Boost by Vi Summers

 

Chapter 5

-Raf-

 

 

Music was pumping, engines revving, the smell of weed was thick in the air; everything I expected for a race at two AM.

I was surprised Shades orchestrated another so close to the last, yet wasn’t surprised to find myself here; I had needs to satisfy.

Tequila and Stevie tore themselves off my sides when the signal to start the race sounded. Before they stepped completely out of reach, I grabbed a handful of their asses and squeezed for luck.

Smirking at their combined giggling, I stepped away with the intention of heading to my car. A flash of gold in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and a breath-taking smile rooted me to the spot.

A woman like I’d never seen before stood beside her mahogany-haired friend in a tiny black dress. Despite the gathered crowd only giving me fractured glimpses of the mamacita, she stood out as if she was standing on the hood of my car, gold top sparkling and daring me to look her way. Her laughter danced across the thumping music and sung to something deep in my soul. I had to find out who she was—I simply couldn’t walk away. Not when she seemed placed here for me to find.

Ignoring the fuck out of Shades calling my name, I set the mamacita in my sights and pushed toward her. The race could wait.

Warm-brown eyes locked with mine and widened when she realized I was heading straight for her. I couldn’t keep the prowl-like manner from my strides because, damn, the mystery woman had me beat before I’d even made it to the starting line.

Toned legs wrapped in skin-tight leather pants teased me, while the golden top with barely-there strings tied around her slender neck lured me closer. To top it all off, the stilettos brought her to the perfect fucking height.

I barely stopped before my chest collided with hers, and I rolled my tongue across my lower lip.

“Haven’t seen you around these parts before, mamacita,” I drawled, looking her over with blatant hunger.

I was coming on strong; it was what I did when I saw something I wanted.

One dark eyebrow arched as the woman pursed her lips and gave me a look that would turn most men to ashes. “You notice these things, do you?”

I leaned closer and lowered my voice until it was barely audible over the thumping bass. “When it comes to a woman as fine as you, yeah, I notice.”

Much to my delight, an involuntary shiver ran through her body. Despite failing to hide the reaction, she rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Real smooth.” She then cast her look sideways at her friend. “Don’t you think?”

Her friend brazenly eyed me up and down with her long-lashed gaze. “If you say so.”

I smirked and inched closer, my advance only stopping when the mamacita pressed a hand to my chest and took a small step back. The warmth of her palm seared through my t-shirt and booted my pulse up a gear.

The smile on her shiny red lips grew as if she could feel the kick. “Nervous?”

Snagging her fingers and holding tight when she tried to pull them from my grasp, I angled in such a way that my leg brushed hers. Her sharp inhale was music to my ears.

Sniggering close to her ear, I watched hungrily as goosebumps spread down her exposed arms.

“I never get nervous, baby girl.”

Much to my surprise, she met my gaze and held it. “Back down, slick, I’m not interested.”

Taking a pace away and tipping my head to study her down my nose, I gave her a smoulder that created desire in her eyes. The kind that tinted them multiple shades darker.

“At least tell me one thing; what’s your name?” I asked, with another lick of my lower lip.

Witnessing her pop a savage stance did dirty things to my libido. “That would be none of your business.”

My blood burned hotter, and I reclaimed the distance by easily stepping through the barrier created by her arm. I had to ball my fists to stop myself from gripping her waist and pulling her hips to mine. Seductive perfume rose to meet my inhale as I ran my nose along her jawline.

“It’s entirely my business when you’ve stepped into my world unannounced.”

Her inhale snagged. Her cheeks heated. And when her eyes met mine again, they held desire that had me swallowing thickly.

“And you are?” she asked, dropping her gaze to my mouth.

I crooked a lip and smirked, playing her little game. “The man taking you home after I’ve won this race.”

Her laughter wove around us and her hand briefly touched down on my forearm. The fleeting contact sent sparks spurring through me. That one touch would never be enough.

She started backing away. “You don’t get it both ways, slick.”

“You’re wrong, mamacita. I always do.”

Dark, glossy hair danced around her brown shoulders when she shook her head. “Not tonight, you don’t. Good luck with the race.”

That smile of hers was impossible to walk away from; I didn’t know what she was doing to me, but fuck, I wanted more.

“With skills like mine, I don’t need luck, baby girl,” I called.

The only thing that tore my attention away from the dark-haired honey was Shady Sam yelling through a megaphone. 

“Raf, where the fuck you at, brother? Race starts in one whether you here or not, man.”

Rolling my shoulders to try and get my head back in the game, I drank in one last look of my latest craving, then pushed my way through the crowd to the starting line.

Shades shook his head as I slid behind the wheel. “Do I need to have a word to Teq and Stevie about distracting my main man?”

“It wasn’t them,” I called, grinning my ass off while the mystery mamacita taunted my memory.

Her smell. Her laugh. Fuck, her entire damn body…

She had to have felt the electricity between us. There was no damn way she couldn’t have. It was intense despite hardly touching. I could only imagine what it would be like to lick my way over her caramel skin.

I groaned in torture and quickly adjusted my cock.

As the flag-girl strutted out to start the race, surprisingly for once, coming first wasn’t at the forefront of my mind; finding out the name of that woman was.