Page 50 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

FIFTY

CAR CHASE

LAYLA

We’re stopped, eyes intently watching the mirrors, waiting for the officer to approach the car. This car has 640 horsepower, so I will have no trouble getting away from this guy. The risks are in maneuvering it through traffic at high speeds during a police chase and not killing us.

Holy fuck. Adrenaline courses through my veins, the blood rush in my ears nearly deafening as my breaths become rapid.

My hands shake on the steering wheel, and my entire body buzzes with fear and anticipation.

If I fuck this up, we’re both dead or going to jail, and everything we worked so hard for is done.

“Wait until he’s right in your blind spot, then peel out and get on the freeway.

The cops can’t exceed 90 miles per hour in a car pursuit.

We’ll have to weave in and out of traffic to get ahead of him fast and get out of his jurisdiction.

And because of our speed, the helicopter will most definitely be called on.

So we gotta lose them quickly before the copter can even locate us,” Colton says calmly as we watch the cop get out of the car and approach us in the side mirror.

He looks over at me. The cop is at our back bumper.

“You got this, Lay.” He puts his hand on mine on the gear stick as the cop reaches the back passenger window. The second he hits my blind spot, we put it into gear and take the fuck off, throwing dirt and rocks at the officer who’s now running back to his car.

We're off like a flash and merge right onto the highway, weaving in and out of cars until we finally see his lights in the distance behind us. Colt watches out the back of the car, giving me tips as we drive.

“Punch it, baby. We gotta get as far ahead as possible to cross jurisdictions and then get off the highway and navigate out of the city to the country.” I do as I’m told, and the car accelerates to 110 miles per hour…

120…125…I feel like a fucking race car driver as the lights get more and more distant behind us.

It’s like I’m playing a video game the way I’m navigating through traffic, flying by everyone.

When we can no longer see the cherries behind us, it’s time to get out of the city and hide out. Once we reach a spot with few cars around us, I slow right down and drive the speed limit.

“Get off the highway here and go left,” Colt advises. We’re halfway back to The Shores, but we head North and out of the city. He gives me a series of turns, right, left, right, left, as we drive down these back country roads.

After driving about fifty miles into the countryside, Colt directs me to a small lane overgrown with trees and shrubs that line either side, making for a very secluded spot.

You wouldn’t even know there was a lane here if he didn’t point it out.

We drive down the bumpy path for about two minutes when the headlights highlight a small building that looks like a hunting cabin.

No one will see our car here. It is the perfect hiding spot.

“I texted Williams, told him what happened. This is a safe house. We’re going to wait here until they can stop hearing about it on the scanner.

Then he will send someone with new plates and vehicle ID stickers.

Until then, we’re to lay low.” I put the car in park, take off my seat belt, and let out a deep breath.

I lean my head back on the headrest and start to giggle uncontrollably. A small smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“What?” His smile gets larger as he watches me full-out belly laugh. Clearly, it’s becoming contagious because he starts to laugh too.

“I can't believe I just did that," I chuckle. "You know when you just get such a good high, you can’t help but laugh? That was just so scary, yet such a rush. Holy fuck, did you see me? Weaving in and out of cars?” I motion my arms like they are still on the wheel, pretending to drive through my laughter.

“Now you know why I haven’t stopped. It’s an addictive feeling.” He pushes his black locks out of his face.

“It really is. I’m so glad you were there with me for that. We are going to need to find a legal way to experience that kind of thrill again in our lifetime.” I shut off the car, and the only light between us is the glow of the moonlight. Colton turns on his phone and puts it on the dashboard.

“Should we go inside?” I ask. His eyes darken as they drink me in from head to toe. Colton licks his lips and gives me his I want to fuck you eyes. I know what’s about to happen, and I am certainly game with this high I’m experiencing.

“Not yet,” he rasps, turning in his seat and grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me towards him.

He presses his mouth against mine, kissing me sweetly, and when my lips part, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth, the predator within him comes alive.

He growls and grabs hold of my jaw, forcefully dominating the kiss.

The intensity of him gives me full-body chills, and my eyes roll back into my head.

His other hand reaches up and gropes my breast through the fabric of my dress, finding my nipple and pinching it gently. I am putty in his hands, my panties soaking already from the way he handles and kisses me. I arch my back, pushing my breasts into him, and he moans into my mouth.

“Get in the back seat,” he demands between kisses, his voice hoarse and dripping with arousal. I do as I’m told, crawling over the center console. He smacks my ass as I fall into the back seat, and I take off my thong as I sit there waiting for him to join me.

Instantly, we come back together, our mouths and bodies slamming together, nothing to keep us apart.

Colt pulls down the top of my dress and lowers his face to my chest, peppering me with kisses, sucking, licking, and nibbling my flesh.

He pulls off my bra and sucks on my tit as my fingers rake through his hair, tugging on it.

My nipples are so hard, as his hands work their way down, lifting my dress over my hips. The piece of clothing bunches around my midsection, leaving me half naked in the back of the Lamborghini Urus I just stole. I almost laugh, thinking of how the old me would never believe this was my life now.

I pull down his pants to his ankles because that’s all we need. We both know who’s going to be doing the work here. He sits back on the seat and strokes himself while I position myself over him.

His hands move to my hips as I straddle him, and he helps me start gliding against him.

We both moan as his hardening cock pushes and pulls through my wet folds, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me every time the head passes over my clit.

He pulls me to him for one of his tantalizing tongue play kisses.

My tongue darts down his throat, unable to kiss deep enough. On the final stroke of his cock, his tip finds my eager hole and slides right in, making me cry out.

“Fuck,” Colt groans as he enters me and begins pumping upward into me.

My tits bounce in his face every time he slams upwards, his cock hitting me impossibly deeper with each thrust. He grabs my ass and squeezes, grinding me into him as his thrusts slow. I swivel my hips with him deep inside, the friction of his body on my clit is amazing.

I begin rolling my hips against him, feeling every inch of him. But it’s not enough. I need to bounce on this dick and feel him impale me.

“Yes, Layla. You’re so good at riding me, I fucking love it.” He slaps my ass, making my hips buck, and my head hits the roof repeatedly, the car rocking with our motions.

After the next bounce, I slide off him, and his eyebrows furrow with confusion. I turn around and grab his dick and sit back onto him, facing away. I use the front seats as leverage to help pull myself up and down on him, the position hitting my G-spot perfectly.

“Holy fuck!” I wail.

A low growl emerges from Colt’s chest. He pulls me so my back is lying on his chest, my feet balanced on his knees, and begins thrusting upward into me again.

“You…are so…fucking hot…” Colt mumbles into my neck, his hands holding onto my hips tightly. “The way you raced us out of there...mmm, my bad. Fucking. Girl,” he grunts out as he thrusts up hard.

“Oh my god, I’m not going to last long like this with you talking like that,” I rasp and then moan. Colt’s dirty talk just heightens everything.

“Me neither, baby, this position is amazing. Holy fuck,” he groans in my ear. His noises are driving me wild.

His hands wrap around my front and start to roam my body, grabbing my tits and my pussy as he continues to thrust his powerful hips upwards, penetrating his thick, long cock into me from behind.

“Ah, fuck. I love your perfect cunt. I fit you perfectly.” He bites my neck, and I cry out as he pummels my pussy, making me tighten around him.

“Oohh, yes, Colt. Just like that.” My moan practically whines. This feels so fucking good.

His fingers continue rubbing my clit while the other hand pinches and twists my nipple. His cock relentless on my pussy, he grunts out with every thrust upwards. My body is overloaded with the pleasurable sensations he’s inflicting on me, on the verge of orgasmic collapse, and he knows it.

“Oooh yes, Lay. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you grip me.” He groans as his finger circles my clit faster.

“I-I-I’m coming,” I moan out long and loud as my orgasm slams into me like a tsunami. My entire body contracts as he holds me against his chest by my pussy and breast, quaking in his arms as euphoric waves crash through me.

Colt moans behind me as my entire body shakes under his hold. His thrusts get sloppy, and he lets out a roar.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he pumps up one last time. His grip on me tightens, his body tensing up as he releases his juices deep inside of me.

“Ah! Goddamnit, Lay. S-so fucking good,” he says, his voice cracking.

We sit in the back of this cramped car as we come down, my back on his chest, his hands caressing my body as we catch our breaths from yet another mind-blowing orgasm together.

“I’ve always wanted to do that after a job. Fuck, I used to jerk off picturing this exact moment with you, but I didn’t imagine it to be as fantastic as that,” he rasps in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Bucket list. Check fucking mark.” He chuckles, then kisses my shoulder.

I can’t help but laugh out loud as I slide off him, grabbing my panties and shuffling to put them on as he does the same.

“What now?” I ask, still catching my breath as I open the door to get out, leaning against the car to steady myself while I wait for him. He gets out of the car himself and finishes pulling up and fastening his pants, bending down to give me the sweetest kiss.

“We wait in the cabin until we’re told what to do.” I nod, and we walk inside hand in hand and wait for the call.