Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My sights are already on the next car—a Jetta that’s built like a rocket ship. I don’t know the guy, but I’ve seen under the car’s hood, and with all of the shit he’s got crammed in there, it’s amazing he hasn’t wrapped himself around a tree.
As I get into position to pass him, my mind drifts back to that girl.
I can’t get over her. The image of her is burned into my brain. Her essence is flowing through my veins. I can almost smell her—the sweet scent of candy and flowers.
I close my eyes for a second to bask in the memory of her image. Wavy auburn hair with a white headband, full plump lips that looked so damn juicy, adorable round blushing cheeks that were the perfect shade of red, a sexy summer dress with white flowers on it. The way it hugged her wide hips and flared out at her legs… Fucking hell, I’ll never forget it.
My chest gets all tight and achy as I remember how sexy her full round tits looked in that dress. She’s dressed all conservative like she’s heading to a church function or volunteering at a charity, but I know what she’s hiding underneath… She’s got a ripe supple body that’s going to be mine to explore.
The engine screeches in pain as I push it harder than I ever have, cutting around the Jetta. I pass him easily. Some people just don’t know when to quit. He tries to overtake me again, but he spins out and flies off the road in a cloud of dust.
He’s still spinning as I turn the corner of the abandoned factory and spot the guy in the lead. He’s driving a tricked-out blue Camaro that’s fast as fuck, but it doesn’t matter. He could be driving a cruise missile and he still wouldn’t stand a chance.
I’m not racing for first place anymore. I’m racing to get back to my girl.
To get back to her.
I’m all shaky and on edge without her. It’s killing me that guys are all around that sweet vulnerable girl, probably talking to her, touching her, hitting on her…
A possessive growl rumbles out of my throat and I hit the gas.
I’m gaining on the Camaro as I white knuckle the steering wheel. My jaw is clenched. My heart is hammering in my chest so hard that I can feel it in every inch of my body.
Blue Camaro takes the turn a little sloppy and I take my shot. I turn abruptly and slice through the extremely narrow space between him and the wall of the factory.
It’s a move I wouldn’t normally take, a move that could have my car embedded into the brick wall, but I’m going crazy for her.
I’m feeling pulled and drawn to this girl and it’s making me insane.
I come out of the turn in first place and fly to the finish line with my engine roaring like a rabid beast. The crowd is up ahead, cheering when they see me. I’m scanning them, looking for one beautiful face.
With the three other cars behind me, I cross the finish line and whizz by the energetic crowd. It takes a few seconds until I can slow my car down enough to turn back.
The three others are slowing down around me, giving me dirty looks from their cars, but I don’t pay them any mind. I’m singly focused on getting back to her. It’s all I can think about.
The obsession is growing strong within me. I can feel it penetrating deep into my soul.
I’ll never be able to go on without that special girl by my—
“Shit!”
The place lights up with red and blue.
People scatter like cockroaches as a dozen or so cop cars make themselves known. They’re everywhere, creating chaos and confusion.
My heart races and I start to panic. I’m not worried about the cops—If I can outrun those three suped-up vehicles, I can outrun some lame police cars.
But I’m worried about her. That I might not see her. That she’s lost in the crowd and in danger.
My head is swiveling from side to side as I drive through the fleeing crowd. Where is she? Where the fuck is she?
Adrenaline rips through me as I circle back. I can’t find her anywhere. She’s gone. She’s fucking—
“There!”
I spot that beautiful red dress with the white flowers and I don’t take my eyes off it.
She’s standing in the crowd, looking panicked, yelling something… She’s probably looking for her friend.
Her friend better be a girl. I don’t know what I would do if she had a boyfriend. I don’t think I’d be able to handle that. I’d probably throw him in the trunk, drive him to a cliff, and throw him off for daring to touch what belongs to me.
A cop car pops up behind me with its sirens blaring and the lights flashing. Red and blue light up my dashboard. I always take my license plate off when I race, so I’m not worried about being identified. I’m only worried about getting my girl out of here.