Chapter 16

Zeke

Paisley spends the rest of the night going on about her mad go-karting skills. My girl claims there isn’t a man, woman, or child to walk this earth who can beat her on the track.

I have a smile plastered since her little announcement.

We arrange to all meet at the local track. As playfully as any woman I’ve ever met, Paisley tells me to make sure I bring my A-game as it would be totally embarrassing if she had no competition.

Gotta admire a girl with that kind of sass.

The next morning, I get ready to make my way over to Paisley’s.

She had said she would meet me at the park, but I don’t care for the idea of being apart from her. She had teased me all day yesterday, and she has some promises she needs to live up to.

The thought alone has me reaching for my dick, my hand slipping under the fabric of my jeans. Freeing him of the remaining confines of my boxers, I squeeze the head in my hand before stroking down to the base.

Tightening my grip, I work my dick into a frenzy, my mind swimming with ideas about how I would love to teach Paisley what happens when you tease and not deliver.

Zeke

Unlock your door and be waiting on the bed for me, you have some making up to do.

I send the message in a rush to get to her apartment. My dick still straining, needing her heat. I’m expecting at least a semi-open door, but it’s closed.

My cell goes off.

Blake

I fucking knew you wanted a piece of this, remember…don’t forget the whipped cream. 😉Oh, just fuck my life to hell and back. I hammer my fist against her door, wishing it was Blake’s face.

“Hey, everything okay?” Paisley opens the door and asks.

I storm my way in. I don’t let her say anything else as my lips crush hers, and I push her body against the door. I have her cornered, and she surrenders without a fight.

My pulse races, but I know I have to keep it together, or I’ll be finished before we even get started.

“You have some very big promises you need to keep. I walked around all day yesterday with a hard-on I could have used to cut granite.”

I run a finger over her chest. “I can feel your pulse racing, your shallow breaths. Does my girl need some attention?”

“Mmm. Please.”

“I love how responsive you are, baby girl. Can you feel how hard you make my dick? It’s begging for you.” I devour her mouth once more.

“Zeke…”

“Tell me what you want, baby girl. I know what I want, and I am not afraid to take it.”

Her body trembles beneath me.

“You, Zeke. Just—”

Before she can finish her sentence, I connect my lips with hers again, and the hunger in the kiss drives me wild.

She’s a drug I’ll never be able to quit. Our tongues dance a feverish tango, each one battling to have more of the other.

I hold her face firmly, giving her no option but to submit to me.

Leaning into her, I push her short shorts down. I reach for one of her legs and wrap it around my waist. Breaking our connection, I rest my forehead against hers.

“What did you do to me?” I nibble on her neck, inhaling her scent. My dick stirs in appreciation. She’s so beautiful, it drives me wild. Looking into her eyes is pure heaven. “Paisley…”

“Zeke, please,” she begs.

I have her right where I want.

“No can do, baby girl. We gotta run.” I set her back on her feet and slap her ass.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” she screams.

I look at her like she’s lost her mind and play innocent that I’m unaware of the fact that I’ve worked us both up.

“It’s on,” she says, poking me in the chest. “You’ll pay for that.”

Her blonde hair whips me in the face, and I can’t help but chuckle.

She busies herself getting dressed.

I can’t help but moan as I watch her bend over and that lush ass of hers moves in the air. So many thoughts fill my head.

~Something to try out next time.~

“You ready to get your ass kicked?” Paisley says laughing, then storms out of the apartment.

After a quick chase, I grab a hold of her hand. Iace our fingers together, pull her hand toward my mouth, and leave her a chaste kiss.

“C’mon, baby girl. Let’s work that frustration out on the track.”

***

We spend the rest of the afternoon messing around on the go-karts. So far, Paisley and I are neck and neck in wins.

Lining up for the final race of the day, we all eyeball each other and spend a few minutes talking smack.

London won rock, paper, scissors and holds pole position with Paisley behind her, then me, followed by Caleb, Jay, and finally Blake.

Engines revving, we wait in our positions. There are microphones in our helmets so we can all talk to each other.

“Ready to get your ass handed to you again, baby girl?”

Everyone laughs.

“Oh, baby, ~you’re~ going to lose. Enjoy chasing my ass,” she sings.

Everyone else continues to laugh.

“Oh, I’m chasing some ass,” Blake pipes up from the back.

The first red light shows, followed by the second.

“Get ready, baby girl. I’m coming for you.”

The third light glows, then the fourth.

“Zeke, I’m not wearing panties,” she hollers down the line as the final light goes green signaling it’s time for us to start racing.

My heart stutters, and my already hardened dick strains even further.

~Mother fucker.~

“Haha, later dude.” Blake comes around me because I haven’t moved. I’m too stunned by her little comment.

~Fuck this shit.~

I push the pedal as far as possible, hoping to do some damage control. I pass London, who has ended up at the back of the pack, somehow.

Jay is next in my sights. He tries to stop me, but I blow past him on the inside. Caleb is half a lap ahead of me, and I can see Blake and Paisley further up the track.

“Catch me if you can,” Caleb roars.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I call back as I pass on the outside lane. Three down…two to go.

“You caught up yet?” Paisley mocks.

“Hope you brought the whipped cream.” Blake laughs.

I shake my head as I continue to chase them both down.

“Run, run, run, as fast as you can…,” Paisley sings.

“Here little piggy…,” Blake mocks.

As we start the final lap, Blake is in my sight. Paisley is one corner ahead of him.

I push my foot further into the floor panel, hoping there’s just a little bit of extra something that can help me out.

Only eight corners left. Blake is right on Paisley now, and I’m right on him.

With six corners left, I’m about to make my move. I edge to the outside lane, but Blake slams that door shut.

By the time there are only four corners left, I find the opportunity. Blake makes a mistake, so I slam the car into the inside lane, taking his position.

With two corners to go, Paisley and I are wheel to wheel.

“Well, hello handsome.”

“Hi there, beautiful. I am coming for you.”

“That’s a lovely thought, and one we can explore later, but right now, I have a question.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“How do you like my ass?” She giggles, and I shake my head, continuing to chase her down.

It is the final corner , and I’m about to make my move.

“Baby girl, your ass is fine, but this is mine.”

“Here’s Blakey!” Blake tries to pass me as I make my move on Paisley, and we all collide.

However, Paisley just about manages to keep on track, crossing the finish line first.

“What the fuck, Blake?”

“My bad, dude.” He laughs.

Paisley hops out of her car and jumps around celebrating. We untangle ourselves and cross the finish line.

I grab Paisley around the waist, pulling her to me for a kiss.

“That win was mine,” I say against her mouth.

She smiles.

“Okay, boys and girls. We need to get all the stuff ready for tonight,” Blake shouts.

I ignore him, still lost in Paisley’s eyes.

“Pails and I are shopping now. We need something new to wear tonight.” London slips her arm through Paisley’s and tugs.

“Hell, yeah.” Paisley gives me a kiss before walking off with London.

I shake my head and chuckle. “Okay boys, let’s get ready to party!”