Free Web NovelChapter 238: WINNING THE RACE
Abigail
The roar of engines vibrated through my entire body as we stood at the edge of the pit lane.
The night air was thick with the smell of burning rubber, fuel, and pure adrenaline so thick I could almost bite into it.
Angel, River, and Annette had gone to sit with Arthur. Eric was being geared up by two women, though they seemed far more interested in feeling him out than actually helping him into his equipment.
He shot me a grin before yanking down his helmet. "I’m going to wipe the floor with your boyfriend!"
"Yeah, that’s right," Henry yelled, hanging off the passenger side of Eric’s sports car, brows furrowed in mock outrage. "Get ready to eat dust, you usurper!"
"Oh, please," I scoffed, sliding the arm pad onto my arm. "We—" I gestured to Finnegan beside me, who looked devastatingly good in his racing suit. "—are going to crush both of you."
"I’ll make you regret throwing me away for her, Finnegan," Henry shot back.
"Oh, like sitting in the passenger seat is going to help Eric in any way," River called from the bleachers, pulling laughter from everyone.
Henry had been pretty put out that I was going to be Finnegan’s partner in the race. Bright floodlights bathed the track, making the asphalt gleam in the night.
My heart was already racing and we hadn’t even started yet. Okay, maybe asking to be his racing partner had been a stretch, but we had raced each other back in Santiago — this was child’s play compared to that.
Finnegan looked devastating in his black racing suit, the material pulled tight across his powerful frame. I helped him zip it up, my fingers lingering on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the fabric.
"You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "It’s not a joyride, Abigail. It’s fast and it’s dangerous."
I rose on my tiptoes and kissed him hard. "I want to feel all of it with you."
He groaned softly, pulling me in for one more kiss before we climbed into the sleek, low-slung race car built by Wolfe Corporation.
At least now I understood why he personally tested every vehicle they produced. He was a professional at this.
Finnegan helped settle the helmet onto my head. It sat heavy, but the moment I buckled in beside him, a wild thrill tore through me.
Getting pulled into an actual race was not on my bingo card this year, yet here we were.
"All racers, on your mark."
The small crowd around the track erupted. The engine rumbled beneath us. Finnegan glanced over, tilting his head. "Ready?" freewebnoveℓ.com
"Oh, come on, I’m always fucking read-"
The flag dropped. The car launched forward like something unleashed, the acceleration slamming me back into my seat and stealing every last breath from my lungs.
Finnegan’s hands locked on the wheel, his body coiled with focus as he carved through the first turn at a terrifying speed. The tires screamed, the engine howled, and everything outside blurred into streaks of light.
"Oh my God!" I shouted, half terrified, half delirious. My hands dug into the harness as we tore down the straight. "Finnegan, this is insane!"
He let out a low, thrilling laugh that sent heat pooling straight between my thighs. "You wanted this, baby. Hold on."
He threw the car into a sharp curve. It drifted, tires biting and skidding as he pushed harder. My heart hammered so violently I could feel it pulsing in my throat.
Fear and exhilaration twisted together in my chest like something addictive. I screamed when he swallowed two cars in a single move.
"Yes! Go, baby! Faster!"
The final lap came down to a dead heat with Eric of all people.
"We cannot let them beat us," I shrieked, and the man beside me threw his head back laughing, the sound filling the car completely.
For a moment everything else fell away and all I could hear was him. It reminded me of Santiago — of that same laughter cutting through the noise after our race.
The car surged as Finnegan pushed it to its absolute limit, the engine screaming as we blazed down the final stretch and tore across the finish line.
First.
"Yes!" I screamed as the car bled speed. I ripped off my helmet just as Finnegan killed the engine and tore off his.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was something else entirely, but his eyes glittered as he reached over, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me into a hungry kiss.
Our mouths collided — hot, panty-dropping, bone-melting. My hands fisted in his racing suit as I tried to climb over the console to get closer.
"Come here," he growled against my lips, his tongue sweeping past mine, stroking and tangling deep.
We were completely lost, mouths and hands moving greedily, the windows fogging around us. Finnegan’s hand slid beneath my dress, fingers finding me soaked and ready.
Henry suddenly wrenched the car door open.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" he bellowed, eyes wide. "Get a room, you two!"
The entire group outside collapsed into laughter. Finnegan groaned in frustration while I whimpered against his neck, still moving against his hand.
He pulled back breathing hard, eyes dark and glassy with want. "Do you want to leave? I need to—" he broke off, cupping my thigh, his grip tightening with a low grunt.
I bit his jaw lightly. "I’m all yours. But I don’t think Angel, River, and Annie are ready to leave yet."
He muttered something under his breath, and with my cheeks absolutely on fire — because everyone standing outside that car knew exactly what had just happened in it — we climbed out.
For the next hour Finnegan’s hands never left me. As we watched the remaining races, his fingers traced slow paths across my back, my arm, my thighs, drawing those maddening little circles.
His eyes stayed glazed with hunger and my underwear was absolutely ruined. By the time we got home Angel was fast asleep. Finnegan carried her to her bedroom, tucked her in, then came straight back and pulled me out of the house.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere I can touch you without worrying about Angel hearing what I’m going to do to you," he murmured, steering me toward a clearing behind the property where a helicopter sat waiting, rotors already turning.
My jaw hit the ground. I genuinely could not pick it back up. "No way. Where are you taking me?"
Finnegan drew me close, kissing me deeply as the wind from the blades whipped around us. "Somewhere private. Somewhere I can take you apart properly without anyone walking in."
I laughed breathlessly as he helped me into the helicopter, my whole body humming with anticipation.
This was going to be fun!
