“B, I’m not going to let anything happen to you tonight. Everything’s going to be OK, I promise.” My voice not giving away the concern I have.
“I’m not worried about me X, I’m worried about you. While you’re watching my back, who’s watching yours? I feel like I’m a helpless victim here and that pisses me off. I’m anything but helpless. If anything happens to you, I won’t survive.” She whispers the last part. A tear escapes her eye and I gently wipe it away with my thumb.
“We have so much protection here, nothing is going to happen to either of us.” I tell her.
Izzy raises an eyebrow at me. “Who? Who is going to protect us? So far no one has been able to fucking help us. This shit is driving me nuts and I’m losing my fucking mind, X. How are we going to stay safe here tonight with all these people and drivers?" Anger is radiating from her voice.
“I understand why you’re thinking the way you are. I haven’t told you everything I know because I didn’t want it to worry you, but I should have. I should’ve known you’d worry about me." I take a deep breath, ready to tell her the plan Nolan and Christian came up with. “Nolan is going to watch out for you while I’m racing, Christian and the others from the M.P.P.D. are patrolling around. They’re going to be watching us carefully. While you’re out on the track, I’ll be with Nolan and Christian has set up some of his buddies to watch our cars when we’re not there with them. They’ll be watching us too. They’ll be in street clothes and we won’t even know they’re here. That lucky fucker has some serious contacts."
“You’ve thought of everything.” she says. Her green eyes filled with relief.
“Yeah, I did. I don’t want you to worry about a thing, just race. You’re my everything B and I will do what I can to keep you safe.” I honestly tell her.
I lean in and kiss her hard. Her flavor on my tongue, makes me want her so badly. She lets out a whimper and it vibrates to my bones and sears my soul. She breaks the kiss, breathing rapidly.
“How much time do we have?" Izzy asks, a look of want crossing her features. I let out a harsh breath.
“Fuck, B. You’re driving me nuts. With as much as I want to be buried inside of you and hear you scream my name, you have to be on the track in forty-five minutes for your heat. Keep that thought though. After the race, I will give you everything you want. I’ll make you come so hard, so many times, you’ll remember it for months, quite possibly years later.”
Pure desire crosses her face as she pulls my head back down. She rubs her hand against my hard cock and I can’t help but let out a low growl. Fuck she turns me on. I’m going to be fighting this erection the whole night.
“Come with me.” she says seductively. She takes my hand and leads me to my pickup, a questioning look crosses my face. Izzy opens the back door, looks around and climbs inside.
“Come here.” she says motioning a finger to me. A look of pure lust and desire in her eyes.
I look around before following Izzy in the back seat. Everyone is going about their business, not paying attention to us. I climb in and close the door. My heart is beating out of my chest, excitement running through my veins. Izzy’s unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her long legs. She watches me, watching her.
“The way I figure it, we have about fifteen minutes. It’s not going to take long, now strip." The commanding woman next to me is turning me on and she’s right. With as much as I want her right now, it won’t take that long.
I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, pulling them down my legs in hurried motions. I thank God right now I have tinted windows all the way around. The thrill of being caught makes my heart speed up, pumping furiously in my chest. I lean over and pull Izzy to me in one quick motion. I kiss her so hard, her lips will swell when I’m done. Izzy’s hands are in my hair pulling it hard, turning me on even more. She grinds her pussy into me, heat spreading through my veins. My cock’s straining to get out and find it. She pulls away from the kiss and I trail my lips down her neck when she throws her head back.
Having enough foreplay, she turns around on my lap. She pulls her underwear down her long legs. Bending over, her ass rubs against my cock, causing a groan to escape my lips and my fingers dig into her hips.
“Now your turn.” she says to me over her shoulder.
I hurry up and pull my hard cock out of my boxers, stroking it as I watch Izzy’s perfect ass. I lean up and bite her shoulder gently, causing her to let out a groan. Izzy spreads her legs, straddling me and I hold my cock in my hand as she backs up against me.
It’s only been a few hours since I’ve fucked her last, but it feels like months. I take a finger and bring it to her pussy, stroking her clit down to her entrance. She’s wet and ready for me. With my cock in my hand, I run it up and down her from behind, starting with her ass, reaching her heat. Her wetness coating my throbbing dick, when I find her entrance. Izzy pushes down, her hands holding herself up on my knees and as I enter her deep and hard in a new angle. We both let out a groan from the sensations overtaking our bodies. Her heat and tightness wrap around my cock and I’m in heaven. We stay still for a second so she can adjust to my size.
Izzy starts moving up and down on my shaft, groaning with pleasure, coating my cock with her slickness. I grab her hips and squeeze them, setting a rhythm for us both. Pounding up into her, sweat forms on my brow when tingles start in my spine, working its way to my balls. I close my eyes, trying to hold off the inevitable. Izzy throws her head back and leans against my chest, arching her body, giving me a different angle to pound up into her. I lift her up and down onto me, her wetness coating my cock even more.
“So close.” she pants.
I step up my pace, letting go of her hips. I move my hands under her tank top and bra, grab her tits and pinch her nipples, causing a groan to escape her lips.
“Fuck, Xavier. I’m coming.” she screams.
I snake one hand down and rub her clit in time with my rhythm, while my other hand is still pinching her hard nipple. I bite and lick her shoulder, my breathing coming out in pants.
“Fuck, Izabella so am I,” I groan against her sweat slicked skin.
Her pussy clamps around my cock and she’s moving faster and harder down onto me. Izzy’s breathless moans surround me. She finds her release and she tightens around me, clamping around my cock, hard. The tingles I have been trying to fight off, start from my toes and makes its way up my legs and into my spine.
“Fuck me." I grunt as I empty myself inside of her. Black spots appear around my vision and my brain stops working. She shudders under my hands as we slow down and eventually stop moving, both of us breathing hard. Izzy stays leaning against me until she gets her breathing under control.
“Wow.” she says and smiles.
I have no words. I’m left speechless from that quickie. Finding my brain again, I lean up and kiss Izzy on the shoulder.
“Come on, we need to get going.” I say against her shoulder, creating a shiver to wrack through her body. A knock on the door startles me and Izzy jumps.
Nolan shouts through the door. “Come on fuckers. Not much time left."
Izzy lets out a laugh as her face turns red. She removes herself from me and I tuck my cock back into my boxers. I reach up into the glove box and hand her a bunch of tissues to clean up with. A few minutes later, we both make our way out of my pickup and Nolan cocks an eyebrow at us.
“I fucking knew we shouldn’t have come separate. At least now you can focus on racing and not fucking each other.” Nolan says on a laugh. Izzy’s face flames red and I put my arm around her.
“Hey man, what can I say?" I kiss the top of Izzy’s head. “Go get your racing stuff on and come help unload your car when you’re done.”
She walks to the side box and Nolan and I open the back of the trailer.
“Bro, you’re such an ass.” I tell him. Nolan smirks at me and shrugs his shoulders.
“Ah, it’s all good. If it was me, you’d both be on my ass.” Nol
an says. I nod my head and let out a laugh.
“Yeah, so true. Did anyone tell you what happened?" I ask.
“I came right here and didn’t talk to anyone.” he responds, shaking his head.
We open the trailer doors and start to unhook Izzy’s car from the tow straps. “Well, first off, Lisa was here. She said something to Izzy and Izzy punched her in the face and broke her nose.” There’s pride in my voice thinking of my girl standing up for herself. Nolan lets out a laugh.
“Fuck yeah. That’s our girl.” Nolan says with the same pride in his voice.
“That’s not the worst.” I say.
Nolan looks at me and the laughter dies on his lips when he sees my face. “What else?" he asks.
“Calabrese and his goons paid us a visit.” I answer, anger lacing my voice.
“Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. What did that fucker want?" Nolan asks. He’s clenching and unclenching his hands, anger vibrating from his body.
“He warned me to let him take care of the psycho bitch and if anything happens to her, he’ll make us pay. I told him if she shows up here, I won’t hesitate to protect Izzy."
Izzy makes her way into the trailer just as we finish unstrapping her car. She has her helmet tucked under her arm and walks next to the driver’s side door. She sets her helmet inside and climbs in. I nod at her and she fires up her car, her eyes light up when the beast she’s in control of comes to life. Seeing that look in her eye, as I watch her back her car off the enclosed trailer, is worth everything we’ve been through.
I follow Izzy out as she stops and shuts her car off. She climbs out and pops the hood.
“Something doesn’t sound right. It feels like I’m misfiring somewhere.” she says.
She opens the hood and looks the motor over. I come up beside her and watch as she finds the alternator and runs her slender fingers down the large wire cable connecting it to the battery.
“Here it is, I can feel a tear in the wire.” Izzy states.
She goes inside the trailer and comes out with the tools she needs and a new wire cable. She disconnects the battery and changes the wire. I take it from her as she hooks everything back up and starts her car. I’m looking it over when Nolan approaches me.
“What is it?" Nolan asks. I hold up the old cable that attached to the battery and show him the tear Izzy felt.
“It wasn’t a tear. Someone cut the wire to try and slow her down.” I tell him.
Nolan swears, running his hands through his hair. “I need to call Christian and see where his guys are. This is fucking bullshit.” He yanks his phone from his pocket and dials Christian. I put my arm around Izzy, needing her close to me. I try to contain the anger rolling through my body, but it’s not working.
“Bro, we have a problem. Where’s your guys? How far out are you?" Nolan barks into the phone. He waits a minute while Christian responds, nodding his head. “Ok I’ll see you in a few.” He hangs up his phone and turns to us. “Christian and his partner just pulled in and will be here in a few minutes."
“You need to get out there and get your qualifying done. I’ll be right behind you, try to stay focused on the track and not the drama out here. I’ll be safe and so will you." I wrap my arms around Izzy’s waist and pull her against me. I kiss her lips and rest my forehead against hers.
“I love you, Izzy and I’ll be right here with you.” I tell her. I can feel the tension running through her body, her shoulders are tight, and her posture stiff.
“Ok I’ll try. I love you too, Xavier. I’ll see you on the other side.” she responds.
She climbs in her car, straps on her helmet and safety harness and revs the engine. I can see the excitement flash in her eyes as she shifts into first. I watch as she drives off, my heart beating hard in my chest, hoping nothing happens to her out on the track. Nolan’s keeping pace with me as we make our way up the pits to the track.
“That’s one tough girl you got there.” Nolan says, a hint of admiration in his voice.
“Yeah she is. No matter how many time’s someone tries to knock her down, she always come back swinging.” I tell him.
Christian approaches us as we reach the edge of the pits onto the track. He’s dressed in his navy blue police uniform. There’s another guy walking next to him, he’s stiff and alert.
“Hey guys, this is my partner, John Kent. Kent, this is Xavier Sweeney and Nolan Ryan.” Christian says introducing us to him. Kent shakes our hands, his eyes still scanning the area around us and his body’s stiff and formal. I hear the roar of the crowd and turn my attention to the track.
Izzy just made her way out to qualify and the spectators are loving it. I close my eyes for a second and soak in the excitement thrumming through my veins. She shifts from first to second and her tires squeal around the corner. I inhale the intoxication scent of the track and calmness flows over me. I open my eyes, and something catches my attention off to the side of the stands by the fence. My body coils with tension.
Chapter 35
Izzy
I’m waiting in line until it’s my turn to qualify. My hands are shaking, and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. Someone’s already tampered with my car and I don’t know where they had a chance to, unless they broke into Xavier’s garage and he didn’t tell me.
My mind wanders back to a few minutes ago. We were having a good day, which has been very rare lately. I honestly don’t know how Xavier has put up with my mood swings. Then that bitch Lisa, had to show up. I knocked her on her as and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I roll my neck on my shoulders, trying to ease the tension. I can’t have any distractions out on the track. I need to give it my whole attention or it can be a disaster for me. I need to have faith that Nolan and Christian will watch Xavier’s back and not let him go off on his own.
The pit crew signals for me to pull up. I’m next, once the other two cars get off the track. I close my eyes and redirect my focus from everything happening around me to my car. The rumble of the motor vibrates through my body. The intoxicating smells of the track overpowers my sense and I open my eyes. The pit worker signals at me that it’s my turn.
I shift into first and hit the gas. My car comes to life under my hands and growls in response. I pull out onto the track and tune everything out as I come into turn three and four. The familiar pull of the dirt under my tires relaxes me further as I shift from second to third.
I push on the gas and my car whines in protest. I shift again as I reach the straight away and the flagger drops the green flag. I hit the gas harder, shifting smoothly in between. My adrenaline is running through my veins as I come into turn one and two. I release the gas, lightly brake, and turn my wheels hard to the left. There’s a slight shake in the steering wheel, but I brush it off.
I press back onto the gas and pull out of the turn. I spot Xavier on the sidelines. HE has his eyes closed and he looks peaceful. I reach the straightaway between turns two and three, I give my car more gas and shift again. I enter turns three and four quickly and drift around the corners taking the inside. There’s a slight shake again in the steering wheel.
The excitement from the crowd penetrates my mind as I drive by them. Cheers erupt as I pass the only other car out here with me. I soak it in for a moment and come into turns one and two again. I quickly shift down, brake lightly and crank the wheel hard to the left. The tires protesting under my command and another shake under my hands as I pull out of the drift. Something isn’t right. I’m doing everything I can to keep my temper and car under control.
I pass by Xavier, noticing his stiff posture. His body’s coiled with tension and his eyes focus toward the crowd. Now I’m concerned something is wrong and it breaks my concentration as I enter turns three and four.
I oversteer the turn and lose control, taking the high side of the track. The shaking is getting worse in the steering and my heart’s beating in my ears as I pull out of the turn and the flagger drops the checkered flag. I
’m pissed at myself for losing my concentration and those few precious seconds. I’m pissed because there’s something else wrong with my race car. I don’t bother to stop in the winner’s circle instead, I drive right for the pits passing Xavier, Nolan, Christian, and some other cop dressed in a uniform.
I reach our trailer and unhook my safety harness with shaky fingers. I climb out of my car and rip my helmet off. I’m so fucking agitated, I can’t stop the vibrations thrumming through my body. I’m ready to kill someone.
Xavier, Nolan, Christian, and another guy reach me as I crawl on the ground and check under the driver’s side tire of my car.
“Are you OK?" Xavier asks when he reaches me. I stand up and take a deep breath before I explode in a fury.
“No, I’m not.” I snap. So much for keeping control. “Something else is wrong with my car and you look just as pissed off as I feel. What the fuck is going on?" I try to calm myself down, but it’s not working. Xavier holds me to him, trying to calm me down, but that’s not working either.
“I thought I saw something in the crowd, but then it was gone. I tried to not show it, but I must have failed. What happened out there?" Xavier asks.
“My steering started shaking really bad on the first and second turn. Then I lost my concentration and almost lost it in turns three and four. The shaking was worse on those turns.” I tell him. His eyes grow wide and Nolan is already jacking up the front end of my car.
“We’ll fix it.” Xavier tries to reassure me.
How in the hell can he be so calm? That just pisses me off further. This isn’t about my car, this is about everything that has happened in the last couple of months. All the stress, all the drama. Everything is now coming at me in full swing and I’m going to explode.
“This is not something that can be fixed, Xavier." I scream. “Someone is trying to fucking kill me, and you can’t keep me safe anymore. Obviously, no one can keep me safe."
Once the words leave my lips, I regret saying them. Hurt crosses Xavier’s features, his blue eyes turn hard when they meet mine. He looks around the pits and spots Christian.
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