Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Just like last time, he races around the track like a boss. I look around him to see where Damien is and find him trying to creep up on the side of Nate, but Nate hits the corner and drifts around it while Damien backs off.
The fear seeps out of me and I realize that if I don’t focus on the track ahead of us, but watch the race as more of a spectator, then I don’t feel like throwing up. “Hold on,” Nate says with a smirk, showing me just how much he enjoys this.
I flick my head around to see another corner creeping up which Nate flies around, sending me falling to the side and reaching for something to grasp on to. It’s a good thing I have my seatbelt on, otherwise, I probably would have gone tumbling around. “Fuck,” I grunt, as I catch myself.
“I told you to hold on,” he says as he hits the gas and shifts up into top gear to speed down the final straight of the track.
I roll my eyes and he looks across at me with a proud, smug grin. We haven’t even crossed the finish line but he knows he’s already won it. “I’m pretty damn good, huh?”
“Eh,” I say with a shrug. “You’re not bad. My R8 could have beat you though.”
“Ha,” he laughs as he crosses the finish line and brings the car to a stop. “Do you want to make a bet?”
“You know, I would,” I grin. “But I think I’m busy that day.”
“Uh huh,” he laughs as the car comes to a complete stop and all the people around the track start running down to congratulate him.
“What is this?” I laugh. “People treat you as though you’re some sort of celebrity around here.”
Again, he looks across at me with that proud, smug smirk. “Because I am,” he says, making me groan. He looks back at the crowd of people and cringes. “Ugh.”
“What?” I ask, trying to look around the crowd for whatever has him cringing.
He nods his head straight forward and I look that way. “It’s Ashley,” he groans. “She won’t leave me alone. I swear, she’s sent me over one hundred text messages over the past week.”
“You’re kidding?” I laugh.
“I wish I was.”
An idea strikes and I grin at Nate. “You really want to get rid of her?”
“More than you could possibly know.”
With that, I unbuckle my seatbelt and he watches me with a curious gaze. “You asked for it,” I tell him before climbing across the center console and coming to a stop on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck as I straddle him and he grins back at me as his hands slide down to my ass.
I seal my lips to his and he responds instantly, making my body burn with need. His hands roam over my back, ass, and thighs while mine fist into his dark hair, holding him closer.
It’s hot and quick, and when we pull away from each other, we’re both gasping for air. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me.
“So, you keep telling me.”
“Do you believe it yet?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch him. “Getting there,” I tell him.
I know that answer isn’t good enough for him, but it will have to do. He tilts his head to look around me and grins when he sees Ashley. I turn and watch the show as she stomps her foot and screams out before turning and huffing away. “You know,” he tells me. “This is going to make people talk.”
“Let them,” I say with a shrug. “How’s it any different from when they talk about it being a different girl? Which is all the time by the way.”
“This one means something,” he murmurs while pulling me in closer on his lap. I can’t help but melt into him and press my lips to his again. “Half the stuff isn’t true anyway.”
“Really?” I say against his lips. “So, you didn’t screw Jessica McMillian in the biology lab?”
He cringes.
“Or Laney in the back of this very car before doing her doggy style over the top of the hood?”
He cringes again.
“Or, Sa-”
He cuts me off by crushing his lips to mine again. “Ok, maybe most of it is true, but I didn’t screw Mrs. Phillips in the teachers' lounge.” Oh, thank god. “It was in the biology lab.”
“Are you kidding, right now?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “She’s too old for my liking.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
He grins back at me. “Come on,” he says before pushing me back. “Screw saying hi to all these people. I want to get this party over and done with so I can take you home.”
“That’s fine by me,” I tell him as I get myself comfortable in his passenger’s side chair. “But you better make it good otherwise I’ll have to do it myself.”