Fast Lane: A Turbocharged Romance

by Ada Winter

  One of his arms goes around my shoulder and the other to the back of my head. He strokes my hair gently and rocks me a bit with just the right amount of motion. Enveloped in pure bliss, I never want to let go. It feels quick, but I don’t think about that. I feel him with every fiber of my being, and stay fully present in the moment.

  A sudden ‘honk’ wakes me from my trance. I turn around to see Sid sitting in his shiny gray Camaro looking right at us.

  “Hey you two, break it up. It’s time to go.”

  I look back at Mark and my eyes say I don’t want to, but our legs carry us in that direction anyway. Mark opens the door for me, pulling the seat back once again for me to get in. He flips the seat back, steps into the passenger seat and closes the door. We put our seatbelts on, although Sid never did.

  “Hiya’, Sid.” Mark sounds uncomfortable.

  “Well, hey, Mark. It looks like you were enjoying yourself there?” Sid’s tone is off.

  “We had a very nice time dancing,” I interrupt.

  “Uh huh,” Sid replies.

  We drive off in silence and there is a feeling of discomfort between all three of us. I have never seen Sid in this mode. Big brother protective mode for lack of a better term. Out on the main road now, Sid speeds up. He was very careful on the way there, almost as if he was carrying protective cargo. That is all out the window now. Sid turns down a dirt road and says, “Why don’t we take the scenic route home?”

  “Sid, what are you doing?” I ask with slight urgency in my voice.

  Mark keeps looking over at Sid and then back at me, unsure of what to do. Sid speeds up again. I look at the odometer and we are at 55 miles per hour and steadily gaining speed. I know Sid is a good driver and he has probably driven this car fast before, but this is different.

  I read the situation. He is angry. Sid is trying to intimidate Mark.

  Mark’s hand goes to the dashboard in a defensive posture as Sid continues picking up speed. It’s mostly straight road now, but there are some slight turns coming up and I am worried.

  “Sid! Slow down!” Mark sputters out. “I know what you’re trying to do…let’s talk about this!” His voice is firm now and I admire him for it.

  “I don’t think you understand, Mark. That’s my little sister and you were getting a little too comfy.” Sid’s voice is calm, but I can hear the anger in it.

  He grips the wheel harder, readjusting his whole body a bit. I can feel the car’s tires losing grip around the curves. Sid looks in control, but I am deeply worried.

  “Think about Celia. She’s scared. Look at her!”

  Sid glares at me in the rearview mirror. He is angry and disappointed. His eyes are wide now, crazy almost, as he focuses them back on the road. I am scared. He must see that in my eyes, but he doesn’t care. He just keeps that car hurtling forward angrily. Faster.

  A lazy turn to the right is upcoming and we are going too fast. The needle hit 70 and I know we won’t make it. The back end starts to kick out as Sid tries to regain control by spinning the wheel right, then back hard left. The driver side mirror is torn off after sideswiping a tree as Sid fights with the wheel. He overcorrects and now the right side swings around. Mark’s side. Mark looks back at me in horror and his eyes are squarely on mine as everything goes black.

  ****

  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Rocking now in a seated posture with my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, drenched in sweat, and all tangled in my sheets.

  Someone is screaming loudly now in utter pain and torment. It's me. Hands over my head, rocking back and forth now, gasping for breath.

  Inhale deeply, then, “Whhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyy…?”

  Chapter 46

  LANE

  HOURS EARLIER

  “Ow. What the fuck?” Rubbing the back of my head now and trying to remember why it’s throbbing. It comes back to me. Fight with Victor. Beating the crap out of him then kicked back into the metal door. Slammed my head. Could have been worse, though. I could be dead.

  “Fuck.” Making my way to the bathroom now and sifting through the cabinet for some Ibuprofen. Popping four of them and cupping water in my hand under the faucet to chase them down my throat.

  To the freezer now, grab an ice pack and back to bed to rest my head. Adrenaline is an amazing thing. There when you need it, but when it goes, the pain sets in.

  I’m getting too old for this shit.

  At eighteen, I would have shook this off but not now.... I thought about Victor and how much he must be hurting right now. The mother fucker got what he deserves and then some. Tried to cut me. Fucking coward can’t fight with his fists. Damn near sliced Maisy. Holding the knife now and examining it, I wonder how many people he pulled it on before I took it away from him.

  Shit. Was I wrong to go there? I couldn’t help it. Anger took over when I saw Tyrelle’s face. Nothing could have stopped me from going over there and busting that punk up.

  What now? I can’t tell Celia about this. I want to, but she’ll worry. She has something heavy on her mind right now and I don’t want to add any more. I’ll call Celia in a little while and invite her to see me tomorrow. She has a few days off so that should work out. I need to get up and get my act together. Apartment is not looking too bad, but I want to make a good impression.

  Guys have a general reputation for being slobs. Not me. When I was a teenager, I learned how to clean, cook, do my own laundry and how to keep a clean house. Even though we had hired help in the house, my mom told me they were essential skills and she couldn’t have been more right. I can’t remember how many of the women who have been to my place remarked how clean it was. Especially the bathroom. I even scrub the toilet once a week, which is unheard of in my guy circles. Bunch of slobs. It’s probably why they have difficulty getting laid.

  Enough about other women. There is only one woman for me and she’ll be here tomorrow. I want everything to be perfect.

  ****

  Fell asleep again and now after waking, feeling much better.

  Checking my phone. Messages from Amanda and Celia. I’ll call Amanda back first as I’ll probably want to talk to Celia longer.

  “Hey, Amanda, I got your message, what’s up?”

  “I checked in on Tyrelle and family and they’re doing better. Latoya heard word on the street that Victor caught a serious beating last night. You don’t know anything about that, do you?”

  Sarcastically. “No, that’s a shame. I hope they can reattach his teeth…I mean I hope he heals up real soon.” She laughs.

  “Seriously though, we need to handle a situation like that better next time. You can’t go kicking someone’s ass every time their parents fuck up.”

  “Well, that was a bit more than a fuck-up, wouldn’t you say?”

  “You’re right, Lane, it was. Victor’s crazy, though, and I was worried about you.”

  “I can take care of myself, Amanda. Don’t you worry about me.” Shifting in my bed now to try and find a comfortable position.

  Silence for a brief moment and probably thinking of what to say.

  “Are you coming in today?”

  “Yeah, can you hold down the fort until I get there?”

  “I always do.”

  Hanging up. Yes, she always does. Cleaning up my messes when I need it.

  Chapter 47

  CELIA

  I need to tell him. I don’t know how he’ll react, but this needs to be said.

  It feels like I’m unraveling right now, but I know it’s much more than that. The past is coming back and trying its damnedest to swallow me up. It will swallow me whole and spit me out of I let it.

  When I first met Lane, he drove his Alfa Romeo like a man with something to prove. It was almost as if his entire self-worth was tied up in it. Drive fast, win, feel better about myself, get the girl. Rinse and repeat.

  Lane would have done anything to win that race. He drove with a desperation that no one else had. L
ike a man possessed. That scared the hell out of me. It’s why he wins. No one else is willing to take it as far as Lane. That’s why they finish second.

  There’s natural talent there, no doubt. He has done this many times before. I can see that. He drives with a purpose. Lane’s purpose is not just to drive and win, it goes much deeper than that. It’s an outlet for him. He does it to release anger. Tracy’s brother has told me as much and I can see it.

  And now he has another race coming up. These are bigger stakes and more talented drivers. It means he’ll drive harder. Even faster.

  Anger and speed don’t mix. Never have, never will. At least not in my experience. They can lead to devastating conclusions and leave a wake of destruction in their path.

  This is not my path. Our love is strong enough. It needs to be. If it’s not, then there will be no us. No future. No white picket fences and little Celia’s and Lane’s running amok. No PTO meetings, no soccer games, no proms.

  I put my faith in love. My love for Lane. His love for me.

  There is no more time to build on our love. This will tear me apart if I don’t face it now. Our love as it is now will have to do. Time will tell. Please let our love win out. Without love there is nothing. Love makes the world go round. Love feeds me, nourishes me, bathes me in its light.

  Lane's love.

  Chapter 48

  LANE

  Everything is perfect. She’ll be here any minute.

  Pouring some wine now, a good Merlot recommended by a wine connoisseur friend named Jacques who comes from a long line of winemakers. First sip. Excellent choice my friend. He owns a restaurant in downtown Portland named of all things, Jacques. I made reservations for us, but first, we will have a drink here. It’s a pricey place, but only the best for Celia.

  Soft knock on the door. I open to the most beautiful sight my eyes have beheld in my young life. Celia, red hair tied up with a long pin and curled tendrils shaping her gorgeous face. Jeweled earrings and a matching necklace plunging down her upper chest. A scarlet, low-cut dress shapes her curves with a plunging neckline separating her breasts into two distinct forms.

  I take her shawl, now thrown over her arm, and guide her in with my hand on the small of her naked back. Her dress is cut to just above her ass and I give a quick look to make sure everything is as perfect as I remember it. Yes. Black ‘fuck me heels’ create the most sensuous building of her calves, and her legs carry a perfect smooth shine to them.

  Holy shit.

  I’m not sure we’ll make it to dinner. Thank goodness our reservations aren’t for another hour. Good planning, Lane. I hang her shawl on a hook as she puts her purse down on the small table I use for my keys and wallet.

  Pulling her close to me, I know she can feel the quickly forming bulge in my pants. I don’t try to hide it. Our lips meet without saying a word and I can tell by her breathing that she’s just as excited as I am. Our excitement builds with each dart of our swirling tongues as we quickly lose control. Before I know it, my hand is sliding her dress up her thighs, while I simultaneously lift her up and carry her over to the couch. I prop her up on the edge as my tongue wanders to her ear and then her neck.

  She smells so good and I can’t take it. I work my way down until my tongue finds her inner thighs. She is so soft and smooth here, and the smell coming from her pussy is exotically tantalizing. I pull her panties down to her feet and toss them to the side. I delve into her pussy wholeheartedly and she moans in response. Her sticky juices taste so sweet I know there is nothing on Jacques’ menu that will even come close. Her lips open to meet my tongue thrusts and I know she is ready for me.

  Still fully clothed, I pull her down to me while standing and flip her over onto her stomach. Her feet are flat on the floor now while her tight ass stares me in the face. I can see her pussy poking out the bottom and I get ready to enter her from behind. I strip my clothes off, letting them fall to the floor beneath me. So much for my clean pressed casual black suit just back from the cleaners. Before my pants hit the floor, I pull a lone Skinz condom from my pocket. I had a feeling this might happen and wanted to be prepared.

  Wrapping myself in record time, I can feel her reaching behind her to grab my cock and pull it in. Just as desperate as me, her pussy meets my manhood and sucks me right in like a person dying of thirst finding an oasis. Without hesitation and fully enveloping me now, she pushes her ass against me to meet my thrusts.

  Grabbing on to her perfect ass, I ram her deep and hard and she responds favorably with load moans and shrieks of pleasure. I expand and contract my cock in a motion I call expando, growing it to more than normal size with some effort and focus. She screams out and I know she is a fan. Thrusting upward into her g-spot, I know she will come soon. She tosses her head wildly from side to side, and although I hadn’t noticed it before, her hair somehow came loose from its binding.

  This is insane.

  Just outside my floor-to-ceiling windows are the lights of nighttime Portland. My apartment is fully illuminated so anyone out on the street or in apartments across the way can see me ramming my girl from behind over the back of my couch. That just turns me on even more. Celia is going ape shit wild right now, and I do all I can to contain myself as I want more.

  She is screaming out, “Yes, yes, yes…oh shit, yes.” Celia reaches back to rub her clit and that along with the pounding thrusts of my engorged cock leads her to scream out. “Yesssssssssssss!” Her body shakes. Ravaged and bursting in glorious orgasm, I let loose with a doozer of my own and keep thrusting until her pussy muscles squeeze out every last drop.

  “Holy shitttttt!” is all that I can say. I ride this sex-induced high for all that it is worth, our bodies bathed in sweat, reaching and gasping for breath.

  We are as one. Completely.

  Chapter 49

  CELIA

  My breathing is just getting back to normal as Lane lifts me up and carefully places me down on an overstuffed chair. He goes to the kitchen, runs some water and comes back with a warm washcloth. Wiping all around my pussy, I still quiver with pleasure around the over-stimulated area. The water feels warm and soothing, and this is not the first time Lane cleaned me up like this. It’s a small thing, but so considerate and I feel cared for and loved. Only after I was fully clean and refreshed did he clean himself.

  His glorious cock is still hard and pulsating, and I can tell he could be ready to go again on a moment’s notice. Instead, he washes himself up and down the long shaft as I can sense a hidden force deep inside me that lusts for more. It isn’t just our carnal sensual attraction that drives me wild, there is love behind it. Mutual love that is strong and ever-growing. I love him more each moment I spend with him, and it’s scary and exciting all wrapped in one.

  “Hi, Lane. We never said hello so I thought I should break the ice.” I laugh and smile.

  “Hi there yourself, beautiful.”

  I love it when he calls me that. Beautiful.

  “It took me almost an hour to get my hair just right, to pick my jewelry, and the right perfume. And you tore it all apart in ten lustful minutes.”

  “The way you looked was what set me off, and it was a wonderful few minutes. I saw every inch of you and you looked stunning. You still do.” The look on his face now is irresistible. He looks like a wolf, just having had his fill and hoping for more. Lane’s eyes look me up and down as he flashes me his smile, dimples and all. Devilish dimples. “I should make you aware that we have a dinner reservation in 45 minutes at a very fancy French restaurant. Only the best for you, angel.”

  “Is there somewhere where I can put myself back together?” I subconsciously run my fingers through my hair while shaking it out, and as I say this, his eyes flicker.

  “Here, I’ll show you.” He takes my hand and leads me to this bedroom. There is a king-sized four-poster oak bed against the exposed brick wall.

  “What’s this? On our first meeting you said you would get me into yo
ur bed. Is this what you had in mind?” I say playfully.

  “Later.” He winks and closes the door behind him so I can get dressed in private. I find a tall, free-standing mirror in one corner and the wood matches the style of the dark grain oak of the bed.

  I work on my hair first, finding a brush in a tray next to the mirror. Next, I put my g-string and bra back on. They were red like my dress and sheer in certain spots. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I re-strap my shoes. They are stiletto-heeled and uncomfortable, but sexy as hell.

  Before we go, I'll grab my purse － still near the front door － and redo my lipstick. A more disheveled version of Celia stared back at me in the mirror, but I don’t think Lane will mind. He had never been able to keep his hands off me no matter was I was wearing or how I looked. It’s nice to feel sexy all the time, not just when I get all dressed up. Lane makes me feel like a woman and he’s treasured me from the moment we first became intimate.

  How much of our connection is physical and how much of it is emotional? I can feel equal parts of both and hope he feels the same. I have never been with a man that makes me feel so complete and who I felt truly good about in every aspect.

  I ‘m not in the business of messing up a perfect thing, but Lane has to know my true feelings. I don’t think we will make it otherwise. Shuddering at the thought of where it might lead, I make the decision to save the conversation until after dinner.

  Chapter 50

  CELIA

  It’s a relief to know that Lane decided we would take the Alfa Romeo tonight. Hot red dresses cut just below the ass, stiletto heels and Harley’s are just not a good mix.

  It’s the same red car that Lane raced in. The black leather interior is sleek and sexy and the roar of the engine is exciting and powerful. It has a certain manly smell with the high-quality leather and a trace of Lane’s cologne.