Blake turned to us, running her eyes over me with confusion. “For real?”
“She’s a good racer, she just usually prefers me giving her a ride here,” Riley answered, tugging me towards my car. “Get ready to lose, Mrs. Lavaro.”
Ander growled, calling her a cunt, but Blake flipped her off with a laugh. “I’ll meet you guys at the finish line!”
Landon and Jett finished their race, and I was surprised when Landon won. No offense to Landon, but Jett was a frequent racer and usually took on Maddox and Beckett.
Ander and Logan’s race was called, and we watched as Logan kept up the entire time, only losing by a second. If he’d driven the car more, he probably would’ve won. I was pretty sure Ander was full of shit too. The Roadrunner had more power under the hood than a standard engine.
“I won’t go easy on you,” Blake teased as she parked her car beside mine on the track once the guys had moved, and I gave her a wink.
“I’d be mad if you did.”
Riley was practically bouncing in the passenger seat, not used to not being the one behind the wheel. It was making me nervous, but excitement was washing through me at the same time.
Blake was a good racer, and I knew I probably had no hope against her, but I was glad she wasn’t acting like she was more skilled than me. Some people that raced turned their nose up at others, and I hated that.
“We’ll get the security footage later so you can watch it.” Riley beamed, her window down and the cool breeze making her hair twirl around her face. She had her hood off, and I couldn’t help but admire her. She had a natural beauty to her that I’d always been jealous of, and I was so lucky to be able to wake up next to her most mornings.
Dad agreed to let her start staying over at my place, as long as he didn’t hear anything he shouldn’t.
Riley heard that as a challenge to keep me quiet, much to my horror, and I wasn’t looking forward to her testing it out in case it failed and my parents heard me.
The lights flashed green, and I slammed the car into gear, lifting my foot off the clutch and pressing my other foot down hard on the gas, the tires squealing as I took off like a bullet. Riley whooped from beside me, the sound like music to my ears as it mixed with the engine roaring. Blake was right beside us, her Pontiac keeping enough distance from my Supra to make me relax.
I didn’t want to risk an accident, or Dad would definitely ban me from the track.
My heart hammered as I shifted through the gears until we were flying along the straight, and Riley shouted advice the whole way like I knew she would. I didn’t mind, she was a better racer than me, and I’d never say no to free tips.
I wasn’t as skilled on the corners as Blake, so it was no surprise when she overtook me and surged ahead, laughter leaving me as we gave chase.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d raced, but I wouldn’t leave it this long again. I’d forgotten how much fun it could be.
Riley was screaming at me to go faster, our laughter filling the car as we barreled across the finish line just behind Blake, my cheeks hurting from smiling so much.
We idled beside Blake’s car, and she gave me a wide grin. “Not bad. I shouldn’t have expected anything less from Donovan’s girl though.”
“We should do that again another time,” I blurted out in my excitement, her face softening.
“I’d like that. Meet you back with the others?”
“Sounds good.” I nodded and watched her drive across the field before I slowly made my way after her, Riley watching me silently with a stupid smile on her face. “What?”
“You’re so fucking hot. Ugh, I almost can’t take it.”
“You can take it like a good girl,” I cooed, trying to avoid my face from heating but failing.
“I think you should keep driving and find somewhere dark and quiet so I can fuck you on the hood and break her in the right way,” she groaned, her hand resting on my thigh. “And definitely keep saying naughty stuff. It’s extra hot coming from you.”
“As much as it’s tempting, we can’t bail on Ander, remember? He might get killed by your sister,” I joked, making her shrug.
“Hey, I said I’dtryto keep him safe. I can’t promise anything though. Accidents happen.”
“Stop thinking with your pussy.”
“How about you come and put yours on my face?” she threw back, sliding her hand higher. I almost stalled the car as my foot slipped off the gas, making her grin. “The moment I get you alone, I’m going to lay you out and make you forget your own name, baby.”
She was going to be the death of me.