“Fuck me, where did you learn to drive like this?” I ask as she navigates the sleepy London streets like a fucking race car driver.
“Calvin and I used to race,” she confesses, changing the gear so fast I almost miss it.
The bike keeps up with us.
“What the fuck, asshole?” Stella screams at him, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
Glancing over, I find him right at the side of the car.
“Move over, you fucking cunt,” she barks.
“Do not scratch this car.”
She shoots me a ‘shut the fuck up’ look before taking a sharp left that almost has me crushed up against the door with the fucking speed.
“We’re going to spend the night in a cell, aren’t we?” Although I’m pretty sure no cops could even catch us right now if they tried.
“I need to get rid of this cunt before he kills us.”
I look over at him; he seems far less in control than my girl as he weaves about on the road.
“There’s no one behind us. Slam the brakes on and take a left.”
“You’re not fucking serious?”
“What, scared of losing?” I deadpan.
“Fuck you. We all know who won this shit.”
“Exactly, now end it before we all die.”
“Fine.”
Her foot slams on the brake as she pulls the handbrake doing a seriously impressive wheelspin, leaving the bike to continue flying down the main road as we start weaving through the backstreets that eventually lead us, unharmed, back to Theo’s.
“Holy shit, that was epic,” Stella says once we’ve come to a stop. Her chest is heaving and her eyes are sparkling with excitement.
“I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” I confess. “You are literally the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
“You think Theo’s parents can see us?”
“Nah, the house is dark. Why?” She moves faster than I thought possible and has my cock out of my sweats and in her mouth before I’ve had a chance to blink.
“Fuck, I love you.”