Evan's Addiction (39 page)

     Evan shifted me in his arms so that my back was to his front, his
erection nestled in my butt. Who knew having an erection poking into you would
feel so good. “Shit yeah. I haven’t raced since your bachelor party. I’m
jonesing for a race.”

     My brow rose at this news.

     Landon was nodding. “I’m going to race my Mustang. I want to see
what it can do.”

     Maya was smiling and rolling her eyes at me, but Landon’s
announcement wiped the smile off and she spun around in his arms. “What?!”   

     Landon looked confused. “What?” He repeated.

     Her hands went to her hips. “You’re going to race? Isn’t that kind
of dangerous?”

     He grinned down at her. “I’ll be fine.”

     “So you say. What about the other guy, or the wall that wants to
take you out?” She argued.

     Landon laughed and hugged her to him. “Darl’in, I’ll be fine. I
promise. One time…please.” He begged and gave her a pleading smile that had
Evan and me laughing.

     She gave a drawn out resigned sigh. “Fine, but you better not get
hurt, or I’ll hurt you…after you heal.”

     He beamed. “Thanks babe.”

     I frowned and tilted my head to look up at Evan. “It’s not really
all that dangerous, is it?” The thought of him getting hurt suddenly put a
weight on my chest.

     He grinned down at me. “There’s always danger getting behind the
wheel of a car, but at least the guys here are more experienced drivers than
your average person on the road. I’ve been going here for years and only a few
people have gotten hurt. Statistically, I’m safer on this track than the
highway.”

     It sounded logical. However, it didn’t lift the weight.

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

EVAN

     I maintained my hold on Shaw as we all strolled the grounds
checking out the cars and watching a few of the races. She talked, joked, and
laughed with everyone like she’d been doing all day and I was pleased as shit I
was able to bring that joy to her face. I loved seeing her smile as much as I
loved seeing her climax. Both were fucking heady feelings.

     Trey was right about other guys eyeballing her. She wasn’t in a
slutty outfit like a lot of the other women milling around, but her shorts were
short enough to showcase long slim legs, and the top exposed her upper chest
just enough to tease guys with her delectable cleavage. She was tastefully hot,
but her red, curly hair was like a beacon that screamed look at me…and they all
did. With lustful expressions that pissed me the hell off.

     I held her close, possessively, glaring at them all, and that was
a kicker because I wasn’t the jealous type. I always thought it was a women’s prerogative
to look good and attract attention. That I had an almost uncontrollable urge to
cover her up, even her hair, would be funny if it wasn’t me experiencing it.

     That remark she’d made about being homely still had me reeling.
She was so fucking far from homely it was ridiculous. That people had dubbed
her that made me wonder about their fucking eyesight. I guess it’s possible
she’d grown into her looks, but shit, adults shouldn’t be letting kids hear
crap like that. Stupid fucking assholes. It was probably another reason why she
thought she hadn’t been adopted; labeled an ugly kid.

     Shaw was like a sunrise and sunset rolled together; blinding in
her magnificence. Another girl would be aware of this with the way moronic,
dipshit, douche-bags hit on her but she probably thought they did it because of
her reputation. Time with me and she’d be absolutely convinced of her
loveliness.

     After about an hour of trolling Landon, the Cruz brothers, and I
found the cars we wanted to race against.

     Landon had one race, a straight line run down the track, and when
it was announced we all lined up along the fence to watch him pit his
Shelby-Mustang against a Mustang Coupe. Maya was jumping with nerves, but
besides losing he crossed the finish line without injury. The other car
definitely had the advantage with how much the guy had put into it. Landon was
only two seconds behind so he didn’t complain overly long at the defeat, or the
thousand dollar loss.

     Juan’s first race was three times around the track, like mine would
be, and he left his opponent in the dust. There was no denying the man could
drive, and his car was loaded, so it was expected. Watching him had me itching
to pit my skills against him so I put my name in again to go against him. He
was all for it.

     My pulse jumped with excitement when my first race was called.
Leaning down I kissed Shaw on the mouth. “Wish me luck.”

     “Good luck.” She parroted with a puckered brow. “But be careful
too.”

     It was nice she was worried about me. Most girls just kissed me
back and left it at a ‘good luck kiss’, or even ‘win it for me’.

     “I always am.” I reassured her with one last kiss.

     Jogging away I jumped in my car and drove it around to the tracks
entrance gates. The guy, who owned a Twin Turbo ‘sixty-nine’ Chevelle, and I
had agreed on a thousand dollar wager and we each handed over our cash rolls to
the guy at the starting gate. Before getting back in my car I searched out
Shaw’s face and gave her a wave when I found it. Knowing she was out there
watching me got my blood running hotter than normal. I shook myself out trying
to calm and loosen myself up.

     The lights turned on and I put my car in gear. Seconds later they
switched from red to yellow to green and we screamed away from the starting
line. I pulled out front immediately and kept him in my rearview mirror the
whole way, roaring across the finish line three laps later with a whoop of
exhilaration.

     They decided to have my race with Juan directly after. He idled
up, revving his engine, to park on the starting line next to me. Stepping out
he set his arms on his hood looking over at me with a smirk.

     “Me and you now, Homie.”

     Returning his smirk I leaned on my door scrutinizing his Charger.
“You know this thing doesn’t have a chance against mine no matter what the
movie portrays, right?” I was all bullshit because it was going to be close.

     “You got the bucks to back that delusion of yours?” He raised his
brows.

     “I just won the last race, didn’t I.” I rejoined.

     His eyes narrowed. “Three thousand?”

     I’d made that high of wagers before but I usually knew I would
win. I wasn’t so certain this time. The money was no big deal. Dan paid me
exceedingly well for a newbie straight out of college, and I was also investing
in several ventures that were adding to my revenues, so I had quite a chunk of change
amassing in my bank account. I was a numbers man though and I didn’t like to
bet money on a fifty-fifty probability at winning.

     Juan’s smirk grew at my hesitation. “Not so confident it would
appear.”

     “I’m a working man frugal with his money. I’d think you would be
too since your not technically getting paid.” All beginner drivers were
provided with only enough money to live.

     “I’m not going to lose.” He boasted.

     I stared him down. “Two-thousand.”

     “Agreed.”

     Handing over our bank to the intermediary we climbed back in our
cars. I looked over and found him staring right back at me with a grin. He
revved his engine and I answered. The lights flickered down and at green we
stomped on the gas, screeching off the starting line. I was right in that it
was going to be a close race. We were neck and neck the whole way, each of us
pulling ahead only to lose it to the other around the next corner. It was
fucking invigorating.

     We barreled toward the finish line nose to nose crossing it
together. Photo finish sucker! If I lost I could accept it with a smile.

     We drove around the track one more time, at a slower pace. Parking
back on the finish line we waited for the ruling and it ended up being Juan by
two inches. We drove out the gate and after parking walked together back to
where everyone was waiting for us.

     In good spirits, I slapped his back. “I had you on the corners,
but you’d catch me in the straight-ways. You need to work on that.”

     Juan looked less pleased with his win than I did with my loss.
“You lost and you’re giving me advice.”

     “The only reason you won is because you’ve been racing for weeks
while I’ve been sitting behind a desk. It would have been different if I’d been
getting the practice you’ve had.” His eyes narrowed and I could see my good
natured heckling had hit a sensitive nerve. “Hey, I’ve been doing this just as
long as you and if I didn’t have a calling for something else I probably would
have taken it up as my career. Not to sound arrogant but I’ve been told I have
the same talent as you.”

     “Yeah, a few people at Marx’s might have mentioned that, and I
noted it when I saw you race weeks ago. It still twists my sphincter because I
almost lost, and what you said was true.” He said grudgingly.

     I gave him another slap on the back, and then shook my head
because the guy had absolutely no give in his muscles. His physique wasn’t the
normal frame for a race car driver, bulky and tall, but it wasn’t hindering
him.

     “You’re an awesome driver, and I know in less time than I would
like you’re going to be leaving me in the dust.” I acknowledged in my own
grudging tone.

     “You got me my dream job and now you’re all cheerful even though
you lost; you’re making me feel like shit for taking your money.” He grumbled. 

     I laughed. “Good. But that was a hell of a race, and you did beat
me fair and square so it should pass. I’ve got one more race that’s a sure
thing so I’ll make up what I lost.” I’m the one that initiated the race so I
couldn’t feel bad about losing money.

     We strolled up to the group who instantly started congratulating
us, exclaiming in excitement on how close it was. Like a bee to pollen my gaze landed
on Shaw to see her smiling hesitantly but animatedly. I moved over wrapping her
back up in my arms, pressing my raging erection into her ass. The races had
only stimulated me more than I already was making me want to drag her away and
relieve it. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen.  

     It was starting to get cooler as darkness moved in and her arms
were slightly chilled. I rubbed them briskly. “You feel cold. I’ve got a small
blanket in the car if you need it.”

     She leaned back into me the rigidity gone completely from her
frame. “I’m okay at the moment, but thanks.” There was a slight pause before
she resumed. “That was really amazing out there, and wildly nerve-racking. You
beat that first guy so easily, but your race with Juan was so close and I
thought you guys were going to bash against each other at every turn. I can’t
believe you didn’t win, I was gripping the fence so tightly I have imprints
still….look.” She spread her hands open and sure enough there were faint
impressions there. 

     I grinned. “Did you like it, or was it too much?”

     She snorted softly. “I don’t think I can answer that yet, my heart
is still in my throat, but I can tell you love it. There so much testosterone
pouring off you I’m almost drowning in it.” Beside my prominent hard-on, my
hands had been roving of their own accord to wherever they could reach
supporting her observation.

     “Seventy-five percent of that is because of you, not the race.” I
growled in her ear. “Did watching me get you any hotter?”

     She shivered, burrowing back into me. “You just remarked that I
was cold so how could I be hotter. How did you become such a ladies man if you
suck so badly and reading women? Just to give you a heads up that indent your
hand is over does not take deposits.”

     I laughed into the side of her neck because the indent she was
referring to was her bellybutton. She was such a damn smart-ass.

     “Thanks for the forewarning. The last thing I want to do is stick
something somewhere it’s not supposed to go.” I trailed my finger downward
brushing just above her mound and felt her stomach clench. 

     “That
could
end up being embarrassing for you.” She said
sounding breathless.

     “Evan! Shut down your libido and open you’re ears over there;
they’re calling you for the next race.” Greg yelled, having arrived with his
date sometime when I was gone.  

     Astonishingly, for once in my life I’d rather stay right where I
was instead of running off to race. This woman was turning me inside out.

     Expelling a disappointed sigh into Shaw’s neck that had her
squirming against me, I nuzzled her earlobe. “Maybe this race will be the one
to heat you up.” With one last nip I released her and jogged away.

     My last race was against a 1970 Chevy Nova and we’d settled on
another thousand dollar bet. The lights clicked down and at green we surged
forward. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Nova’s front end lift, come
down, and then veer toward me. Acting swiftly, but calmly, I steered away from
him hoping he’d just miss me but no…he clipped my back left bumper putting my
car in a spin. Heart thumping, I spun the wheel trying my best to control the
spin while at the same time searching for the other car. I didn’t want him
plowing into my driver’s side because that could cause more than car damage. It
might also propel me into a roll, but that was less likely to happen since we
hadn’t been going that fast.

     Sure enough he was headed straight for me. Cursing, I wrenched the
wheel hard and held my breath as he rocketed inches alongside my right side.
Feeling no impact I expelled my breath and stomped on the breaks. Once I came
to a complete stop I peeled my fingers from the steering wheel searching for
the dipshit. Seeing him at rest twenty-five yards from me looking none the
worse for ware I jumped from my car and stormed towards him, my adrenaline
pumping.