Racing for Freedom - By Bec Botefuhr Page 0,49
over wearing a black shirt, tight black jeans and a backwards cap. Damn him for looking so fucking perfect all the time. His aqua eyes twinkle as he approaches and wraps his arms around me. I huff and grumble at him, which only makes him hold me tighter.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re mad Dashy.”
“Shut up, Slade!”
“What’s wrong baby?”
“It doesn’t matter, you will only love it!”
“Try me.”
“I can’t get the damn corners!”
He slides his lips over my forehead. “They’ve always been a problem for you, eh?”
“Yeah, and I know you don’t care because it’ll mean you probably take the championship, but I can’t get them and it’s frustrating the hell out of me.”
“Now Dashy, I need a decent competitor and you’re the only one who will give me a run for my money, I need a good challenge so let me help you.”
I frown up at him and he kisses my nose. “You want to help me?”
He grins. “Yeah, I do. Come on, get in the car.”
“What?”
He opens my car door, slides in and shoves the seat back. He spreads his legs and pats the seat.
“Come on.”
“That’s dangerous Slade!”
“We won’t go fast, come on.”
I grumble and slide in the car, nestling myself half on his leg and half on the seat. He reaches his arms around and grips my hands, placing them on the steering wheel. He rests his hands over mine, curling his fingers over so we have a good grip on the wheel. He reaches down, starts the car and whispers, “Let me move your hands Dashy baby, you just do as I ask.”
I nod, swallowing and tingling at his closeness. His breath is on my ear and his voice gives me shudders where shudders shouldn’t be.
“Get us moving, keep her at sixty for now.”
I put my foot on the accelerator and Slade moves our hands to change the gears. I let him have complete control over my hands, trusting him wholeheartedly.
“Let me see how you take the corner, just do it as you normally would.”
He gives my hand some slack as I approach the corner. I instantly begin slowing and my hand wobbles a little. He doesn’t say anything as I round the corner. When we get out the other side, he clenches his hands again and takes back control.
“At the next corner, do as I say ok?”
I nod, swallowing. We approach the next corner, and I let Slade take the control.
“Don’t let those hands shake, always look at where you’re going out, not where you’re coming in. Watch the exit Dashy.”
I stare at where the corner ends and focus on that. When I go to lower my speed, Slade tells me not to. With trembling legs, I keep my foot down. When we begin going around the corner I tremble a little but he holds my hands steady.
“Watch that exit, the car will go with you.”
I watch the exit and my mouth drops open as the car slides smoothly around the corner. Just as we’re coming out of it, Slade tells me to speed up. I press my foot down harder and the car glides beautifully out of the corner.
“Oh god, all along, that’s what I was doing wrong?”
“Always look at the exit, it helps. Now pick up the speed and try the next one a little faster. We won’t go over a hundred, we’ll keep it safe.”
I follow his instructions and glide through the next corner at full speed. A squeal escapes my throat and he laughs in my ear as we pick up speed and continue to take the corners smoothly. When we finally come to a stop, I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek and lips over and over.
“You’re amazing!”
He chuckles. “Well, if I was going to get this kind of love, I would have done it sooner.”
I find his lips and I slide mine over them, heating them up with my desperate kiss. He groans and wraps his arms around me, pushing me back into the steering wheel and sliding his tongue into my mouth. I whimper and bite his lower lip, sucking and tasting him until we’re both panting. I want him, I want every part of him. I reach down and grip his pants, and his eyes widen.
“Here?” he whispers.
I nip his lip again. “Here, now.”
I shift and with great struggle, manage to remove my jeans. I get his down just enough to give me access. I find his lips again and our kiss