Stella
I’mhavinganoutof body experience.
Micah Lee is on top of me, his very large erection pressing into my thigh as his tongue invades my mouth. We are nothing more than hands and kisses and I can’t think straight. I’ve been kissed before, but nothing like this. And something tells me that I will never find another kiss that makes me feel so—alive—like this ever again.
I moan, allowing my body to be mold into this overly expensive car beneath me. Nothing about this seems real. I’m in a house that costs more than all of the trailers in the trailer park, sitting on a car that I will never be able to afford, and being kissed by the son of a mafia king.
As much as I know this won’t last, I can’t help but want this to never end. There’s a nagging inside of me begging and pleading to find a way to keep this feeling. To keep Micah.
Suddenly, Micah’s phone buzzes in his pocket and we both still. Our eyes lock and I hate that the moment is over.
Smiling, I glance down to his pocket. “You should probably get that,” I say.
Micah growls and pushes off of me. He adjusts himself before retrieving his phone.
“Yeah,” he gruffly answers.
He nods as he listens to the person on the other line. I busy myself fixing my hair and adjusting my clothes back in place. My heart is still racing like a wild horse, but I try and act calm, cool, and collected.
After another minute, Micah ends the call and releases a heavy breath. The air around us has shifted once again and the lust that hung heavy, threatening to suffocate me, has lifted. Now, a strange vibe floats around us.
“That was Tank. He said we need to get to the race soon or you won’t have your spot,” he tells me.
Fuck.
I had almost forgotten about the race. Micah does that to me and it’s another reason why this isn’t good for me. It’s dangerous for me to be distracted. I can’t lose sight of my end goal; surviving.
“Ok, let’s go,” I say, smiling.
Micah surprises me when he takes my hand and walks us over to the door that would take us back inside the house. Instead, he pushes a button, and the garage door opens. I laugh at my own stupidity. I have only seen garages a handful of times in my life. I forgot that the doors opened. Just another thing separating us...
We hop in Micah’s car and drive back to my side of town. The bright lights of Savannah slowly fade away as we approach my home. Manicured lawns and mansions just don’t fit in with broken down buildings and crack whores walking the streets. A wave of embarrassment creeps over me, but I do my best to dissolve the emotion. This is my life. Micah understands that.
I grab my bike and Micah follows me to the warehouse district where the race is being held. Part of me fears for his vehicle, as car thieves are known to hang around these races, too.
“Are you not going to race?” I ask, as I realize we didn’t even get his bike.
Shaking his head, Micah keeps his eyes glued to the road. “Nah, this race is for you, baby girl.”
I keep my face blank, but inside, I am a giddy, excited girl that wants to smile brightly.
“I thought you liked racing? Remember, that’s how we met,” I joke.
In honesty, I’m trying to stop myself from wanting to jump him right here in this vehicle. Micah’s too sexy for his own good and just one look from him can ignite me into a raging inferno of need.
“I do like racing, but you need this,” he bites.
A sharp ache zaps me and I internally cringe. It’s that feeling of pity I loathe and never want from anyone—especially from Micah.
“Don’t do me any favors,” I quip.
My fists dig into my legs as I fight the urge to cry. Micah and I shared one of the most life-altering kisses of my life, and now I am brought back to the cruel reality that I’m just this broken girl and he is a God among Gods.
A laugh escapes him, and I don’t know whether to be surprised or pissed. “Stella, why do you always have to be so damn frustrating? I want you to race for you. I want to see you kick all of those guys assess and to win that money like a boss,” he says.
My head shoots to face him and I get lost for a second as the lights from outside bounce all around him. In the darkness of the car, Micah’s hand finds mine and all of the anger that had just consumed me, seems to evaporate. How can one man cause so many emotions to flood me all at once?
As far as I can tell, he’s being genuine, so I do something that doesn’t come easy for me. I keep my mouth shut and just enjoy the moment.