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"You're an idiot," he shakes his head before moving from his position against the wall. "We need to leave or we are going to be late. Babygirl, you look ravishing." He keeps her softly on the lips when he reaches where she's standing in the middle of the room. "You can make a man go weak at the knees when you look like this. We all are going to need to be on our best behaviors tonight."
"Alright, alright," Creed grumbles. "Stop wooing our woman. We need to leave." Sky chuckles at his words, moving to where I stand beside the door with my extra jacket. She doesn't say anything when she reaches me but she takes the jacket, slides her arms in, and opens the door to our suite to head out.
"You coming?" She smiles, leaving the door open behind.
We are one hundred percent going to be in trouble tonight with her. I'm starting to think maybe we should have just stayed in bed together instead.
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"Racing?" Sky squeals, gripping my forearm tightly with her nails digging in. "You brought me racing?"
"Do you not want to race?" I turn to look at her, curious as to what she's thinking. Her voice sounded excited, but the grip on my arm made me wonder if she didn't want to do this. My Princess has loved to race cars for as long as I can remember, if she doesn't anymore I'm going to be even more concerned than I have been about her.
"Of course, I want to fucking race!" She shouts excitedly. Ah, good she does want to do it. I don't let her see my sigh of relief as I relax back into my seat. "You are going to let me drive right? I don't mind being your passenger princess but I really want to drive."
"You get to drive all night, Baby. And you get to choose if you want one of us with you or if you want to do it alone. Tonight is all about you and what's going to make you happy." I squeeze her thigh with my right hand before I place it back on the shifter to lower gears as I follow the cars in front of me through a maze of parked cars.
It looks like everyone came out tonight for this race from all over the tri-city area. There are about fifty more cars than there usually are for these events, which has me wondering if this is a pink-slip night. Usually, if it's a pink-slip night there's a lot bigger turnout since the pots for winning are a lot bigger.
"I want one of you in the car with me for each race," Sky answers, her eyes wide as she takes in everyone we pass. "I'm so going to kick these people's asses tonight."
Now, she's starting to sound like the girl I've known and loved my whole life. "Fuck yes you are, Princess. These assholes are going to have no idea what hit them when you smoke them at the finish line."
"Thank you for this, Bas," she leans across the center console to kiss my cheek. "Seriously, thank you. I didn't realize how much I needed to get out and do something fun and normal."
"Anything for you, Princess. I mean it, anything," I whisper, taking a quick look at her. We reach the start of the line where a few people I recognize are set up off to the right of the starting line. A few quick turns and I have my car backed in next to them, with Creed and Gunner following my lead in their cars.
Climbing out, I walk around to Sky's side and open her door, reaching out my hand to help her out of the car like a gentleman. Before she can get too far from me, I reach for her and zip up the front of my jacket she's wearing so nothing is showing. Her only answer is to roll her eyes and give me a quick pat on my chest before she walks around me and into Creed's waiting arms where he's sitting on the hood of his car waiting for her to take the spot between his legs.
"Looks like it's a pink slip night," Gunner grunts, nodding his head to where the organizer of the race is collecting pink slips from the two drivers racing next at the starting line.
"Looks like," I grunt. "You good with that?" Gunner is usually pretty cautious on pink slip nights. He doesn't like letting Sky race, not because she can't win, she can smoke all these guys asses, but because these races are a lot more dangerous. People will do anything and everything to win even if it wrecks the car they are competing against because they don't want to lose their own.
"Sky can handle herself. Give her your car to use tonight," he answers. "She knows how to handle yours best and will stand the greater chance at winning with it. A lot of these cars don't look like they can keep up."
"Got it, she will race mine then," I agree. "She wants one of us in the car with her tonight, you want to go first?" It's the least I can do to make sure he's comfortable with letting her race. He worries when she drives, even if he doesn't want to say it. If he's in the car he won't be worried because he can see every move she makes.
"Please?" he asks softly, not wanting to alert Sky to his worries.
"You got it, brother," I clap his shoulder before taking up a spot beside Creed and Sky to watch the next race.
"Is everyone ready for the first race of the night?" the race organizer shouts over the microphone. The crowd roars, and the engines rev with his words. "Alright, for pink slips we have two newbie drivers racing. Not only does the winner get the car, but they will also be taking two large home with them. Racers, are you ready?"
Both cars rev their engines and inch forward on the starting line. "Three! Two! One!" A gunshot rings out loud and clear right before both cars take off, jumping from zero to sixty in under twenty seconds. Definitely, newbie drivers, an experienced driver would be driving a ten-second car for slips.
"Fuck yes! GO!" Sky shouts, jumping up and down as she watches the car's tail lights round the corner up ahead. "When am I going?" She turns to look at us when she loses sight of the cars.
"Give it a couple of races, let the newbies get it out of their systems," Creed answers, pulling her back between his legs so her back is settled against his chest.
"What, you think I can't handle some newbies?" she growls, trying to twist out of his hold.
"No, not at all," he retorts, not letting her go. "We know you could kick their asses. We just figured you would want a more experienced opponent."
He's not wrong. We don't trust the newbies, even if she could race them easily. The boys and I had even talked about possibly letting her race one of us, so win or lose it didn't matter, the cars stayed in our possession. We vetoed that idea quickly, knowing if she found out she was racing one of us, she would be pissed, thinking we would have just given her the win no matter what. She's not wrong. Each of us had let our foot off the gas when we got close to the finish line before so she would win, and we would do it again in a heartbeat, but that wasn't what tonight was about. Tonight was for her to be out here, having fun, and remembering that we aren't her enemies. So, we set her up a race against a local we know who will give her a battle and not purposely lose just because it's her. Joe doesn't give a shit who we are or who Sky is. To him, a race is a race, and he's in it to win it. The second we approached him about racing Sky, he was hesitant, not wanting to “take a chick on” as he said, but once he took a minute to do some research and knew she could hold her own, he was in. It may have helped that we sweetened the pot with an extra grand, but I'm sure he was focused on the money and car he would win from the rich pricks he viewed us to be. Too bad our girl is going to kick his ass.
Together, the four of us watched six more races before the newbies were kicked off the track for the more experienced drivers to begin, and that meant Sky was up first. "Alright, Princess. Time to race," I call out, tossing the keys to my Audi R8 to her. I know she will treat that thing as precious as it is, right after she pushes it to its limits around these turns tonight. I'll have to get a tune-up done on her when we're done tonight, but it's worth it to see my girl smile the way she just did when she caught my keys.
"Fuck yes!" she shouts, punching her fist into the air. "Who's riding with me?" Usually having a passenger isn't allowed. The only exception is if there is a female driver. The race organizers seem to think a woman needs directions to race her car so they allow a male passenger when, and if, the female wishes. Sky doesn't need one of us in the car, but she knows we're possessive assholes who prefer to be beside her as she kicks someone's ass and not be watching it from the sidelines.
