away and sat back on the mattress. She turned and straddled him, sinking down onto him with a lusty moan.
“You greedy woman,” he teased.
She gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head and ground her hips. Arching back, she thrust her tits in his face and moaned when he sucked and nipped on her taut nipples. “Come with me.”
He raised her higher to pull down hard, guiding her hips with his hands. She cried out, slamming down hard. While she shuddered with a delightful orgasm, he growled between her breasts and then came inside her.
They trembled in unison as Ty kissed her shoulder. “Eileen?”
She pulled back with a lazy, satisfied smile. “Yeah?”
He stared at her like a man who found the mother lode. “You’re mine now.”
Those words meant more to her than he could ever understand.
After a long, languid kiss, she whispered, “And you’re mine.”
***
Ty clutched the steering wheel. Knowing this was the big day, his heart pounded. And to have his first race in America be the World Bandit Cup was something that would’ve made his father proud.
Bobby had found himself a deal with a bigger race team, and according to Jonnie, his attitude hadn’t changed. He sauntered to his car like he owned that track. Ty couldn’t wait to show him otherwise. Being the new guy, he had to start at the back of the race with Bobby in the lead. But he didn’t care. He’d be bumping Bobby’s ass-end soon enough.
The push cars took position behind the Sprint cars, and when the green flag whipped through the air, the crowd jumped up and cheered. Once Ty’s engine turned, he started the motor and shot off with a vengeance.
“Now, listen to me, son. Drive like the wind and keep your eyes on Bobby. If you get ahead of him he’s gonna bump ya,” Jonnie said through the earpiece.
“No problem. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He wasted no time weaving around the other cars, proving this was what he had been born to do. Ten laps in, he was right on Bobby’s ass. Ty grinned, edging his car forward and side-to-side—egging him on.
When Bobby accelerated, Ty sped up and touched his rear bumper, sending the arrogant asshole fishtailing around the corner. They continued the dance through most of the race, feinting right and going left and accelerating then slowing down. But Bobby couldn’t shake him.
With six laps to go, Ty made his move. On the inside of the next lap, he pretended to go high, but when Bobby tried to cut him off, Ty swept low, speeding on the inside, his left wheels inches from the center field grass.
He gave everything the car had, leaving Bobby in the dust. Just when he passed the checkered flag and neared the next corner, the bastard rammed into his backend and drove him hard. He gripped the wheel, turning right to go left, tires spinning out of control—trying to break away from Bobby’s front end. The car raced toward the railing. Just when he thought he was about to crash, another car T-boned Bobby, sending his car into a roll across the dirt.
Dust kicked up everywhere, blinding the drivers.
By the time Ty sped back into the race, Bobby’s car had landed upside down on the upper track. Smoke billowed from the engine compartment. Bobby pulled himself out just as fire licked around the hood and cabin. Ty offered a wave and sped away.
In the end, he didn’t win the race, but that was okay. Starting last in line and coming in third in his first race in two years was pretty damn good. His father would have been proud.
What mattered most was that he had Eileen. She was the best prize of all.
After the podium photos and more snapshots beside the car, he got a chance to join his team. All the guys patted him on the back.
Jonnie Lavoie grinned ear to ear. “You did good, son. I’m right proud o’ you.”
To hear the legendary racer say that brought tears to Ty’s eyes.
Once Jonnie let him go, Eileen flew into his arms. “You did great! Third is almost unheard of from
“You greedy woman,” he teased.
She gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head and ground her hips. Arching back, she thrust her tits in his face and moaned when he sucked and nipped on her taut nipples. “Come with me.”
He raised her higher to pull down hard, guiding her hips with his hands. She cried out, slamming down hard. While she shuddered with a delightful orgasm, he growled between her breasts and then came inside her.
They trembled in unison as Ty kissed her shoulder. “Eileen?”
She pulled back with a lazy, satisfied smile. “Yeah?”
He stared at her like a man who found the mother lode. “You’re mine now.”
Those words meant more to her than he could ever understand.
After a long, languid kiss, she whispered, “And you’re mine.”
***
Ty clutched the steering wheel. Knowing this was the big day, his heart pounded. And to have his first race in America be the World Bandit Cup was something that would’ve made his father proud.
Bobby had found himself a deal with a bigger race team, and according to Jonnie, his attitude hadn’t changed. He sauntered to his car like he owned that track. Ty couldn’t wait to show him otherwise. Being the new guy, he had to start at the back of the race with Bobby in the lead. But he didn’t care. He’d be bumping Bobby’s ass-end soon enough.
The push cars took position behind the Sprint cars, and when the green flag whipped through the air, the crowd jumped up and cheered. Once Ty’s engine turned, he started the motor and shot off with a vengeance.
“Now, listen to me, son. Drive like the wind and keep your eyes on Bobby. If you get ahead of him he’s gonna bump ya,” Jonnie said through the earpiece.
“No problem. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He wasted no time weaving around the other cars, proving this was what he had been born to do. Ten laps in, he was right on Bobby’s ass. Ty grinned, edging his car forward and side-to-side—egging him on.
When Bobby accelerated, Ty sped up and touched his rear bumper, sending the arrogant asshole fishtailing around the corner. They continued the dance through most of the race, feinting right and going left and accelerating then slowing down. But Bobby couldn’t shake him.
With six laps to go, Ty made his move. On the inside of the next lap, he pretended to go high, but when Bobby tried to cut him off, Ty swept low, speeding on the inside, his left wheels inches from the center field grass.
He gave everything the car had, leaving Bobby in the dust. Just when he passed the checkered flag and neared the next corner, the bastard rammed into his backend and drove him hard. He gripped the wheel, turning right to go left, tires spinning out of control—trying to break away from Bobby’s front end. The car raced toward the railing. Just when he thought he was about to crash, another car T-boned Bobby, sending his car into a roll across the dirt.
Dust kicked up everywhere, blinding the drivers.
By the time Ty sped back into the race, Bobby’s car had landed upside down on the upper track. Smoke billowed from the engine compartment. Bobby pulled himself out just as fire licked around the hood and cabin. Ty offered a wave and sped away.
In the end, he didn’t win the race, but that was okay. Starting last in line and coming in third in his first race in two years was pretty damn good. His father would have been proud.
What mattered most was that he had Eileen. She was the best prize of all.
After the podium photos and more snapshots beside the car, he got a chance to join his team. All the guys patted him on the back.
Jonnie Lavoie grinned ear to ear. “You did good, son. I’m right proud o’ you.”
To hear the legendary racer say that brought tears to Ty’s eyes.
Once Jonnie let him go, Eileen flew into his arms. “You did great! Third is almost unheard of from
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