Page 21 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

I growl low in my throat and Izzy elbows me in the ribs. “Behave, X,” she whispers. I grunt again, wondering where in the hell this caveman side is coming from. It’s like when other guys are around, all I can do is grunt, growl, and scowl at them all.

Officer Iverson cocks an eyebrow at me. “Evenin’ Y'all,” he greets us. He’s standing in front of us now and it’s hard to see where his eyes are looking with his sunglasses on. I hold her tighter and let out another grunt in response. Izzy elbows me again, letting out a small giggle.

“Hey, Officer Iverson. This is Nolan and Mia,” Izzy says introducing them. He shakes Nolan’s hand. “We met last weekend.”

Officer Iverson finally meets Mia’s eyes. He sucks in a deep breath, looking her over. She has on a pair of black tight shorts, a pink tank top, and a pair of black sandals. Her petite frame, multi-colored hair, and brown eyes make her very eccentric and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind.

Mia extends her hand, each of her fingernails painted the same color as her hair, “Nice to meet you, Officer Iverson." Her voice is flirty, her eyes light up with interest.

“Please, call me Christian.” He shakes Mia’s hand.

Izzy is trying hard to hide her laugh as Mia pours on the charm. This poor guy has no idea what he just went up against.

“Christian,” Mia purrs as she sidles up next to him. “You want to hang out with us tonight? I’d feel a whole lot safer knowing you are watching out for me." She runs her hands over his tight black t-shirt, I watch as a shudder runs through his body.

He swallows hard, staring into Mia’s eyes. “Sure.” He squeaks and clears his throat. “I’d love to,” he says again, deeper than before. Izzy is trying not to laugh, but she can’t contain it. Nolan is grumbling under his breath.

“What was that, Nolan?" Izzy asks, teasing him.

“Fucking pussy,” Nolan grumbles, crossing his arms. I burst out laughing and Izzy does too.

Nolan has always had relationship issues and I believe it’s because he grew up with an abusive father and a drunk mother.

He didn’t have a great childhood and was on the path to destruction when we met and hung out as teenagers.

There are things in his past I still don’t know about and when he is ready, he’ll tell me.

It doesn’t affect our friendship and he is the most loyal person I know.

Austin and my dad showed him what a dad is really like and he found a love for racing. He’s a smartass and he needs a girl who can handle his smartass ways and give it back to him just as good.

Mia and Christian haven’t even heard a word we’re saying because they’re still talking to each other. Her body language is giving off the signal she is interested, his hand rested on her hip.

“Hmm,” Izzy says.

“What?" I ask. She turns towards me, pressing her body against mine.

“I think Officer Iverson just met his match,” she says. There is a sparkle in her eye.

“Don’t go meddling Izz,” I warn.

She gives off a mock gasp. “I would never!"

“Yes, you would. When it comes to Mia, you would do anything for her."

I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her lips. “I love you for it B,” I whisper against her lips.

She shivers and lets out a little moan, sending heat straight to my dick. “I love you too Xavier."

“Fuckers. If you’re done ogling each other, we have a couple of races to get on with. The track officials are on their way over.” Nolan says, popping the little bubble we’re in.

Izzy lets out a giggle. “Nol, you need to get laid or something, maybe that will help your mood.”

Nolan lets out a groan of frustration. “Believe me, I’ve been trying.

None of these women want a no-string attached good fucking.

They see you two and now think I will settle down.

No fucking way am I being pussied." He shakes his head glaring at me, “Pussy I tell ya. I’m fucking screwed.

" He lets out another groan. Izzy laughs so hard at his outburst that she has tears in her eyes.

The track officials make their way over to us. A woman with black hair and brown eyes approaches us, Nolan gives her his best panty-melting smile.

“Hello there beautiful, wanna talk later?" he asks her, wiggling his eyebrows.

She rolls her eyes at Nolan and Izzy bursts out laughing. Her body shaking against mine, her laughter flowing through my ears making my dick painfully hard again.

I lean in and whisper in her ear. “You better stop that or we won’t be making the race.” She stops laughing, gazing into my eyes.

“When you put it that way,” she says breathlessly, “I might not let you race, but I still am."

The track official Nolan was trying to hit on clears her throat, interrupting our conversation.

“Where is the other car?" She asks.

I lead her into the trailer. “Right here. It’s staying in here until her heat, then after she races it’s going back in here, locked up tight. I’ll bring it out before her feature, but it’s staying under lock and key."

Her eyebrows go up at my statement, “That’s against the track rules, Mr. Sweeney."

My temper flares. “I don’t give a fuck. Her father was almost killed last weekend and I’m not taking any chances on someone fucking with her car. I’ve already cleared it with the owners and if you have a fucking problem with it, you can kiss my ass."

Christian clears his throat at my outburst. “Ma’am,” he says producing his badge.

“This car is staying in here. I’m the lead investigator on Austin Jones’s case.

The safest way for Miss Jones to race tonight is to do this.

Until the man who tried to kill her father is found, we at the M.P.P.D.

are taking her safety seriously. If there is a problem, come to me. "

The official shakes her head, appraising his body. “No Officer, there is no problem,” she purrs. I watch as Mia raises her eyebrow, waiting for the crazy to show. She licks her lips and gives Christian a flirty smile, batting her eyelashes. Nolan grunts behind me.

“Fucking women, I tell ya. Drop a badge and they want to drop their panties. Maybe I need to go into law enforcement,” Nolan grunts again. He turns to Christian, “Dude, got another one of those badges?"

Christian bursts out laughing. I’m starting to like this guy. “Nah, man. But I can help you.” Mia raises her eyebrow at him. “Oh really?"

He turns to Mia and puts his arm around her shoulder and shrugs. “Babe, it’s obvious Nolan needs help. He’s got no game."

I laugh again and Nolan grumbles, “Pussy."

The track official clears her throat and glares at Christian’s arm around Mia. Izzy walks over to her as she leaves the trailer and I lock it back up.

“Everything good?" Izzy asks.

The track official nods her head, annoyance in her voice, “Yes. It’s all good." Her voice takes on a softer tone when she looks at Izzy. “Miss. Jones, I’m sorry to hear about your dad."

“Thank you."

The track official walks away to inspect the other cars, leaving us all still laughing at Nolan’s pouting face. Izzy turns a look of lust burning in her eyes.

“How much time do we have?" she asks, biting her bottom lip.

I pull my phone out of my pocket quickly and groan when I see the time. “Only twenty minutes until you have to be on the track.”

“Damn, that sucks. I could use an hour.” She winks at me.

I swallow hard. “Woman you’re driving me crazy." She wraps her arms around my neck, brushing her body against mine. I let out a little groan and she brings her lips inches from mine.

“I know, it was torture being away from you all day,” she says seductively. She closes the space between our lips and gives me a gentle kiss. Before I can deepen it, she pulls away.

“I need my racing jumper and helmet. Do you have it?" She asks. I groan and adjust myself. My dick feels like it will explode from straining against my jeans.

“Yeah, it’s in the side box,” I tell her. I toss Izzy my keys. “You go get them on and I’ll unload your car."

Christian speaks up. “I can help." I nod my head at him and drop the door again. She walks over to the side box with Mia. Nolan and Christian walk to the front of the car inside the trailer, Nolan makes sure the hood is latched and unstraps the tie downs.

I climb inside and they both push it out.

I steer Izzy’s car down the ramp, put it back in gear and climb out.

The sun beating down on the blue paint job makes it sparkle, catching the attention of the surrounding people.

Drivers stop what they are doing and stare at it.

Izzy has on her matching racing jumper. The suit accentuates her curves and her blonde hair is cascading down her back.

She has her blue flaming helmet under her right arm, and I swallow hard at how beautiful she is. I’m thanking God right now for bringing her back into my life.

Other drivers wander near us, checking out her car, and my body tenses with the attention. Nolan, Christian, and I keep our eyes alert for anyone coming too close. One driver, Tommy Harvey, who is a good friend of Austin’s, approaches Izzy.

“Izabella, what a great surprise,” he says and gives her a small hug. My body is coiling with tension and rage from him touching her.

Izzy returns the small hug. “Mr. Harvey. How are you?" She’s always polite to Austin’s friends and that makes me relax a little.

“I’m doing good, child. I see you’re racing. Are you sure you can handle this beast? It’s been a few years since you’ve been on the track.”

Anger flashes in her eyes, but she masks it before speaking.

“Yes, Mr. Harvey. Just because I have been away for a while, it doesn’t mean I forgot how to race.

" She lets a secretive smile out and leans in towards him.

“Besides, L.A. might not have had a lot of dirt tracks where I was at, but I’ll let you in on a little secret. "

He leans closer intrigued at what she is saying. “What’s that?” Harvey asks.