Overnight Sensation(22)

“Depends when she’s saying it,” I point out. “I’m rather fond of hearing it when we’re naked and she’s begging for it.”

“I wouldn’t know,” she snaps. “I guess there’s nothing more to say. Let’s deliver you and your hot guy vehicle to the turnaround, shall we?” She reaches forward and…

I wait.

“Castro,” she says in a low voice. “I know there’s no key. But where’s the magic button?”

“I can’t help you find your magic button, baby,” I tell her.

Heidi growls. “We already went over that. I mean on the car.”

I laugh. “There’s no button. It’s always on. You step on the brake to close the doors. Then you put it in gear and hit the pedal.”

“That’s just weird,” she grumbles as the doors close. She moves the lever into reverse.

“No, it’s awesome. My baby is always ready to play. She’s—”

The car leaps backward so fast that I’m thrown forward.

“Whoops!” Heidi says as we halt just as fast. “I guess those Tesla engineers aren’t fooling around.”

I’m absolutely terrified now. “Maybe you should let me—”

“Nope,” she snaps, guiding the car out of the parking space more carefully now. “I’ve got it.” She touches the control panel, shutting off the air conditioning. Then she touches it again to lower the windows. “I want to hear the silence.”

“Okay,” I say with a sigh. Everyone does.

She glides gently past the row of parked cars. “That is super cool,” she says. “We’re in stealth mode.”

“Stealth mode is awesome,” I admit. Everything about this car turns me on, including watching her drive it. Not that I’d say so.

“Does it really accelerate as fast as they say?” she asks.

“Totally.”

“Awesome,” she says, passing the entrance to the turnaround.

“Where are you going?” I ask as she puts on her turn signal.

“To try it out! Duh.” Heidi makes a right onto the country road.

“Oh. Well. There’s a gas station about a half mile from here. You could turn around there.”

She says nothing. And when we reach the gas station a minute later, she blows right by it.

“Uh, Heidi?”

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to have a little fun. I have to get my kicks somewhere. I mean—I’m totally down with giving you a blowjob instead right now. But I think you said that’s already off the table.”

My poor brain is instantly filled with images of Heidi unzipping my tuxedo pants and bending over me, her hair sliding around on my body as she takes me inside her mouth…

The car turns onto the highway entrance ramp and accelerates further. “Holy shit. Where are we going?”

“Can’t go ninety on the side streets,” she says. “That’ll be dangerous.” She taps a button to close the windows. They slide up as the car shoots forward onto the sparsely populated roadway.

Thank God it’s a Wednesday night and not rush hour. Because we are flying. I watch my speedometer climb to eighty and then ninety.

“Jesus, slow down!”

“You are wearing your seatbelt, right?” She puts her hands at ten and two on the steering wheel. “How does she handle at high speed?”

“You don’t need to know! Let’s go back now.”

But Heidi ignores me. There’s a Taurus in the left lane that isn’t moving quite so fast, so Heidi slips into the right lane and passes it.

“Careful. You don’t want a ticket,” I say a little breathlessly. “Wouldn’t that be a bad way to finish the night?”

She slows the car, and I’m immediately grateful. We roll along at a nice quiet fifty for a moment. I’m breathing a little easier, but then she asks, “Have you done a hundred? I bet you have. Hey—time this. Count of three.”

“What? Don’t—”

“One, two, three—” She floors it.

The only thing I’m timing is how quickly my balls recede into my body as Heidi rips forward down the highway. It’s one thing to press down the accelerator yourself. It’s quite another to be at the mercy of someone else.

Heidi gives a little shriek of joy as we hurtle down the road at high speed. The speedometer lurches upwards, through seventy and eighty in a heartbeat. Then ninety.

It’s dark, for fuck’s sake. So many things could go wrong. A deer in the road. A drunk driver coming home from happy hour. My heart is in my throat as I glance at Heidi in the front seat. Her eyes are locked onto the road, her sleek arms gripping the wheel like she’s a NASCAR driver in formal wear. She’s completely focused.

“A hundred,” I gasp as the speedometer shows triple digits. “You did it. Feel free to slow down.”

“Yes!” She eases back on the pedal.

And that’s when we fly past the police cruiser in the median. “Uh-oh. Shit.”

“Cop?” she squeaks. She doesn’t freak out, though. “Did he pull out?”

“Well…” I crane my neck to watch the road behind us. “He was facing the other way. Like he’d have to do a K-turn to get you.” We’re making tracks away from him. But just when I think we’re out of the woods, I see cruiser lights flip on. “Uh-oh. He might be coming.”