Wild Bastard

4

First, we tear around the track.

Then, I take her onto the highway, pushing the speed, intent on taking her far away.

Her delighted squeal makes me grin.

And the heat of her body, pressed so firmly against my back, makes me reckless.

Makes me want to take my eyes off the road.

Makes me want to stop—pull her into my lap, crash my mouth against hers, and make her squeal again.

But this time?

From the way I'm grinding her soft thighs against me.

I don't usually want any particular girl.

Most of the time, I just want sex. Doesn't really matter who gives it to me, as long as she knows how to work her mouth and isn't a dead fish in bed.

Looks help. Obviously.

And Rie?

She checks every box.

And the fact that none of the guys have managed to get in her pants yet?

Yeah. That just makes her target number one.

About two kilometers from the track, I pull off the road.

Marina lifts her arms out to her sides, tilts her head back, and stares up at the sky.

"God, that was such a rush!" she breathes, eyes on the stars. "It feels like I was flying."

I pull off my helmet, smirking as I prepare for the inevitable reaction.

She still thinks she's here with that idiot Liam.

"Glad I could make it worth your while, Rie."

She drops her gaze. And in the next instant, a storm brews in those sharp green eyes.

"You?"

"Surpriiiise."

I grin, enjoying the moment as her gaze roves over my face, full of disbelief.

"Where's Liam?"

"No idea. But does it really matter? I'm here. And with me, it'll be more fun."

Marina's arms snap across her chest—cutting off my view.

A damn shame.

That top is meant for guys to stare at.

And I am staring.

I lick my lips openly, not bothering to hide my appreciation.

"Turn around. We're going back."

She lifts her chin, looking me straight in the eye, trying to command me.

Oh, wow.

She's got a mouth on her.

This just got way more interesting.

I set the bike on its stand and rise to my full height, finally facing her properly.

She tracks my every move like she's expecting an ambush.

Like she's ready to fight me off if she has to.

I light a cigarette.

The flame flickers between us, illuminating her face for a fraction of a second.

And in that brief moment, I catch the look in her eyes.

I wonder what she's thinking?

Judging by that glare—nothing flattering.