Paxton's Promise (Gloves Off #3)(36)

Paxton smirked and bumped me in the shoulder.

“You?” John asked, eyes wide. “I guess that shouldn’t really surprise me. Give me a couple of weeks and I’ll see what I can do. Surely, I’ll find you some people to race against.”

“That would be great,” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Good, but right now, it’s time to get this race started. Let’s go, son.”

Paxton kissed me quickly and jumped in his car before pulling off to the start line where the other racers lined up.

“He’s up against some good racers tonight,” John informed me. “One of them happens to be a NASCAR driver.”

“Are you serious? Is that why there are so many people here?” The crowd had doubled from the other night. I never paid attention to NASCAR, so I had no clue who it was.

“Yep. His name is Derek Anderson. I’ve been trying to get him to come out for months.”

The engines revved, drawing my attention to the track. “Which car is he in?”

John pointed to the bright yellow sports car beside Pax. “He’s in that one. I took a look under the hood . . .” He whistled. “That car is one hell of a beast. I hope Paxton can take it.”

I had no doubt. The red light overhead slowly made its way down the line to the yellow, and once it flipped to the green, they were off. Tires squealed and smoke blew across the field, obscuring my view and bringing the smell of exhaust and burnt tires through the air. Once it all cleared, Paxton and Derek were neck and neck, battling it out.

One lap down and they were sticking together. “How many laps do they have to do tonight?”

“Since Derek’s out there, we upped this race to ten. It’s the most Paxton’s ever raced. I hope he can keep his wits about him.”

Judging by the way he drove, he looked perfectly all right. However, once they headed into the fourth lap, Derek got the lead and pulled in front about a car’s length ahead. Come on, baby.

I wished he could hear me cheering him on, but there was no way anyone could hear with the deafening sounds of the cars zipping by. The fifth and sixth lap came and went with Paxton trailing closely behind. The other drivers had all fallen back, and barring any accident or mistake, they were out of the race.

When they started in on the tenth lap, everything changed. Out of nowhere, Paxton picked up speed and gained some ground. Slowly but surely, he moved up inch by inch, until he was even with Derek again. The race was almost over, but he needed that push to drive him over the finish line first.

Folding my hands together, I closed my eyes and prayed. Please, let him win. As soon as I opened my eyes, his car lurched forward and he bounded past the finish line in first place. The crowd went crazy and so did I, jumping up and down, screaming. When Paxton pulled up into the pit, he raced out of his car and threw off his helmet before scooping me up into his arms.

“You were so f*cking hot out there,” I shouted excitedly. “You did great.”

“Are you my prize for the night?”

“Do you want me to be?” I challenged.

“You’re damn right, I do. And I can’t wait to unwrap my gift.” Setting me down, he smacked my ass and was met with April and Jackie, who threw their arms around him. I stood back with John while his fans rallied, congratulating him.

“That’s Derek,” John noted, pointing to the tall redhead approaching Paxton. He had a huge smile on his face. At least he wasn’t disgruntled about losing. Paxton shook his hand and they talked for a minute before Derek retreated, giving Paxton his space.

The crowd began clearing out of the stands, with some coming down to the field, and others leaving the premises. Once the stands were empty, Paxton said goodbye to his fans and took my hand.

“Come on,” he ordered. Dragging me away from the crowd, he led me up the stairs to the announcer’s box. It was dark in the room, but when Paxton opened the door, I realized it was just tinted windows.

“Why isn’t there anyone in here?” I asked, sticking my head in. It was dark, but there was illumination from the switchboard lights.

“John only has announcers for the professional races. That’s usually on Saturday nights.”

“Ah, I see. You’re normally in the ring on those nights.”

Putting his hand on the small of my back, he gently pushed me inside. “I love fighting more than anything, so I’d never turn down a fight to come here.”

“What are we doing in here?” I turned around and Paxton was locking the door.

“I want my prize and I want it now. What do you think about that?”

Running my finger along the desk, I licked my lips and smiled. “Then come here.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Roughly, I reached for the waistband of his jeans and ripped them open, freeing him. I pushed him toward the desk and got down on my knees. The tip of his dick glistened and I flicked my tongue across his wetness. He jerked in response and I smiled.

Closing my lips around his length, I took him in as far as I could go and sucked hard. His fingers knotted in my hair and he held on as I tortured him with my tongue. Yanking his pants down to his calves, I brought one hand up to aid my mouth and used the other to lightly pull on his sac.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Ah, shit that feels good.”