Braden
The smell of the racetrack turns me on.
The fast cars driving by cause excitement to stir in the air.
Maybe I shouldn’t be out here because the Feds are on to me, but I can’t stay away.
Besides, what am I going to do? Burrow away in a hole somewhere and hide? That’s just not my style, I’m afraid.
My car is ready, equipped with all the new technology. I’m going to win as usual. Only this time, Jenna knows my plans. Doubtless, she was impressed by the plans.
She’s as into this stuff as I am, and I know when I planted those blueprints for her to find that ultimately she would come to see my genius.
Why do I care to impress Jenna when she has obviously turned her back on me and on what could’ve been a great relationship?
I’m in the car checking all the gears. Everything has to go great because I’ll be moving at supersonic speed.
There’s always a risk in racing that something could go wrong, and that adds to the excitement. My technology especially brings things up to a new level, so I have to make sure everything’s in order or the crash could be ugly.
That’s why the Feds are onto us, I guess. Not only do they want the technology but it’s also fucking dangerous out here.
I look up, and that’s when I see her coming down the street with her crew. She’s wearing all leather, and her body looks tight. Her long hair is flowing, untamed as usual.
Damn, I long for her feisty spirit and for this to have worked out a shade differently. But as it is, I’ll work with what I have.
She sees me and flashes me that million-dollar grin.
I want her so bad. I want to take her right here over the hood of my car. I want to drag her into an alley and fuck her brains out and punish her for even thinking of turning to the Feds instead of to me.
I grit my teeth and try to control the burning desire to have her.
As much as I hate to do it, I know I can’t trust her, and I have to control myself around her. I have to be careful and to not let my heart get involved.
One thing I do know about Jenna is that I need to figure out her game plan. I need to be sure of everything she’s up to, only then can I gain the upper hand.
So for now, I’ll play nice.
She walks up to me and my crew disperses. She looks so hot in that skin-tight outfit. She’s always been the hottest one at our races, and today’s no different.
“Hey, babe,” she says. “Nice ride.”
I get out of the car to greet her. I kiss her cheek.
“Thank you. You look gorgeous as ever.”
She does a little spin and says, “Do you like my all-black outfit?”
“Yes, it matches your hair. And your dark personality,” I say, probing her.
She can’t betray me like she did and not expect to receive some taunting. I will make her pay for this one way or another.
“Dark? What’s so dark about me?” she deflects.
I grab her by the waist and pull her close to me. Her body feels so right enveloped by my own. I want her badly.
I kiss her passionately. It’s like a Judas kiss, one laced with betrayal and ill intentions.
She doesn’t know that I’m on to her. Or does she?
“So how do you think you’re gonna do today?” I say into her hair that smells of coconut.
“Well, I’ve implemented some things. We just might win,” she says.
My heart sinks because I know she’s lying. How can she stand there, staring at me straight in the face, and just lie?
All my perceptions about Jenna were wrong. Here I thought she was this honest person. And now I feel disappointed and jaded by her almost.
I say almost because the sight of her always brings me home. She’s gorgeous and amazing, and I want to bed her all the time. I don’t care if it’s an alleyway or my own room—I want to strip Jenna down and make her apologize and make her beg for it.
It’s just the way I feel with her.
She’s looking over my car with renewed interest. Now that she knows what’s going on with me, now that’s she stolen my plans and ideas, she probably has some questions.
“What the acceleration on this now, Braden?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason. I just thought maybe it would be like last time.”
“Maybe it will.”
She circles my car, looking for all the new upgrades. My afterburner mechanism isn’t obvious, but to the trained eye like hers, she might be able to figure it out.
I let her look. She can look all she wants. I even show her the interior, and I see her eyeing my little button that gives me the propulsion to win.
It makes me think of her little button and how I’d like nothing more than to bend her over the seat of this car and to fuck her brains out, all while hearing her scream my name.
These thoughts will never go away. I stroke her ass as she’s bent over, looking inside.
“Braden! God, right in front of everybody?”
There are a few spectators here now. Only the most exclusive, the most invited members of the upper echelons of society are here.
Once again, the exclusivity gets me off. But for as underground as we run this operation to be, the Feds, the try cops are still on to us. I’ve been evading them for years, and now, thanks to Jenna, I may be out of luck.
I need to know what she’s doing with them, and I plan to find out.
“Well,” she says, “I better get back to my crew. I just wanted to say hi.”
Yeah, and see what I have going on over here. Sneaky little bitch. She doesn’t deserve me, and yet I so deserve at least one more taste of her.
“Come out with me tonight?” I ask.
“Only if you win,” she teases.
Her eyes narrow because she knows now that I will win. She knows all my secrets and how I stay ahead.
“I always win,” I say.
I’m so tempted to bring her to a quiet place, pull that leather off her body, and spank her for defying me.
Who does she think I am? Does she really think she can pull one over on me and that I’m not aware of every move she makes?
I won’t dishonor her by doing that now, but my cock twitches at the thought.
Besides, I have my own research to do on Jenna. I need to find out what she’s up to, and I need to know what she plans on bringing in to the authorities.
“I’ll see you later then,” she says.
The heat between us is still as on as ever. It’s as if none of this drama is going on. We’re still drawn to each other like moths to a flame.
I want her, and she wants me. There’s no way around it, and I doubt it will ever change.
If I can desire her through this—through the water of ultimate deception—then I can desire her through anything.
I watch her saunter off to her crew, who are watching us.
She does look good walking away.
I’m so torn to pieces by this woman. On the one hand, I want her so badly that I can hardly think of anything else. But on the other, I feel so mislead by her.
Is she faking the attraction? Is she really that good of a liar?
The thought misleading me gets me fired up to win. Two can play at Jenna’s game. But what she doesn’t know is that I’m always one step ahead of her.
One of my crew members approaches me. “Hey, Braden, what were you doing talking to Jenna? You should keep your distance, for real.”
I clench my jaw at the thought of what he’s said. I won’t have anybody telling me what to do. I’m sick of all this drama and intrigue.
I’m fucking pissed now, and I’m going to take it all out on the racetrack.
I get into the car without saying a word to the guy. I’m gonna win this race and watch all the haters as I cross the finish line first.
This league used to be based on certain principles which I feel are fast fading.
As I rev the engine though and get ready to begin, I know that what’s really eating away at me is knowing that I care for Jenna more than she cares for me. It’s not okay and not a position I’m used to being in.
I’ll show her. I’ll show them all that I come out on top no matter what.