list of chores. She basically used me as her personal slave.
I saved every last dollar I made and combined it with the money my parents left in their savings for me to buy my first car the day I turned sixteen. I spent every dime I had fixing up that old car. Dad would have been so proud. I used all of my free time reading up on anything and everything car-related. Engine parts, wheels, horse power . . . racing. I started picking up Derek on Friday nights and we would head over to Sulley’s Raceway. I felt at home there; still do, like I belong. I’m accepted for who I am. I eventually started working there a few months later.
What little time I had that wasn’t being spent at the track I spent either at the tattoo shop or the gym. The muscles and the ink really drew the ladies in, but I never could bring myself to commit to any of them for longer than a week or so. The longer they were around, the more attached they would get. And I couldn’t go having any of them fall in love with me. Love just ends up in heartache and pain.
And then I met Lexi Taylor. She’s the first one that has made me actually want to give the whole relationship thing a try. She’s gorgeous, fiery, and spontaneous. And the added bonus . . . her tits fit perfectly in my hands. Not too big. Not too small. Just abso-fucking-lutely perfect.
I’M SITTING AT MY desk just finishing up work here at Sulley’s Raceway for the day. Finalizing next week’s schedule for the staff and making sure all of the supplies have been ordered. I can’t seem to stay focused or get out of here fast enough today. All I can think about is getting to Lexi’s to pick her up for our date. I’m not used to this whole dating thing, but she’s just one I can’t let get away. After all, running into the same beautiful girl three times in one day kind of makes it hard to stay away from her. Especially once I saw firsthand what a piece of shit her ex is. That dude is lucky he can still walk after the stunts he pulled yesterday. I feel this overwhelming need to protect her. Although I have a feeling she can hold her own if she has to, no woman ever should have to.
If my Aunt Sarah ever taught me anything, it’s that a real man should never cause a woman pain. He should provide for her and he should do anything to protect the one he loves. I only just met Lexi yesterday, so I would be crazy if I even think that I love her. But what I do know is that she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a piece of gum someone scraped off their shoe on a hot day.
Tonight I plan on showing her how a man should treat a woman. Candles, slow sensual music, and my undivided attention to her every need and desire. I can’t wait to have my hands all over her amazing body again. I’ve been aching for her all day.
I straighten up the stack of papers on my desk, stand up, and grab my keys on my way out. On my way down the stairs from the office above the press box I can hear the roar of the cars get louder and louder the closer I get to ground level. One loud rev of their engines while they burnout following the purring exhausts as they idle their way up to the starting line. Just as I’m walking out the door the lights flash, yellow, yellow, yellow, GREEN! The sound vibrates through my entire body and roars through the stands as both cars are at the opposite end of the track in the blink of an eye. The crowd cheers and I see Charlie, one of our maintenance guys, on my way to the parking lot.
“You’re not stickin’ around tonight, Coen? It’s ladies night!” he asks, waggling his eyebrows in excitement.
“Not tonight, Charlie.” I wink at him and grin as I continue walking towards my car.
“Ooh, say no more, my man! Enjoy your evening!” he shouts across the parking lot as I’m opening the car door.
“I fully intend to! Don’t worry!”
I hop inside and start the car and decide to text Lexi to let her know I’m on my way, turning up