Page 22 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

“We had street racing. Zero to a buck twenty in less than a quarter-mile, winning all the time, I’d say I still have it." She winks at him, walks away and heads towards me smiling. I raise my brow at her and she shakes her head. Mr. Harvey is still standing there speechless.

Izzy turns her head and looks over her shoulder. “Good luck tonight, Mr. Harvey!"

“Yeah, you too Izabella,” Harvey grunts out. He’s at a loss for words when he turns and walks away.

Izzy is next to me now at her driver’s side door, tension rolling off her body. She shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and releases it. I rub her shoulders, trying to help her relax. She rolls her head around as I kneed them, feeling the tension drain from her body. I drop a kiss on her neck.

“Good luck B. I love you,” I whisper in her ear. She turns and plants a kiss on my lips.

“I love you too, X." She straps on her helmet and climbs in her car. “See you on the other side.” She turns the key and the motor comes to life under her hands. There’s excitement in her eyes.

She straps her safety harness across her chest and revs the engine.

The 454 Chevy big-block rumbles in response and she shifts it in gear.

I follow her as she drives off to line up.

When it’s Izzy’s turn to take the track, she drives off, shifting gears smoothly.

When she comes into turn four, the flagger drops the green flag, the light at turn one turns green and she guns it.

She shoots off like a rocket, shifting and braking lightly when she reaches turn one.

I watch as she turns the wheel hard to the left, gasses her car, and drifts around turn one and two with grace, her wheels whining under protest, and dirt flying up from the back of her sleek race car.

The crowd goes wild, seeing her out there again.

Excitement makes my heart race as she flies by me on the straightaway between turns two and three, shifting smoothly.

Izzy comes into turn three and four and drifts around them gracefully.

The flagger drops the white flag, indicating it’s the last lap.

She flies by the other driver and takes the inside of turns one and two.

She guns the car, making the motor whine, the RPM’s rise and shifts again. As she pulls out of turn two, she shifts again bringing the car into top speed before reaching the third corner.

My adrenaline is flowing watching her out in her element.

The flagger drops the checkered flag as she pulls out of turn four and crosses the finish line.

She takes a slowdown lap around the track.

The crowd is roaring their applause as she pulls into the winner’s circle at the center of the track.

It’s the fastest time this track has ever seen.

I want to run out to greet her, but it’s just a quick stop before she’s back in my arms. My heart pounding in my chest as pride fills my body.

She finished the two laps in under thirty seconds.

I stand there with lust flowing through my body, just as Izzy parks her car and gets out.

She removes her helmet with shaky hands, her adrenaline soaring through her veins and the crowd goes crazy with whistles and cheers when they see who it is.

She's grinning ear to ear and points to the decal I put on her car today. Under her number on the driver side door, I had written on it, Tu Semper In Corde Meo.

The Latin phrase of my tattoo across my chest. Next to it, I had her father’s name and number written on it. The photographer hands Izzy a checkered flag and takes her picture.

I watch as she gets back into her car and drives off the track over to the trailer. She gives me a wink when she passes me. I follow her, grinning ear to ear.

I know her adrenaline is running, and she might not be able to keep her hands off me.

It happens all the time. The thrill of the race pumping through your veins, tempers flare and sometimes it’s either fight or fuck to take the edge off.

I know which direction I want to go in, as I reach her climbing out of her car.

There’s a smile on her face and a look of lust in her eyes.

I reach her and pull her body against mine.

Her breathing is erratic, her chest is heaving, and I can feel her heart pumping madly against my chest. Izzy’s eyes are wild as she stares into mine.

Before anyone can stop us, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist.

Nolan, Christian, and Mia are next to her car and we ignore them all.

Both Nolan and Mia know what’s going on and they don’t say a word.

Christian just looks confused and lost until Mia whispers in his ear.

Christian’s eyebrows shoot up as he turns to Mia, speechless.

She nods her head at me, giving me a wink.

“We’ll stay here,”Mia smirks.

I carry Izzy off at a fast pace as her lips assault my neck, her legs squeezing my waist. I find a quiet spot in the woods far away from anyone.

I slide her down my body, seductively nipping her neck.

I hate to do this here, but with the wild, lust-filled look in her eyes, there is no way she will wait the whole night.

This will be rough, loud, and fast. She has my shirt off and my jeans undone before I even realize what she’s doing. I unzip her racing jumper, pulling down on the arms of it, and trapping her hands at her sides.

She lets out a whimper as I kiss her hard, our teeth scraping against each other.

Our mouths fused together. I have her jumper still trapping her hands to her sides.

She rubs her body against mine, the noises she is making in the back of her throat, and the assault she resumes on my neck with her teeth, snaps my control and I yank her racing suit off.

I yank her tank top up over her head and her jeans down along with her panties and boots. I take in her naked body and bring my lips to her breasts, squeezing, sucking, and biting. Marking her as mine.

Undoing my jeans the rest of the way and pushing them down my legs along with my boxers, Izzy straddles me, making me shudder.

My eyes roll in my head as her heat wraps around me.

We’re chest to chest, breath to breath, as moans of pleasure leave her throat.

My lips find hers and I kiss her hard. We slow our frenzy motions as I catch my breath.

I lay on my back on the grass and Izzy follows, laying on my chest. After a few minutes, our breathing returns to normal. She lifts her head and smiles at me, taking my breath away.

“Holy shit, X. I had no idea racing would do that to me,” she breathes heavily.

“I didn’t either. I had a feeling when you winked at me, we wouldn’t be at the car for very long. Plus, you’ve been teasing me since you got here didn’t help,” I answer, still trying to catch my breath.

Izzy looks at me, her eyes shining with love. “What time do you have to qualify and how much time will we have between your qualifying and my feature."

I let out a groan, this woman is going to kill me.

“I have to be on the track in a half-hour and you will be in line right after I’m done qualifying to race in your feature.

I’ll be back to watch you from our spot as soon as I park my car.

The four cylinders aren’t racing tonight since they raced last weekend. "

I kiss her and sit up with her legs still wrapped around my waist. “We need to get going before I don’t make it to my race,” I mumble against Izzy’s lips.

When she stands up, the heat from her body leaves mine, making me shudder. We put our clothes back on and hurry back to our trailer. I reach it just in time to throw my blue racing jumper and helmet on. Nolan approaches me before I get into my car.

“You good?" He asks.

“Yeah, just stay close to her and don’t let her out of your sight,” I answer.

“You got it, bro."

Izzy approaches me and runs her hands down my jumper making my dick stand to attention again. “See you on the other side,” she gives me a quick kiss and walks over to stand next to Nolan.

He motions his head at me and I climb into my race car.

I fire it up and feel the rumble under my hands, and my body comes to life as I drop it into gear.

The eight hundred plus horsepower under the hood barks in response, as I gas it onto the track.

I take turns three and four gracefully as the flagger drops the green flag and the light on turn one turns green.

I gun my machine when I reach the straightaway between turns four and one, downshifting smoothly as I drift around turns one and two. The tires squeal under protest as I straighten the wheel out of the turn.

I spot Izzy standing in our spot and give her a little wave as I drive past. I bring my car to top speed, shifting gracefully as I reach turns three and four.

I shoot past the other driver on the straight away, adrenaline thrumming through my veins.

I drift around turns one and two again in record time and reach turns three and four.

The flagger drops the white flag, indicating the last lap. As I drift around turns one and two again, my heart is beating fast as I kick up dust behind my tires. I reach turns three and four as the flagger drops the checkered flag and waves it at me.

I slow down and turn into the winner’s circle in the middle of the track. The crowd is cheering as I get out of my car, pose for a picture, and drive off. Just as I reach the exit to head into the pits from the straightaway, I spot Izzy driving into the track in the pole position.