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CHAPTER 42

Senna

Emotions rush me as Connor parks beside me. He’s driven around the track for the last ninety minutes. Dusk is coming, and the transporter will collect the cars in about half an hour and return them to their owners.

As I stare at his beaming face and flushed cheeks, my heart threatens to burst from my chest.

“Are you too scared to race me?” Connor asks as he leans his elbow out the window. Damn, those forearms are good. Maybe he’ll use them to pin my hands above my head later.

“Sure, I’m shaking in my trainers.” I bend over so my ass is in the air as I look in the car, pecking his lips. “Are you sure you want to race, though? You could fit in a couple more laps.”

“Coults, I need to know if you’re wearing knickers, which anyone behind you would be able to see or not see right now.”

I laugh, and he pulls me further into the car with his hand softly on the nape of my neck. He takes the kiss deeper, and I relax into it. I would give anything to battle against him like we used to before it all went wrong.

He eases his hold, and I lean back. “Okay, if you’re sure. Are you sticking with this car?”

“The Aston is the best one, so yeah. It decided for me. Which one are you going for? Or will I have to be a gentleman and let you have the Aston?”

“Hell no.” I stride to the Lamborghini, adding a wiggle to my bum that makes him groan. “This is the one I’m going to beat you in. Prepare for humiliation. I’ve missed whooping your sexy butt.”

Helmet on, I meet him at the start line.

Our time at the track is private, so with no one to start us, we struggle to communicate when we begin. As I’m about to go, Connor tears off the start line, his tyres squeaking as dust kicks up behind him.

“He’s forgotten how good I used to be,” I growl as I take off. Within a minute, I’m gaining on him. It’s been years since I raced like this. I come to this airfield several times a year alone to work out my frustrations or anxiety, so I know this track better than him. And I’ve driven this car before, too.

He cranks his engine and speeds up.

I take one of the curves, nearly spinning out. Is he laughing at me or panicking I’ll get hurt? I want his competitive spirit, not his protection.

He gets away from me, something he wouldn’t do if he were worried. This is the Connor I want, the guy who gives it all. To him, I’m not a pathetic creature who can’t race like a speed freak.

I grip the paddles. I’m climbing at over one hundred miles an hour. I lock it in high gear and gain the distance I lost.

We agreed to two laps, and as we pass the start line to signal we’re moving into the second, he’s still ahead and not letting me pass. While he’s not getting in my way to the point of danger, he’s pushing me, and the missile of the car I’m driving wants to burn rubber and destroy him.

Fighting for the win, which will be a win for both of us, is a turn-on I wasn’t expecting. When I’m usually here, I’m racing against myself. But competing against him and wanting to obliterate him fills me with the power and aggression that bleeds from my skin. This is like pure arousal mixed with adrenaline and the intensity of the high speeds that nearly killed us both in the past.

I didn’t realise how much I missed racing against him. I don’t know if I want to beat him or fuck him more, but either way, I’m screaming in delight. It’s the last stretch, and I briefly level with him before firing past.

I hope his eyes were wide as I sped past. I was too busy cheering and pumping my fist. I sail over the line and relish the victory and the speed that carries me to the other side of the track. He catches me, and I pull over, yanking my helmet off and ready to wave my victory in his face, but I don’t get the chance.

He walks towards me, the same fire in his stare that flamed my body during the win. He closes in on me, and suddenly, the joy of my win transforms into something sensual and power-driven. He lifts me and places me on my bonnet. I lie back as he surveys my long legs.

“Even though you beat me, you’re still my prize. Now show me what’s under this dress.” He pushes my legs apart and shoves the hem of my dress up to my hips. “Hmmm, you sexy brat.”

A warm breeze makes my skin chill at the naked wetness between my thighs. “You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you, baby?”

I drag my lips into my mouth as he grips my thighs, keeping my legs apart. His gaze burns my pussy. I can’t get any words out. It’s like I’m on show for him as I pull down the straps of my dress to reveal my hard nipples.

“Fuck. I want every part of you.” But the sun has set, and it’s nearly dark. The car transporter will be here in minutes. “And when I get home, I’ll own my little speed queen.”

“But what about my prize for winning?”

“You never told me what you got if you won.”

“Your cock inside me on the bonnet of the winning car.”

“Good girl.” He flicks open the buttons of his shorts. He puts a condom on in record time. Then he leans over me, biting my nipple and thrusting a finger inside me.

“We don’t have time before the car transporter,” I say between gasps.

“I’m making time. If I want to finger fuck you to orgasm, I will.”

I cry out as his fingers curl, and he hits my G-spot. He licks and sucks at my nipples. I’m moaning as he pants, and as I’m about to panic that there won’t be enough time, he pulls out his fingers, sinks his hands into my hips, and penetrates me with his cock in one swift movement.

“Fucking soaking, baby. Racing does it for you, eh?” His eyebrow cocks. He grits his teeth.

“You do it for me, Connor. Beating you in a car that’s going fast enough to pour adrenaline through my limbs does it for me.”

He penetrates me repeatedly, sinking his cock into me, dragging me to the edge of the bonnet before pushing his dick so deep that he grips me harder. My breasts are bouncing. My back bangs against the bonnet of a car that costs more than his summer home, and my lips are painfully sore because I’m biting them, but he doesn’t stop.

His stare eats me up. My hair is all over the place from the passion-filled fuck, and then he puts my ankles over his shoulders and goes deeper. I can barely breathe. The noises of our sex are so loud I can’t believe the guard on the barrier hasn’t heard.

“You’re so sexy like this, baby. You’re a speed queen, a boss, and all mine. No one else touches you but me. You don’t fantasise about anyone but me and my hard cock. Is that right, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimper. The scent of burnt rubber is like an aphrodisiac, and I’m on the edge of coming.

“Are you going to let me watch you play with yourself on the way home?” I pant, and my chest heaves. “Senna, are you?”

That growl, the depth of his cock, and the pure need on his face all do it for me, and I scream my climax and agree to everything he wants as I come. With one last push, he climaxes, his rippling forearms holding on tight as my orgasm obliterates me. His kisses cover my neck and between my breasts as my breathing slows. The lights of the car transporter fill the runway as driver guides it through the barrier, thankfully not shining on us.

We jump up and readjust ourselves. I check the bonnet, but the darkness hides any imperfections.

“I hope we haven’t damaged it,” I say through panting breaths.

“Totally worth it. You were incredible,” he whispers in my ear before his lips brush the nape of my neck. “I’m going to remember you like that forever.”