Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(13)

Paislie. Her soft lips . . . a voice like an angel . . . and she f*cking loves dogs. Lucky ass, Deuce, getting to lick her.

“Nope. I’m fine.”

Dalton slapped me on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Good. You know what you need?”

Lifting my brow, I asked, “What’s that?”

“A good lay. When was the last time you were with anyone?”

“Too long.”

Ashley popped into my head as I pulled my phone out and said, “I’m taking Deuce back to the bus.”

“All right. Try going for a quick run. You’ve got to burn some energy.”

With a wave of my hand, I started off toward my bus as I sent Ashley a text.

Me: How’s it going?

It didn’t take her long to reply.

Ashley: Good. You?

Me: Wondering if you’re missing me yet.

Ashley: Awe. That’s sweet. I am.

I wanted more than anything to tell her I wanted her . . . but I knew she was trying to move on and start a relationship with someone, and for some ungodly known reason I couldn’t stop thinking about Paislie. I was using Ashley as a means to distract my thoughts.

Me: Miss you too, Ashley. How is the new relationship going?

Ashley: It’s going good. Are you okay?

I clenched my jaw while I picked up my pace. I was happy for Ashley. I honestly was. At the same time I was jealous as hell that some f*cker was getting her all to himself.

Me: Doing great. About to get focused. Was thinking about you.

Ashley: Good luck today, Malcolm.

Me: Thanks, Ash. Talk to you later.

I needed to clear my head. As I approached my bus, I saw a few girls hanging out talking to Tom, the rookie who took over Emmit’s spot.

He glanced up and smiled as he motioned to the blonde with his head. “Malcolm, you’ve got a die-hard fan here who’s been wanting to meet you.”

With a smile, I walked up while she looked down at Deuce. “Oh my goodness! He’s adorable.” When she looked back up at me from a squatting position, she licked her lips.

“Why don’t you come in and get to know him better,” I said with a wink.

Her eyes lit up as Tom chuckled.

Five minutes later my jeans were down and she was sucking me off. My hands grabbed her head as I f*cked her mouth, trying like hell to forget those green eyes haunting my every thought.



Russ spoke in my ears as I came into my pit box. “Five, four, three, two, one.”

“Four tires and fuel. Make that track bar adjustment, go!” Dalton called out.

“Clear,” Russ said.

“Go. Go. Go,” Dalton said as I took off back onto the track. I was sitting in third place and my car was finally driving right.

“Where is Tom?” I asked.

“Running in tenth,” Russ said.

I spent the next ten laps focusing on one thing. Winning.

“Bumper. Door. Door. Bumper. Clear!”

Passing the number eleven car pushed me into first place with six laps to go. I f*cking loved this feeling. The feel of the car flying around the track, the power of controlling it was an adrenaline rush for sure.

“So, if I win . . . we’re jumping, right?” I asked Dalton.

“Drive!” he replied with as I smiled.

Lap traffic was coming up as Russ guided me right along.

“Where is he?” I asked.

Russ came over the headphones. “Dropping back now at three car lengths back.”

“Come on, baby . . . don’t let me down,” I said as I drove the f*ck out of my car.

“Three to go.”

My heart was racing as fast as my car as I thought about Paislie. She’d had a VIP pass and I prayed like hell I’d see her in victory lane. I also wanted to find out who the * was she was with. For some odd reason, guilt washed over me as I thought about the girl I let give me head before the race.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, trying to refocus. I had never let this kind of shit in when I raced. Never.

“White flag. One to go, Malcolm. Take it easy around the lap traffic. You’ve got this . . . plenty of room between you and the eleven car.”

“Come on,” I whispered as I held onto the steering wheel and took my last turn.

The moment I saw the checkered flag flying, I let out a holler. “Woo! We did it, boys!”

“Number two!” Dalton yelled out.

Pulling up to the finish line, I took the checkered flag and drove around the track. This feeling was unlike anything. Best damn feeling in the world.

“Coming in,” I said as I brought the car up. Seeing my pit crew caused me to smile even bigger. These guys were like family. Slipping out of everything, I crawled out of the car and stood on the window.

“Yeah!” I shouted out as I got drenched in champagne. After being congratulated by the crew and Dalton, the media jumped in and started with all the interviews. I f*cking loved it.

My heart was still pumping hard as we did all the press photos. I felt a slap on my back as I turned to see Mr. Elliot standing there. “Malcolm, I’d like to introduce you to Trey Rogers, he’s a running back for the Dallas Cowboys and a huge fan of NASCAR. He’d love to meet you.”

Ugh. I’d heard about this guy. He had a reputation for wanting drivers to take him out for runs. The guy was known as being a class-ass prick.