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He shook his head. “No. The faster our time, the better our position during the next leg. After the points are figured, of course.”
I turned my focus back to the red LED lights that zoomed by on either side of us. It was crazy, driving this fast through the sand! Every blind hill and steep drop seemed like the desert might swallow us whole, but the suspension system took each bump in stride.
God, this is one crazy night…
I was cold but not freezing; the adrenaline of having jumped out an airplane was still surging warmly through my veins. We’d streaked through the nighttime sky with the wind roaring loudly in our ears as the ground rushed up to meet us. Pulling the ripcord had been exhilarating, but the most beautiful part of it all was the abrupt silence immediately after the chute had opened. From there we floated slowly and peacefully downward, to touch gently down exactly where we needed to, in the illuminated ring of sand.
Immediately after being disconnected from our tandem instructors, the race continued. I took the wheel of the dune buggy after a short but curt discussion. It wasn’t so much about who was the better driver, but more about who had the longer arms.
Right now Devin’s long, lithe form extended a good deal from one side of the vehicle. He had one arm extended, ready to snatch up the next flag, as he held onto the roll-cage with the other. I could see every muscle along the side of his incredible body, from striated arms and his giant lats to the wonderful dimples right where his shirt rode up, just over his ass. Devin had the most incredible ass, too. It pained me that I might not get to sink my nails into that ass again. At least for another few weeks, or quite possibly more.
“Who do you think is driving, Reese or Hayden?” I asked.
I was trying to change the subject, force myself not to get distracted. But the fully-extended body of my ex-football player-turned-lover was just too yummy to look away from.
“We don’t even know if they’re doing this,” Devin pointed out. “They could be wrapped up in a whole different challenge.”
“I dunno,” I shook my head. “Looked like there were enough dune buggies there for everyone.”
We nailed another flag, and then one right after that. But then Devin missed the next two in a row, and let out a savage string of impressive curse words.
“Switch back to white at the next crossroads?” I ventured.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Just drive, Brooke.”
He was mad again, but this time at himself and not at me. I could see his competitive nature taking over, his athlete’s desire to always win. It made him incredibly good at stuff like this, but it also poisoned his mind when things didn’t go his way.
He’s tense,I thought to myself.He’s too wrapped up in this.
I thought about what Reese had said, regarding Devin blaming — even torturing — himself for their loss last season.
I know what he needs.
I had the sudden urge to drag him into the buggy and kiss him. To just stomp the brakes, pull over, and straddle him right there amidst the dunes. I’d ride him hard, letting him paw my naked body with every last one of his pent-up frustrations and desperations. Then I’d grind into his hard lap, kissing him over and over until he exploded inside me, roaring like a lion at the star-filled sky.
FUCK!
It would besoogood. So fucking perfect. If only…
If only there weren’t a film crew shadowing us a good twenty yards behind. Not to mention the six different cameras and only God knew how many microphones, mounted all over our buggy.
Another flag materialized from the desert darkness. Devin grabbed it, fumbled with it for a second, then dropped it as it was whipped away by the wind. I had the urge to swing the buggy around to pick it up, but the rules we’d been given were clear: we weren’t allowed to go back.
“The end’s gotta be coming up soon,” I shouted.
“Why?”
I gripped the wheel tighter and shrugged. “Gut feeling?”
Devin regarded me respectfully, staring back with those thunderous blue eyes. Even at night they glowed with a life all their own. His expression seemed to acknowledge my instinct.
“We’d better not miss anymore flags, then.”
