her up. The heat from her wet pussy rubs against my cock.

  “Fuck me Xavier.” Izzy whispers in my ear, sending thrills through my body.

  My cock is hard again as I bring a finger into her from behind and move it in and out. I kiss her hard. Our juices mixing together from our flavors making an intoxicating flavor. She lets out a groan as my fingers invade her pussy. I stumble my way into the living room and slide her down my body.

  “B.” I growl in her ear. “bend over."

  Izzy does what I command, her ass in the air, chest bent over the back of the couch. I step up behind her running my hands up and down her spine creating goosebumps to break out over her body.

  Sweat coats our bodies as I lean over her. I grab her tits hard and play with each nipple pinching and pulling them. She lets out a moan as my cock nestles between her ass cheeks. She backs up a little, pressing into me. Done with foreplay I grab Izzy’s blonde strands with one hand, tugging her head back. I bite down onto her shoulder, as my other hand lines up my cock at her entrance.

  “Fuck me Xavier.” Izzy pants out between moans. I push into her, letting out a low groan.

  “Fuck Izabella, your so fucking perfect.” I growl as her hot wet heat wraps around my cock. Pushing in and out at a rapid pace, I tug her hair harder, pulling her head back, making her body arch. My other hand is wrapped around her hip, giving myself leverage to drive in harder.

  Our grunts and groans, the slapping of her ass against me are the only noises filling up the quiet house. Her walls clench around me, tightening their hold. My hand holding her hip finds her clit. I strum the sensitive nub with my fingers, circling it.

  Izzy pushes back against me hard, bringing my cock into her as far as it can go. I feel my dick hitting her favorite spot.

  “Fuck Xavier, I’m coming." she pants out.

  I drive into her harder and faster, her pussy tightening around my swollen cock. Tingles work their way up my spine, my body’s on fire as I lean over her.

  Our bodies are slapping against each other as I pull her head back. Izzy turns her head as I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I pump furiously into her, not giving her room to move.

  As she comes around my cock, squeezing it, whimpers escaped her throat, sending me over the edge. I watch her face as she peaks, ecstasy crossing her features. Slamming my cock hard into her one more time, I come hard and fast breathing heavily against her mouth.

  I slow my pace down as I gently kiss her. I kiss and nip down her spine as she shivers under me.

  “Holy shit.” she breaths out.

  “Hmm.” I mumble against her skin. I pull out and hold her up against me. Izzy’s muscles are shaking as I carry her up the stairs into my bedroom. I lay her on my bed, her eyes are half way closed, her body relaxed for the moment. I lay down next to her and pull her back against my front.

  “Let’s get some sleep.” I tell Izzy as I kiss her shoulder.

  “Ok.” she mumbles. Within a few minutes, her breathing evens out and she is fast asleep. I pray she doesn’t wake up to a nightmare again, she needs a few hours of undisturbed sleep. I find myself drifting off holding her tight against me.

  Chapter 26

  Xavier

  A few hours later, I wake up to a loud banging noise outside. My brain is groggy as I try to compute where the noise is coming from. Izzy stirs next to me when I hear it again. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles at me.

  “Hey.” she says.

  “Sleep good?" I ask, looking into her green eyes.

  The sparkle that has been missing is there for a moment. Izzy nods her head. “Yeah actually I did. It felt good." She stretches, rubbing her naked body against mine.

  “Good, you needed it.” I tell her and kiss her lips, my cock growing hard wanting her a
gain. She lets out a whimper into my mouth.

  Just as I’m deepening the kiss I hear a loud bang from outside. It sounds like metal cracking. Izzy jumps when she hears it.

  “What the fuck was that?" She asks, panic in her voice.

  My body tenses. “I don’t fucking know but stay here.” I demand.

  I get up from the bed and throw a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt on. I rip open my bedroom door and run down the stairs, ready to beat the fuck out of whoever is making that noise. I hear a window breaking as I rip the front door open.

  Night has settled in and the moon is giving off a soft glow. I spot a tall dark figure standing next to my car, holding a baseball bat dressed all in black. I can tell it’s a man, but I can’t see their face, it’s covered by their hoodie.

  They have the baseball bat pulled back ready to smash my car again, like it's a home run derby. Anger radiates through my body.

  “What the fuck are you doing." I scream at the figure from my front porch. He stops mid swing and turn to look at me. A deep voice penetrates the quiet night.

  “I warned you to stay the fuck away. She’s mine.” The man growls out.

  I jump over the porch railing, running at him full speed, ready to beat the shit out of him. He runs off into the dark, towards the back of my house. I give chase, but stop when I lose him in the woods.

  “Xavier!" I hear Izzy scream.

  “Xavier!" She screams louder.

  I hear tires squealing off in the distance. My heart is beating hard in my chest, there is a ringing in my ears as Izzy’s panic laced voice invades my head. I run back to her as fast as I can, chastising myself for leaving her unprotected.

  I spot her under the porch light, she has on a tiny pair of running shorts and a tank top. Her arms are wrapped around her chest, holding herself. I come into the light and I see her breathe a sigh of relief.

  “Call Christian.” I bark out not meaning to sound like such an asshole, but I can’t help it.

  Izzy nods her head and goes back inside. A few seconds later she comes back out, her cell phone pressed against her ear. I’m standing on the porch now, my body tight with rage. I hear a tremble in her voice as she talks.