Racing for Freedom - By Bec Botefuhr Page 0,50
becomes desperate and passionate. I whimper and tangle my hands in his hair as his fingers find my heat, gently stroking me to shuddering point and then slipping his fingers out and causing me to cry out and grip him.
“Hush baby, let me play.”
I groan when he slides into me and uses his hands to adjust my hips. I grip the seat behind him and throw my head back, crying out his name as my first release tears through my body. He had me so on edge that it happened almost instantly. He groans and uses his hands to raise and lower my hips over him, gently sliding me over his length until he’s groaning and tensing for me too.
“Slade, god, more…”
He growls and throws his head back, thrusting into me so hard my back slams against the steering wheel. My hands are on his shoulders, my nails are sliding over his skin as he moves me and I find my release once more. When he finds his own release, his groans fill the car and he grinds out my name as he shudders. I let my back slump against the steering wheel as he gently drags the last of his pleasure out and then drops his head onto my belly.
“Jesus, best racing lesson ever.”
I giggle and slap his arm. “Slade!”
He shifts me and puts me down on the passenger seat, then grins over at me. “You look gorgeous right now, Dashy.”
I grin and take my jeans, giving him my best fake glare before shuffling them back on. Oh my, every touch against my skin has it tingling. Slade notices my slight moan and smirks.
“It’s always nice to know I do a good job.”
“Jackass,” I smirk.
He leans over and grips my face. “Fraid’ so.”
I giggle as he bites my ear and then I sink into him. Things couldn’t feel more perfect for us right now. Little did we know that was all about to change.
~*~*~*~
Slade and I are curled up on the couch with Payton and Dean the night before the big race. We’re all so nervous for Slade and I, so we’re trying to find a way to calm the thoughts running through our heads. I know Payton is hoping I’ll win, and Dean is going for Slade, but it’s my own thoughts that bother me. What if I beat Slade? Will it cause a problem in our relationship? What if he beats me? Will I be angry?
I’m happy with Slade and I want nothing to get in the way of that but I also know that winning is something we both want and one of us has to lose. I snuggle closer to him, part of me wondering if this will be the last time I snuggle with him like this. I shake the thought from my head and focus on the movie playing in front of us. Meet the fockers, funny, witty and very entertaining. Slade chuckles and it rumbles through me. I smile and hug him close.
A loud banging on the door causes me to jump. Payton looks over at me from her position on Deans lap, and I shrug. Slade groans. “Who is that?”
He gently moves me and stands, walking over to the door. When he opens it, all I see is him stumbling backwards like he’s tripped over. I stand up, completely dazed. What? Then I see Michael and my blood goes cold.
“You little fuckin’ bastard, I knew it was true, I knew it!”
“Dad,” Slade growls, hesitantly stepping forward.
Michael raises his hand again but notices the rest of us staring at him. He lowers it and glares at me.
“How could you fuck the competition Slade, how could you?”
“It’s not what you think,” Slade whispers.
“Get out here, get out here now. You’re coming with me, you’re not staying here.”
“Dad no, I live here.”
“You lying son of a bitch,” Michael roars, shoving Slade.
“That’s enough!” Dean yells, storming over.
One look from Michael has him stopping in his tracks. Even I’m not game to walk over there.
“Get in the car Slade, NOW!”
“No,” Slade whispers.
“What did you say to me?”
“I said no, I won’t get in the fucking car. I won’t because I’m done with this. I’m racing for me tomorrow and when I win, I’m branching out on my own.”
Michael’s face turns to pure rage and he begins trembling. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get in the car, now.”
Something in Michael’s expression has Slade sighing and stepping forward.
“Slade, don’t,” I whisper.
He turns back to me