Quarter of a mile left; I could feel Pinky waking up. Knowing that was my moment, I hit the NOS and took off in full force. With a clear head, I shot past the other drivers with precision. Knowing the finish line was right after the turn, I allowed the car to fishtail right before correcting the wheel. I drifted across the finish line in first with the biggest smile on my face. Once I parked, I jumped out and ran over to Dodge who was standing on the sideline.
I didn’t think it through and allowed myself to jump around his waist. His hands held me up by my ass, so I got lost in the moment and crashed my lips down on his. His body stiffened under me, and I knew I crossed the line, but I didn’t care. Right now, in this this moment, it felt right. I would deal with him lashing out later. Dodge put me down, and I couldn’t bring myself to look into his eyes.
“Go get your bread and meet me at the shop.” I wanted to ask him how he was going to get there since he rode with me, but I nodded. Walking away, I kept the smile on my face, but I was fighting back tears. Grabbing my winnings, and my trophy, I walked slowly back to my car.
“Fuckkk!!!” I yelled out loud in the car as I drove off. I had crossed the line, and Dodge was about to tell me we can’t do this anymore. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Sass, but she didn’t answer, so I called Aubree.
“Hey girl.”
“I fucked up. I kissed, Dodge and he didn’t like it. Now, he wants to talk to me, and I’m scared.” Aubree laughed, and I didn’t see what was funny.
“Storm, that man has not let anyone get close to him since his brother died. He has not attempted to race or do anything other than coming to watch. You’re not just some random girl that kissed him. Even if he doesn’t want that kindof relationship, you’re going to be okay.” Nodding, I rubbed my eyes trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall.
“Okay. I’ll let you all know what happens. I might need to sleep on one of yall couch after tonight.” This time, she laughed.
“Girl, it will be Sass’ couch. I live with my man, and I don’t play bout mine. You fine as hell, so keep that shit over there.”
“Bye.” Hanging up, I smiled and got ready to face whatever this was. I was glad for the friendship I was building with Aubree by way of Sass, and I could see what she meant by it being a good thing to have genuine people in your corner. I was going to need they ass after tonight. Pulling up, I noticed he had the garage door open, so I pulled inside. Once I did, the door dropped down, and I felt like a kid walking in the door after getting in trouble at school. Groaning, I got out and got ready to be chewed out.
“Storm…” Dodge was looking conflicted, so I knew he was trying to find a nice way to shoot me down.
“I’m sorry. I know it seems I say that a lot, but it is what it is. I fucked up, and I’m probably going to fuck up some more. If we’re going to be friends, I need you to know that.” His jawline flexed and I calmed down. I knew I was in the wrong, but I didn’t want him to make it bigger than it had to be. “I’m sorry for kissing you, Dodge. I crossed the line. It won’t happen again.”
“Am I some kind of experiment for you?” Now I was confused.
“Huh? I mean, I’ve dated ugly people before. So, I don’t see how kissing you would be an experiment.” I attempted to make a joke, but when I smiled and he didn’t, I waited for him to finish.
“I’m not into fucking bitches that’s… what’s the word… Male presenting. I think that’s the correct term to use now days. I know you still a chick, but if you just like me that shit don’t sitright with me.” My face bunched up as I realized what he was trying to say.
“Are you calling me a stud?”
“Aren’t you?” I looked at him in disbelief before I fell out laughing.
“No, I’m a tomboy. Well, I dress like…” I got frustrated and just said what was on my mind. “Dodge, I like men. I like you.” This time he looked at me confused and stood there speechless. “I’ve never been with a woman. While I can appreciate how beautiful women are, I’m not attracted to them. I was raised by my uncle who didn’t know shit about lil girls, so he dressed me like a boy.”
“He calls you son.” I had opened up over time and told Dodge my story, but I didn’t know that only fed his misinterpretation of me.
“Because he wanted a boy. Hence, why I love cars. I dress like a boy because I don’t know how to dress like a girl. This is the only way I know, and I never had anyone else to teach me different.”
“So, you like men?” He asked again for clarification.
“YESSSS!!!” Before I could say anything else, he walked over to me and crashed his mouth down on mine. Dodge forced his tongue into my mouth, and I hungrily sucked on it. I’ve wondered what he tasted like since the moment I laid eyes on him. I could feel his dick stiffening against me, so I reached down and freed him from his joggers. Fuck! I knew his dick was going to be big. He carried that energy, and I was pleased to know it wasn’t just energy.
Grabbing me around my throat, he slammed me on the car causing my pussy to leak instantaneously. Since his hands never left my throat, I fought to pull his pants down and then mine. Dodge pulled back and just stared at me. The smirk on his face let me know I may have bit off more than I could chew.
Grabbing my legs, he pulled my pants off and tossed them to the side. He pushed my legs back until my toes were touching the hood behind my head. I could feel his dick pressing at my opening, and I said a silent prayer before he pushed inside of me.
“Mmmmm…” He growled lowly when his big ass dick began stretching my walls. “You sure you’ve had a dick before?”
“It’s been a while.” I said in between breaths. I tried to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. This dick was hitting me in places I didn’t know existed.
“Fuck girl. If I had known the pussy was this good, I would have been inside this shit.” I couldn’t respond, but my pussy did it for me. That hoe was talking, and I didn’t blame her. “You know what this means, right?”
“This dick too good to think, Dodge. Just tell me.” I was trying to focus, but my insides was shifting and he wanted to have a conversation.
“I’m a toxic nigga. I don’t give this dick away lightly, so when I do, understand I stamped that shit.”
“Mmm hmmm. I hear you.” I had no idea what he was talking about. I was trying not to cry.
