Page 30 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

THIRTY

FIRST RACE

LAYLA

Today is my first race.

Colt has been training me for weeks now, and I’ve gotten the hang of it enough that I'm finally willing to put myself out there. They have set up a basic quarter-mile track, with me in Colt’s car against another girl in her boyfriend’s Mustang.

We’re both rookies, so we were paired together, and our men are coming with us.

In true nerd fashion, I love how organized these street races are, even if they are illegal. Cars and drivers’ skills are matched as evenly as possible, and rookie drivers only race other rookies. They don’t take bets on novice drivers, so our race tonight is more for fun and practice.

Colt is confident I’m going to win. Not going to lie, I want to throw up from the pressure. I am Colton Hawthorne’s girlfriend. I should know how to drive this fucking thing. And if I don’t? The scrutiny may be unbearable.

Idling in neutral at the start line, my fingers nervously tap the wheel. I inhale deeply trying to calm my nerves, but it’s not doing much good. I’m not only worried I’ll lose, but that I’ll lose control of the car and kill them all. That’s why Colt’s here.

“It’s okay, babe, just breathe. You got this. Look at her, she’s nervous as fuck. Chad is a shitty driver too, so she’s learning from a chump,” he says, analyzing their body language from the passenger’s seat.

“See, they’re arguing,” he continues, chuckling. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely winning, and once you do, your confidence will skyrocket. That will make you an even better driver.”

He looks back over at me, his lusty eyes wandering over my body. “Fuck, you look so sexy sitting there.”

I glance down at myself and think yeah, he’s probably right. I’m dressed a little provocatively, my boobs busting out the top of this shirt. Seeing me dressed like this behind the wheel of his sports car is probably a total turn on for a guy like him.

Our attention is drawn out the windshield when Lacey, the usual flag girl, comes out.

We rev our engines, my foot just lightly waiting on the clutch and my hand on the stick shift.

She lifts the flags above as I prepare myself to take off, and my heart beats out of my chest. As soon as the flags drop, the tires spin, doing a small burnout, and we take off.

I get up to speed quickly, completely leaving the other car in the dust.

"Punch it, baby! Wooo! Fuck yeah! I love this shit!" Colt laughs and cheers, holding onto the holy shit bar and enjoying every moment.

I grin at his enthusiasm as I cross the finish line. It was a quick little race, and the competition was nothing. I'm pretty sure she stalled on the line, but still…I won!

“Way to go, babe! You won!” Colt looks over at me with so much pride, and now I’m the one laughing with excitement and accomplishment. He’s right, it’s a rush, and I feel way more confident now.

I slow the car to a stop, and people cheer and clap for me, heightening the adrenaline rush. I can’t contain my beaming smile as we get out of the car and mingle before the next race starts. For the first time in my life, I’m feeling comradery with other people.

Colt waves at Axel, indicating we’re leaving, and signals to me to get back into the driver’s seat.

The moment the doors close, the air between us thickens. Colt’s eyes burn into me, and I turn my head to meet his gaze. I swallow hard as I take him in, my heart racing from how he’s looking at me.

“Where to, babe?” I ask, my voice sounding low and sexy, even to my own ears.

“Home. Now drive the fucking car.” His deep voice is commanding, and my thighs cinch together in response.

The entire drive back is filled with sexual tension, Colt’s eyes glued to me the whole time.

Every second that passes makes me pulsate with need, and it takes everything I have to stay in my lane.

His intensity is unmatched when he’s pursuing me.

He becomes so primal. Me winning the race and driving his car is only fueling his desire tonight.

As we near The Shores, he takes off his seat belt and leans onto the center console, his hand gripping my thigh and slowly traveling towards my center. I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road as his hand creeps up and gently rubs me through my leggings, but I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

My eyes dart back and forth between Colt and the road as he licks his lips, a lusty smirk on his face. He knows the effect that has on me.

His gaze continues to burn my skin as he brings his hand up my stomach, along my breastbone, and gently caresses the swell of my breast. His fingers feather across my exposed flesh, my nipples becoming impossibly hard.

Sliding one finger down, he grazes my nipple over my shirt, rubbing back and forth.

Teasing me, turning me right the fuck on.

“Mmm…you’re my bad girl, aren’t you? Driving and racing my car like you fucking own it,” he says lowly, sending a jolt of excitement straight to my core. My eyes are on the road, but I can see the arousal on his face in my peripheral vision.

His hand makes his way back down and undoes my seat belt. My pelvis shifts slightly, allowing his hands to slip into my leggings and cup my eager pussy. The heel of his hand rubs against my sensitive nub, and my foot nearly slips off the clutch.

We moan simultaneously.

My lips part, and my breathing increases. He leans in, licks my ear, and drags out my lobe with his teeth, a shiver running down my spine as his breath fans my neck. Thank god I see his house because I can’t take this anymore.

I pull into the garage and hastily get out, locking the car behind me as Colt presses the button to the garage door. I’m already halfway up the stairs by the time he enters, not far behind me. As I near the bedroom, I remove my top and bra, hearing the jingle of his belt buckle coming undone.

He gets in the door and slams it, and we continue to strip. These clothes need to be off and burned. I only need to feel his naked skin against mine.

We stare at each other for a moment, the glow of the Christmas lights highlighting his gorgeous tattooed body as he breathes heavily, his cock hardening with every passing second he watches me.

The air crackles between us, and in the next instant, we’re crashing into one another, grasping, pulling, and scratching. Desperate to be as close as possible.

I step back and position myself on the bed on my hands and knees, Colton is stroking his cock as he watches me.

“Good girl,” he growls and moves to the edge of the bed. He looks down at me with so much power and control I begin to tremble.

The tip of his thick dick separates my lips, pushing all the way in until he hits the back of my throat, groaning as he begins to fuck my mouth.

My eyes fill with tears that roll down my cheeks as he hits my gag reflex over and over, threading my hair into his hand as he holds me still.

"Fuck, baby. You are so good at taking my cock. You were made for me." My eyes meet his, dark, intense and full of arousal.

He removes himself from my mouth and walks around the bed, and I feel the mattress shift from behind.

He rubs his tip along my soaking wet slit all the way up to my ass, feeling every inch of me.

Both hands spread my ass cheeks open and closed, gripping them tightly. My core is just aching for him again.

“Fuck me until you make me scream, Colt,” I whimper, needing him to exert his dominance on me since I aim to please.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, making me arch my back and push further into him, my eager pussy dripping with arousal.

“You’re my good girl gone bad, aren’t you? Always down to fuck, always begging for this cock,” he says along my neck, his stubble pricking my skin as his gravelly voice vibrates through me.

“Yes, please, I need you,” I rasp. A low rumble emerges from his chest, and he lines up and slams right into me, giving me the scream I asked for. I feel almost relieved that he’s finally inside me.

“Mm, yes, scream baby. My bad girl, ” he says hoarsely as he continues to control my body. He lets go of my hair and slaps my ass a couple of times making me buck and squeeze around him.

“Oooh, yes," I moan with a whine.

“Fuck baby.” He pulls out and helps to reposition me on my back. He takes my legs, pushing them closed at the knees, and twists my lower body to the side, keeping my thighs tightly pressed together.

He pushes back into me, a feral rumble in his throat as I’m as tight as I could possibly be around him. He holds my upper hip as he pumps into me, pushing my knees closer and closer towards my chest.

He leans forward, pressing his face to mine, and fucks me deep and slow as he’s draped over me. His cock drags along my G-spot, sending shockwaves rushing through my body. My walls contract around him so tightly it makes his remaining thrusts almost painful, but it’s so fucking good.

Colt pushes up and follows right behind me, letting out a deep, strangled groan. So overwhelmed with pleasure, he catches himself onto his fists on the mattress on either side of me.

"Jesus fuck, Lay, you are a goddess. You are so fucking sexy. I can't get enough of you,” he says through choppy breaths, laying down beside me.

"The feeling is mutual,” I pant. “I just love this side you’re bringing out in me. I love exploring love and sex with you.” He lets out a possessive growl and reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me into him to devour my mouth again.

It’s so wonderful and terrifying at the same time to lose yourself this much in a person, but I love who I am becoming every day that I am with him.