Carolina King (Drive Me Wild Book 2) by Gwendolyn Grace Read Free Book Online Page A

to say.
    “Right, well it was cool running into you, but I guess you’re pretty busy with everything, so I’m just going to go.”
    “No, don’t. I’ve been dying to do this for a week.” He pulled me into his arms and placed his lips on mine. It was a soft kiss with our lips hovering close together. His tongue touched my lower lip, and I opened my mouth and let out a sigh as his slipped inside. I rested my palms against his hard chest while he wrapped his arms tighter around me. Being in his embrace was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was as if he had the ability to wipe my mind completely clean of all rational thought, and I would give my next breath in order to remain this close to him forever. Wait, forever?
    When our mouths separated it took me several seconds to gather myself and remember that I was in full sight of curious eyes, but I didn’t care. I knew gossip would most likely get back to my brothers, and I didn’t care about that either.
    “Hey. Look at me,” he said softly as he lifted my chin up. “That guy won’t bother you again. I promise you that.” The finality in his words and the serious look on his face made me believe him, so I nodded. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. “Come on, girl. It’s time to race.”

  Chapter Six
    I followed him to where a large crowd was gathered to start the race. Mack climbed up and stood in the flatbed of a pickup truck, and everyone huddled around him. He pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket and began to read off names that would be pairing up, speaking in a way that commanded attention. I looked around at the group of faces as they listened attentively and nodded their heads. There were a total of three races scheduled.
    “First up.” Mack glanced down at his sheet of paper. “The current number ten spot and the sentinel of the list, Jamie ‘Razor’ Risto, and his challenger, Travis ‘Cool Guy’ Frye.” There were snickers from the crowd, and I looked over to Travis, who didn’t look embarrassed at all; he simply nodded his head. He seemed to embrace the name that was given to him. I was also shocked to see Jamie Risto on the lineup, but he nodded confidently at Mack, and then glanced over at Travis.
    “Alright, get your shit to the starting line then,” Mack called out, and then jumped down from the truck. He grabbed my hand again and walked us over to the race master and gave him instructions. Then he dialed a number on his phone and spoke to a guy who was posted at the finish line. I picked up from the conversation that his job was to pay attention and choose the race winner. Then he made more calls to each of his security guards who were set up at both entrances of the secluded road in order to look out for cops or unsuspecting motorists heading our way.
    I did my best to ignore several pairs of eyes on us as we made our way through the crowd. I knew they were all wondering who the hell I was and why I was walking around with Mack’s hand in mine. Hell, I would have been wondering the same thing. I’d seen Mack here with other girls occasionally, but never the same ones from what I could tell, but then again they were never where my attention was focused.
    After he’d made his rounds we moved to stand on the side of the road just in time for the race to start. The race master, a retired racer who went by the name Jungle Jim, walked to stand in front of each car, and then waved both drivers forward until their cars were perfectly even with the crack in the asphalt that served as the starting line. When he seemed satisfied with the position of each racer, he turned, walked four paces forward, then spun around and clicked his flashlight on. Both cars immediately peeled off.
    The smell of burned rubber and exhaust fumes filled the air. It was clear that Jamie was the faster car because he gained the lead instantly while Travis struggled to keep his car straight, his front tires lifting off the ground