Ignite (Speed Series Book 1)(49)

I pushed the key into the ignition of my car as I cranked it up and quickly pulled out. “Anything, Waldo.”

“Put the number twenty-four out of your head. You focus solely on racing.”

I stole a glance over at Adaline who was typing away on a text message. The last thing I wanted to do was lie to the one man who was more like my father than my crew chief. “I know where I need to focus. I may not be in the race for the chase anymore, but I still intend on walking away with as many wins as I can.”

Waldo laughed and said, “That is the Emmit I know and love. See you later tonight.”

I reached over and hit End on the screen in my car. “Daddy is probably glad to know you're heading back.”

“Yeah, he is.”

Adaline reached over and took my hand in hers. “Promise me something, Emmit.”

I prayed like hell she wasn’t about to make me promise her something I knew I wouldn’t keep.

“What’s that?”

I could feel her stare penetrating me as I tried like hell to stare straight ahead and drive. “You won’t go after Malcolm.”

Adaline had told me how Malcolm didn’t leave my side until after I woke up and basically kicked him out of my hospital room. None of that mattered. That bastard was the reason I ended up missing out on three races. He was currently sitting second in the points lead and I had every intention of making sure he didn’t win this weekend.

“I’m going to race hard this weekend, so I can’t make you promises I’m not sure I can keep.”

Adaline sighed and squeezed my hand as we rode the rest of the way home in silence.





MY MIND WAS SPINNING AS I followed Emmit out of the drivers’ meeting. He seemed calm and even walked over to Malcolm and exchanged a few words with him. The only problem was, I knew it was all a front.

“I’m headed back to the bus to relax a bit before the race,” Emmit said as my father lifted his hand in acknowledgement.

As I chewed on my lip, I tried to come up with some kind of plan to get Emmit’s mind off of getting back at Malcolm. I knew he was focused on winning, but he was also focused on Malcolm way too much.

As we stepped up into the bus, I looked around. Little Johnny wouldn’t be here until after the race started. Hank never hung out on the bus before a race, and everyone else would be in the garage.

“Do you think they’ll come knocking for an interview?” I asked as I watched Emmit sit down on the sofa and turn on the TV.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he said, “They might.”

I slowly nodded my head and glanced over to the door. “I’ll be right back,” I said as I made my way outside and grabbed Lola’s water dish. It had been full, but I emptied it anyway. Making my way back inside, I shut the door and quickly locked it.

Emmit was focused on some show about fixing up old trucks. I set the metal dish on the granite countertop and smiled when I looked down at my dress.

Perfect.

I slowly made my way over to where Emmit was sitting, as I reached up and took my hair down from my ponytail. Operation, Get Emmit’s mind off of everything, was in full swing. He was so engrossed in the show he was watching, he didn’t even notice me take my panties off.

I stepped in front of him and gently bit on my thumb as I looked at him. Emmit’s eyes burned with lust and that crooked smile that I loved so much slowly spread across his face as his dimple popped out.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked as he adjusted himself.

I tried to give him the sexiest look I could as I tiled my head. It wasn’t hard to be sexy when Emmit’s stare was causing my lower stomach to pulse with desire.

“I’m making a move on you,” I said with a wiggle of my eyebrows.

Emmit bit down on his lip and I almost fell to my knees. There was something incredibly sexy about it.

“Are you in the slow lane, baby, ’cause you’re just standing there.”

I dropped my hands to my breast and moved them over my body. A low growl came from the back of Emmit’s throat as he whispered, “Jesus, Addie.”

“It isn’t fair you’re the only one who gets to go for a ride today,” I purred as I moved onto the sofa and straddled my body over his.

With a quick scan of my face, Emmit zeroed in on my lips. Placing his hand behind my neck, he pulled my lips to his. We quickly got lost in the lust filled kiss as Emmit’s other hand moved under my dress only to discover I was sans panties.

With a deep moan into my mouth, Emmit quickly lifted and pulled his pants down, exposing himself to me.

My eyes widened as I looked at what belonged to me. I was so wet I knew I could slip right onto him and go fast and hard, but I needed to focus on Emmit’s needs right now, not my own.

I ran my tongue slowly along my top lip as I softly said, “Touch me. Get me ready for you.”

Emmit’s fingers dove into me as he let out a hiss. “You’re more than ready, baby.”

I moved my hips against his fingers, loving the way it felt to be like this with Emmit. It still felt like we were making up for those three weeks I had temporally lost my sanity.

“Oh, Emmit. You drive me crazy.”

Emmit pulled my lips back to his and kissed me. It felt as if we were fighting to take each other’s air as we kissed. Stopping the kiss, Emmit spoke against my lips. “I want you to come with me inside you. Don’t come, Addie.”