Racing Outside the Line: A Love Story at 190 Mph by Kimberly Montague Read Free Book Online

you made love to me," I paused for effect, smiling seductively up at him. He noticeably flinched and swallowed hard, but did not look away. "I’ve been at school for four years, which makes me twenty-two." I took another confident chug of my beer, seductively placing my lips over the tip of the bottle. His eyes widened, and it was clear I had gotten his attention. "I’ve been drinking for several years now, Seth. Your father knows that, Desmond knows it, you seem to be the only one who hasn’t been around me enough to notice that I’m an adult."
    His face read volumes. He had really and truly been thinking of me as a kid. He really hadn’t realized I was all grown up and fully old enough to carry on an adult relationship with someone four years older than me. Well now, what would happen if I just pushed him a teensy bit more? Would he get angry? At the very least, this could be fun, getting under his skin. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him slowly, sensuously on his cheek, "It’s good to see you again, Seth." I raised my eyebrow and smiled seductively, squeezing his upper arm, then turned and walked back out to the sunroom being sure to sway my hips to the best of my ability.
    "Kid sister, my ass," I mumbled under my breath. Of course, this all would have been much more invigorating for me if I had managed to keep myself from feeling the warmth radiating from his skin underneath the hand I had placed on his arm, or if I had been able to keep myself from wanting so strongly to kiss, not only his cheek, but his neck and lips, and even further south. However, the fact that I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out of the kitchen had me satisfied.
    "You comin’ swimmin’ with us, Alexis? Seth’s takin’ us out on the boat in a few minutes." Brad seemed sweet, he wasn’t really my type, since he was blond-haired and preppy, but sweet, nonetheless, and really cute. It was nice to get the attention of one of my brother’s friends.
    "Go put your suit on, sexy, let’s see what you’re like in the water." Okay, make that two of my brother’s friends except Greg seemed a bit bolder. Seth walked up behind me in time to have heard the comment his friend Greg had just made. Like Brad, Greg had blonde hair and brown eyes, but his features were much sharper, more angular and something about his messy designer appearance and general demeanor told me that most chicks approved of his appearance.
    "Greg, you better watch it, she’s my ki—my sister," Seth paused, clearly flustered.
    I turned around to face him, scowling, "You were going to say kid weren’t you? Have we learned nothing?"
    "That may have worked before we met her, Seth, but she’s no kid anymore."
    I changed my scowl to a viciously evil smile and winked at Seth audaciously before turning back to Greg, "You’re completely right, I’m certainly no kid, and as to what I’m like in the water, I guess you’ll just have to get me wet to find out."
    With that, I turned around and headed upstairs to change. I don’t know what their reaction was, but I heard Seth say, "Shut up, Greg, before I deck you."
    I aggressively shoved through my things to find the optimal swimsuit for such an occasion. I needed something that would really get to Seth—something that would further my goal in making him squirm. I would have to resort to the "retired" black bikini that I won the tiny wet bikini contest in. I dug around until I located it and found myself in a massive hurry to get back downstairs. I didn’t want to miss any opportunities to make Seth uncomfortable. I changed into my suit, threw on a black tank top, and tied a silver sarong around my waist. As I rushed downstairs, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and ran my fingers through it.
    Once we were on the boat, Brad was immediately at my side offering me a drink while Greg grabbed my arm and brought me to the back of the boat to sit down. We downed a few margaritas and took in some sun before our final guest