Page 8 of Getting Off
They headed out the front doors of the clubhouse and into a cold desert night.
Lucas paused and tipped his head back to stare at the clear night sky.
The desert was always so much cooler at night.
As soon as the sun left and the heat leached from the ground into the atmosphere, the temperature started to drop in the dry air.
It was always like this. A clear blanket of velvet black studded with a million diamond-like stars stretched overhead.
The beauty of this star-filled view was unsurpassed by anything else Lucas had ever seen in his life.
The yard lights at the club were bright, but they were swallowed up by the sheer darkness of the empty land around the buildings. Lucas followed Brooklyn and Dylan to the edge of the gravel parking area where a large, square-shaped vehicle sat by itself.
“This is Bubba,” Dylan said fondly as he opened the driver’s door and stepped up. The vehicle was so tall that he nearly had to fold himself in half to lean in and start the motor. Then he turned to Lucas. “Can you handle a stick?”
“Like a pro,” Lucas said, keeping his tone offhand even though his blood was rushing in his veins. “What is this? A Bronco?”
“Yeah. Seventy-eight.” Dylan nodded enthusiastically as he took hold of Brooklyn’s hand and led her around to the passenger door.
“I rebuilt it a few years ago. Put a four-sixty under the hood and some good swamper tires on it. Upgraded the steering, suspension, and brakes too. It’s a beast and ugly as sin, but damn is it fun! ”
Brooklyn gave a little huff of effort as she heaved herself into the passenger seat.
As Lucas climbed behind the driver’s wheel, he realized there was a bench seat in the front of the vehicle.
A full roll cage inside provided protection from rollover, and a huge bar was attached to the dashboard for passengers to hold tight.
“It’s a good thing you’ve got that dancer’s flexibility,” Dylan told Brooklyn as he climbed into the passenger seat and effectively nudged her into the middle. “You’re going to have to keep your legs out of his way when he shifts.”
Dylan handed out the helmets, and they all began to strap into the cab of the monstrous, rumbling vehicle.
It was all Lucas could do not to laugh with excitement as he gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel.
This was the same feeling he had when he was driving the Veyron and a straight stretch of highway opened in front of him.
It was hard not to stomp the pedal down and see if he could break two-hundred miles per hour.
Right now, he was ready and eager to go. He wanted to prove something to Dylan.
And he wanted to rattle the mysterious Doctor Brooklyn Foster as much as she’d rattled him when she’d so casually stripped off that sexy black dress.
He grinned and revved the engine. The night was waiting for him.
Dylan was having the time of his life right now. Hell, he’d crashed that stuffy party on a whim, hoping to see Doctor Beautiful again, and look how things had turned out. He was in his baby with Brooklyn pressed up against him and Lucas at the wheel, looking as eager to be off as a drag racer.
Raw excitement buzzed in the air. To him, this was living. Not uptight parties where the food sucked but cost an arm and a leg and the music could put you to sleep.
The moment the three of them had shared in the locker room wasn’t far from Dylan’s mind either. Lucas Fox was sexy in a commanding, dignified way that made Dylan want to either conquer him or kneel down and suck his cock. He wasn’t quite sure which one he’d choose.
And Brooklyn Foster? Damn. She’d had him hard and straight as a rear axle with her unexpected little strip show.
The whole time she’d been acting innocent too, as if she didn’t know or care what affect she was having on both of them.
She might’ve been begging for their attention right then, but hell, he wasn’t going to complain. She’d surprised him, and he loved it.
Speaking of which, at the moment, Dr. Brooklyn was so filled with apprehension and excitement that she didn’t seem to know what to do with herself. But he had a few ideas, didn’t he?
“Now,” Dylan told Lucas. “Just ease the clutch out. It’s a real simple setup.
Nothing complicated. The hubs are already locked, but you’ll need to use the four-wheel-drive out in the desert runs.
We haven’t had rain lately, so there won’t be mud.
But we’re going to do some rock crawling, and it’ll be easier if you use the four-wheel drive. ”
“Got it.” Lucas put the clutch in and skillfully eased the truck into gear. Lucas didn’t seem to be a guy who backed down from a challenge. Maybe he was one of those rich dudes who actually earned their fortune instead of inheriting it.
His skill with a clutch was a relief for Dylan. Then again, this was a guy who raced around in a Bugatti and probably had a hundred other cars to choose from at his mansion or palace or whatever. He was bound to have a manual transmission in that collection somewhere.
Lucas eased Bubba out of the parking area toward the track entrance. Dylan pointed out the lights. Lucas reached for the switch to flip on the KC lights on the bar across the roof. The same switch flipped on the panel of lights attached to the steel grille in front of the headlights too.
“Oh, my word!” Brooklyn gasped as the brilliance flooded the desert in front of them. “I bet you can see this thing from space!”
Dylan grinned. “We’re glowing like an angel. You having fun yet, beautiful? Or do we have to go faster?”
“Not too fast!” she said, but she was laughing too. Not a stiff laugh, either. A real one. The sheer difference in the sound was enough to make Dylan even more determined to get what he wanted.
He always chased after what he wanted. Whether it was a truck or a racing title or a certain track record. Life was too short not to go after what really mattered and give it one hundred percent effort.
And in Dylan’s world right now, he wanted nothing more than to have both Lucas Fox and Brooklyn Foster sharing his bed. Hell, it was a crazy fantasy. He knew it. But damn if it didn’t seem like the hottest possibility he’d ever dreamed up.
He wanted both of them. At the same time. The three of them sharing the sort of intense passion that much of the mundane world never was lucky enough to experience. It was going to be hot and heavy, and he would enjoy every second of it.
And if he had his way, so would they.