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After I open the car door, I nod my head to the side. “Besides, I promised that you could drive.”

Her entire body radiates in shock. “You’re going to let me drive your car?”

I dangle the keys in the air. “Yep.”

“But it’s a race.”

“It’s a tribute race. The stakes are low, and for some reason, I don’t really care about winning tonight.”

She raises a brow. “You don’t?”

“Unless it’s with you, in my bedroom, then no. Just drive straight and try not to crash into anything.”

“You’re serious?”

I can’t help but laugh at how cute she looks when she’s in shock. “Yes, and I’m two seconds away from changing my mind. So, are you in, or are you out?”

A slow, mischievous smile builds on her face, and she jumps in the air, running toward me and taking the keys from my hand.

“You know how to drive stick, right?” I ask as she excitedly hops into the driver’s seat.

“Jalynn!” Beckett yells from the crowd. “Jalynn, don’t get in that car!”

Her eyes pass between Beckett and me for all of two seconds until she slams her door.

“Good girl gone bad all of a sudden, and big brother can’t handle it?” I taunt as I hop into the passenger seat.

“Buckle up. This is gonna be a wild ride,” she states while reaching for her helmet.

“You love the thrill just as much as I do. Fuck, Pyle, this relationship might be better than I even imagined.”

Even though I’m not driving, I still say my prayer to my mom as I rub the angel before reaching for the stereo to pump “James Dean” by The Wrecks, and I blast the volume.

Gregg meets us at the starting line. Jalynn inches up, and Gregg tells her when to stop.

I give my girl directions. “Now, you have the clutch in, right?”

She listens intently and nods, her eyes glued to the road ahead.

When I glance down at her hand on the gearshift, I can’t help but imagine that hand wrapped around my cock in the same way. She moves it to the right and then the left, slowly playing around with the feeling of it beneath her.

She looks so fucking hot right now behind the wheel of my car; I can hardly contain myself.

I try to calm my excitement before I continue, “Okay, so when he—”

“I got it. I know what to do.” She doesn’t even flinch or move a muscle. Her focus is laser sharp, and her eyes turn to slits as she waits for Gregg to nod our way for approval.

Her engine is revving, and when she pushes on the gas, getting the car ready to take off, my hand briefly goes to hers, needing to feel the rush she’s experiencing.

When Gregg raises the flashlight, shining it brightly, signaling the start, I shout, “Now!”

The car cascades down the runway, a straight shot at a hundred twenty miles an hour. Everything around us is vibrating with power and shaking with adrenaline. She mishandles a small dip in the lane that makes the car slightly veer off course, and my breath hitch, but she regains control and pulls it back into the lane, pushing the gears to full force. Our backs are plastered to the leather, and the car feels like it’s flying in the air.

She crosses the finish line and starts screaming with excitement. It’s a totally girlie, high-pitched squeal, and it’s fucking adorable. I know she has no idea if she won or lost. Her focus was only forward, unaware of the competitor, and I couldn’t be prouder.

Jalynn’s been in the race enough times now to know that there’s no time to commiserate or celebrate, just keep driving and hightail it out of here.

Her chest is heaving. There’s a glistening on her skin, and it’s pink from the blood racing through her veins. She’s buzzing right now, just as she was that first night I had her in my car. The adrenaline causes every nerve ending to vibrate to the brink of being out of control. Except, this time, it’s magnified times a thousand because she’s behind the wheel. She’s experiencing euphoria like never before.