Justin sprawled against his car, supporting himself on his elbow. Peering at the area around him as he took in a large puff of smoke; inhaling the cigarette. Females of all kinds—blondes, brunettes, redheads—were barely clothed as they laughed at the jokes those of his opponents stated, as though they were the funniest people in the world, but Justin knew best.
Chuckling to himself, Justin shook his head as his eyes soon caught glimpse of a brunette not too far from his view. Biting down against his bottom lip, his eyes savaged all they could, taking in her appearance—leather jacket, ripped jeans, biker boots—licking his lips together in desire.
"Yo, you ready for the race?" Ryan walked over to Justin as he held a finger up signaling for him to hold on a second. Laying his two fingers to the tip of his lips, Justin blew into them as a whistle rattled from the impact. "Hey, you!" He barked, as the brunette turned around, meeting his sinister gaze.
"Me?" She laid her finger to her chest, confusion written all over her face.
"Yeah, you. Come here," He nodded her towards his direction as he jumped; sitting on top of the red Ferrari he had laid against just before.
Shaking his head, Ryan backed away as a smirk grew upon his lips. Lying back against the car, he nodded towards the boys. "Got a cigar?"
Handing him one, Kellan lit one up himself as he lent Ryan his lighter.
Smirking to herself, she slowly made her way over to where Justin stood, her lips pursed and her oceanic glaziers boring into his. "You rang?" She slithered.
Chucking to himself, Justin's eyes hardened in sin. "What's your name baby girl?" His tongue swiped against his bottom lip, as his slightly crooked teeth bit down on it.
"Morgan." She replied back in the same tone, her head cocking to the side. "And yours?"
"The names Justin baby." His eyes wandered her body once more, envisioning her in his bed, licking his lips once more, Justin groaned lightly to himself. "What do you say you come home with me tonight?"
"That cocky huh?" She laughed, her waved tendrils moving along with her shaking head. "Listen here, baby." She mocked, walking to the spot between his legs as she laid her hands just beside his crotch on either side.
Biting down again his bottom lip, his eyes glazed in lust as Morgan continued. "I'm not like those little whores." She threw her head in the direction of the half-naked girls sprawled against a few riders. "You're gonna have to do better than that." She whispered in his ear in a taunting manner before pulling away.
Rolling his bottom lip into his mouth, Justin jumped down from the car. "I'll tell you what," He meshed his chest against hers. "If I win this race, you come home with me—"
"And if I win the race?" She cocked an eyebrow, her icy spheres piercing into his.
"You," He chuckled, "Race? Impossible. You're just a girl." He laughed as the rest of his crew laughed alongside with him.
"Your point?" She crossed her hands just above her chest; her lips conjured together in a twist.
"Alright baby girl, if you win this race," He chuckled, laying a hand to his chest. "I'm sorry, if you win this race—" He began again,
"Nothing." She smiled brightly, as Justin's eyes widened slightly.
"Nothing?" He exasperated, his eyes turned into sleets as his lips curled inwards. "You want nothing in return?"
"Exactly." She pressed her lips together in a smug smile. "Because in the end, your pride is crushed and I win the whole lot. So what do you say baby? We got a deal?" Morgan urged.
Justin nodded urgently, a smirk on his lips as he thought of all the things he could do to her in the long run. "Deal."
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The engines belonging to the cars roared. Each rearview light flashed and the post lamps shined. Each vehicle drove head first to the starting line, as they all began pressing on the gas petals as the gas flew from the pipes, and the car shook from the impact.
Amused eyes lay locked on each car, praying to god that the car they handled will win the race. Others watched in anticipation to the biggest event of the year.
Pressing his foot to the petal, Justin's gaze fell to his left, where he met Morgan. Feeling the presence of someone's eyes on her, she turned around; their eyes locking against one another's as Justin shook his head, mouthing the words 'you're gonna lose'.
Shaking her head as well, Morgan waved a finger at him, a smirk grown on her lips. Turning around to meet the road before her, the "traffic" light shined red as a brunette walked up to the front line; a starting flag in hand.
"Ready?" She called out in a teasing manner, flaunting her butt from side to side.
As the gas petals pressed down further, the girl smiled throwing the flag in the air as the light turned yellow—and then green as her flag was throw downwards, the cars zooming off into the distance.
Pulling the handle back, Morgan pressed her car faster, as it met side by side with Justin's. Waving at him; she pressed the handle upwards as her car flew moving in front of Justin's. Twisting beside another car, Justin pushed against her Lamborghini, as he rushed to get to front spot.
Pulling the handle to the side, her car flew backwards as Justin's wound up going forwards. Smirking to herself, she shook her head at how easily she had tricked him before grabbing the steering wheel and turning it to the right in one swift movement. Cutting off track, Morgan rushed down an empty grassland as tree barks scratched against her windows.
Pushing further, her eyes stayed focused on the road as the car exited the land and to the track once again, her car meeting in front of Justin's edging closer to the finish line. Widening his eyes in complete confusion as to what happened, and before you knew it Justin slightly gasped and Morgan crossed the finish line . . . in first place.
Removing her glasses as Morgan exited the car, she ran a hand through her hair before wiping it across her face; removing all spots of perspiration. A guy who worked for events like these, nodded towards her; signaling that he was going to take the car before slipping into it and driving off so he can park it in the rightful spot in the lot.
"You cheated!" Justin yelped as he exited his car as well, slamming the car door shut as another guy slipped in and drove off with it; anger retorted on his flesh.
Walking over to Justin, Morgan stood face to face with him, a seductive turn met to her lips as she leaned forward jabbing a finger to his chest. "Never underestimate a girl." She sneered in mock before brushing past him and disappearing behind the cast of people to retrieve the money she won; his face priceless to her memory.
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Jileyoverboards Author Notes:
Damnnnnnnnnnn, I smell drama ;) hahahah!
I've wanted to start a flirty, fun story on here for the longest time and I finally got around to it.
