Racing Dirty (Racing Dirty Series Book 1)

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “Prove to me for two whole weeks you can keep it in your pants and I’m the only one you want on and off the track then we’ll talk.”

  Chapter 2

  Xavier-5 years ago

  Vanilla invades my nose as I inhale Izzy’s unique smell. Two weeks? I can do that. I nod my head one simple word seals it for me.

  “Deal."

  She draws a deep breath and releases it. Her green eyes hooded with desire. She licks her plump red lips creating a burning sensation in my chest. Izzy breaks eye contact and turns her head to watches Austin race. I affect her as much as she affects me. I will make this the best two weeks of her life. She doesn’t understand what she just did. I’ve been waiting and watching her biding my time until she is ready for me.

  I’ve had my fair share of women throw themselves at me, I should have said no more often, but I’m an eighteen-year old guy what do you expect? The woman I have my arms wrapped around right now had stolen my heart years ago when we were kids and I never want it back. She doesn’t know she’s always had my heart because I’ve never told her. I’ve been too scared to settle down.

  My decisions aren’t the best, but I had to find something to numb the pain of having her so close but so far away, holding my heart in her small hands. Sex did that for a little while. Now the women just aren’t cutting it anymore. I don't tell her that though she wouldn’t believe me anyway.

  The last time I was with a girl was three weeks ago and it didn't turn out too well for her. While in the heat of the moment Izzy’s name came pouring from my lips and Lisa was furious, she called me every name in the book after she got off.

  That’s never happened before I’ve always been able to keep my thoughts inside my head, but my subconscious had other ideas. I realized then I needed the real thing. I need the green-eyed, blonde-haired beauty standing in front of me to be mine just like I’m hers and she has no clue.

  We’re stand just outside the track, on the curve of turn two, watching her dad’s race. It’s been our spot since we were little kids and no one ever bothered us. We watch Austin take the lead with five laps to go. His tires squealing around the corners as he drifts with perfect precision, dirt kicking up behind him.

  There isn’t a lot of cautions tonight, so the race is almost finished. Izzy’s back is flush against my chest as I keep my arms wrapped around her not letting her go. She’s surprising me by not moving away.

  There’s a plan forming in my mind on how to win her over. Her birthday is coming up and she will be eighteen in less than two weeks. I'm going to give her my undivided attention, make her not want to push me away, and win her over.

  The feature is over, Austin wins again. Izzy’s body is vibrating with excitement from the crowd cheering wildly, creating a buzz in the air. She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her green eyes and long lashes capturing my full attention as she yells over the roar of the crowd. “He did it again! Are you coming?"

  She pulls my hand and drags me out to the winner’s circle giving me no choice but to follow. As Izzy reaches her dad, she lets go of my hand and runs to him jumping in his arms. They share an excited hug as he twirls her around like he used to when she was a little girl. He sets her down, kissing her cheek. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know it was her dad.

  “X, come on!” Izzy squeals, pulling me out of my head. “It’s our turn to have our picture taken with my dad.”

  I stay next to her and she’s standing next to Austin. He has the winner’s trophy and the checkered flag in his hand. As we pose, I can’t help but to put my hand on her tight ass and give it a little squeeze. Her body shivers as she tries to disguise her blush. I drape my hand around her waist and stand closer to her so I can smell the vanilla in her hair. We smile for the camera and I don’t want to let go. The photographer finishes and Izzy pulls away from me.

  “Great job tonight, Austin,” I tell him extending my hand.

  He grabs it and yanks me closer to him. Giving me a rough bro hug his deep tone is low enough for everyone else to not hear, but I sure in the fuck do. “If you hurt her I will kill you. Understand?"

  I nod my head, speechless for the first time since I hit puberty and my mom caught me with Victoria Secrets magazines. Swallowing hard, I pull back and study him in the eyes.

  “I don’t plan on it, Sir."

  He slaps my back hard. “Good." He smirks at me and walks to Izzy.

  “Ready to load up and head home?” Izzy asks Austin as he kisses her cheek.

  “Don’t you want to stay for a while?” he asks her. Izzy shakes her head and meets my eyes. “No, I think I’m ready to go home.” She turns to her dad and gives him a bright smile. “Besides, I have a lot of work to do this week to get my car ready for next weekend. I also want to work on the other car too. I need to be rested and ready to tackle it on. Mia is supposed to be coming over tomorrow morning and you know how early that girl is.” Austin lets out a little growl and shakes his head.

  “I swear she isn’t right in the head. What normal teenager shows up at someone’s house at eight o’clock in the morning.” Austin grumbles.

  Izzy laughs. “She has never been and never will be normal.”

  “You’re right on that one. I’ll see you at the trailer.”

  Her green eyes meet mine as Austin gets into his car, starts it, and drives away. There’s a look that crosses her face I can’t figure out yet. She’s up to something as she walks up next to me biting her bottom lip. Her tired green eyes keep my blue ones locked in place as she gets closer.

  “What are you up to tonight?” Izzy asks sweetly.

  After being around her for years, Izzy is anything but sweet at the end of a long night. I realize what she’s up to. She’s never been able to hide her intentions, she is testing me to see if I fail already. I clear my throat keeping eye contact.

  “I’m going to load up and head home too. Busy days the next couple of weeks.” I wink at her and throw my arm around her shoulders pulling her close.

  As we walk back to her trailer I finally notice what she always sees and it hurts my heart knowing I put her in this position. The women, or track bunnies as Izzy calls them, are glaring at her giving her nasty looks. One is walking up to us not caring I’m with Izzy. She should care because it was her I was with when I yelled Izzy’s name during sex. She tries to shove her way between us completely ignoring Izzy.

  “Wanna come party with me?” Lisa asks, batting her fake eyelashes.

  I shudder when I think about being slightly attracted to her and tighten my arm around Izzy. Izzy’s body is vibrating with tension under my arm and I pull her closer to me pushing Lisa away.

  “No thanks. As you can see I’m with Izzy.” I tell Lisa dismissively. That doesn’t deter her.

  “Oh, c’mon Xavier you know you’’ll have fun with me,” Lisa whines, running her fake red fingernails up and down my other arm causing me to shudder with disgust. “This stiff virgin can’t show you a good time like I can,” Lisa smirks at Izzy and Izzy raises an eyebrow at her.

  Izzy turns her head away from me trying to push me away in the process, but I hold onto her tighter. “Go, X, obviously she can show you a good time.” Venom is dripping from her voice. She quickly masks the hurt in her eyes and turns her head to Lisa. “Good enough time, that a trip to the doctors will be in order tomorrow since I just saw you come back from the woods with Joe.” Izzy glares at Lisa with a furious look on her face, “Tell me, Lisa, does the ER have a room just for you and your crabs? I seriously want to know.” Lisa huffs out a deep breath.

  “Bitch!” She screams at Izzy and tries to lunge at her.

  I put myself in front of Izzy. “Watch it Lisa," I warn her with a deep stern voice. What the fuck did I ever see in this chick? Doesn’t she remember the last time we were together? Lisa is fucking crazy.

  Izzy isn’t taking any bullshit from her. “I might be a bitch, but at least I don’t go around fucking every guy I can. I might be a virgin, but at least I hav
e enough respect for myself to not spread my legs for any guy I can get attention from. Even the married ones." She steps out behind me and puts her finger right in Lisa’s face. “X told you he is good. He doesn’t want your crabs or whatever else he can catch from you. So, I suggest you leave before you regret it."

  She’s right in Lisa’s face now, her hands are shaking with adrenaline and watching her go all cave woman on this crazy bitch is really turning me on. Other drivers stop what they are doing and watch.

  Izzy has never lost her temper at the track; many other women have tried. I can tell by the fire in her eyes and the shaking in her hands she is just seconds away from decking Lisa. I should stop her before she does something she regrets but I have a feeling if I step in I’ll get in her crosshairs, and that won’t end well for me. I’ll be the one walking away with a bruised face if I try to intervene.

  I’ve seen Izzy explode before in high school at a chick who thought she could rub it in Izzy’s face that she slept with me and once she reaches a certain point, there is no turning back.

  Izzy’s head snaps up at something Lisa said and before I can stop her, Izzy’s fist goes flying, hitting Lisa right in the nose. Lisa crumbles to the ground holding her bloody nose, crying.

  The drivers who stopped to watch start clapping, and she looks around. Her face is filled with horror as she takes in the people applauding her. She turns to me, tears are in her green eyes breaking my heart more. Making me feel responsible, which I am.

  “I’m sorry, X. I need to go,” Izzy says with a tremble in her voice.

  I watch as she runs off toward her trailer, my heart aching for her. I finally get the courage to show her how I feel, and someone scares her off. I glare down in disgust at Lisa on the ground crying. Blood covering her once white tank top, barely concealing her tits.

  “Are you going to let her get away with that?” Lisa screams at me. I flinch at her crazy bitch voice. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

  “Yeah, I fucking am. You deserve everything you get. She isn’t a piece of shit and doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. You’re a crazy bitch.” I kneel right down in front of her, so we’re face to face. My voice is deadly calm. “If you ever come near her or this track again, you’ll fucking regret it. I have so much shit on you, what Izzy just did will be like child’s play compared to some of the wives of the drivers you fucked. Stay. Away. From. Her.” I punctuated each word carefully, making sure Lisa gets my point.

  “Fuck you and your small dick,” Lisa growls at me. I stand up and tower over her, anger radiating from my body. I’ve never hit a girl before, but she’s really pushing it.

  “Say what you want Lisa. Like I said, if you think what Izzy did was bad, the wives of these drivers that you fucked will do worse. Take your skanky ass out of here and don’t come back."

  I turn on my heels and stalk towards Izzy’s trailer. On my way, I spot a security guard and tell him to ban Lisa from the track and explained to him what happened. We have a lot of pull around here and if I tell them to ban someone, they get banned.

  Izzy and Austin already have their cars loaded when I reach our trailers and she's just finishing putting parts in the side box. She stands up and pulls her long blonde hair up into a ponytail and arches her back, stretching it. A sense of calm comes over me watching her.

  Her perfect tits are on full display, stretching out the white t-shirt she has on and I my dick grows painfully hard. Stress cross her face as she shakes her hand. The sudden need to sooth her overcomes me. Her body stiffens when I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me.

  “Hey sexy, don’t worry about what happened. I took care of it. She won’t be bothering you or anyone else again.” I whisper in Izzy’s ear.

  She doesn’t pull away from me like I thought she would. Instead she turns her head so her lips are inches from mine.

  “What are we doing, X?” She asks, her green eyes are lined with worry.

  “We’re two people who care about each other. Seeing where this attraction goes.” I tell her, my breath fanning across her plump lips.

  I want to finish the distance between us and kiss her so bad, but I know if I do, it will push her away. I tighten my arms around Izzy’s waist her body relaxing a little against me.

  “What if this doesn’t work out?” The fear in her voice rings in my ears. “I will lose my best friend.” She whispers turning her head away from mine. I push a piece of blonde hair away from her face that fell out of her ponytail, turning her head back toward me.

  “I promise you won’t lose me. I’ve waited a long time to feel you against me, to feel your curves under my hands. I’ve used women for sex but that is all it was. Just sex to help dull the pain of not having you B, you’re all I ever think about.” My hands roam across her flat stomach.

  She shudders in my arms and I know she is close to giving in. The nickname I gave her floats in her ears making her body quiver with anticipation. She’s never known why I call her that and I won’t tell her until she is ready.

  Izzy turns toward me, our bodies flush against each other. Her tits are rubbing against my chest making me harder than I already am. The top of Izzy’s head comes just under my chin. Her five-foot, eight-inch frame fits perfectly against me.

  She presses closer to me rubbing herself against my hard cock. I’m desperate to close the distance when Izzy wraps her arms around my neck and leans into me. Tugging my hair so I’m bent down towards her lips, she turns my head and whispers in my ear.

  “Two weeks, X."

  Those three words sing over and over in my head. She pulls away and walks to the passenger side of Austin’s black Dodge Diesel, her hips swaying a little more. I am yet again left speechless for the second time tonight. She opens the passenger side door and before she gets in her long, dark lashes cover her hooded green eyes and gives me a wink. I smile at her making her smile back. I watch as the Dodge drives away. Two weeks, yeah, I can do that.

  Chapter 3

  Izabella-Present

  I’m jolted awake. My heart is racing, sweat forming on my brow. I groan as I turn over in my bed, staring at the white ceiling. Why do these dreams keep coming back?

  I blink the sleep away from my eyes and I glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand. Six o’clock at night. The sun will be setting soon. I sit up and notice my roommate, Ashley on her bed. Her headphones are in her ears, her blonde hair bobbing up and down to whatever she’s listening to as she’s studying one of her creative arts books. She looks up when she sees me moving around.

  “Hey, are you ok?” Ashley asks, taking an earbud out.

  I nod my head. “Yes, fine." I plaster on a fake smile and get out of bed. “I need to go for a walk. It’s Friday night and I need to go to the beach.” She nods her head in understanding, her blonde hair slipping out of her bun.

  Every Friday night, I go to the beach and listen to the waves crash against the shore. It’s been my thing since I moved here. It helps me not miss being on the track so much and watching the sun set over the ocean. The tranquility helps me find peace in my chaotic brain.

  I make my way to the beach. The salty wind blows gently across my bare legs sending a shiver down my spine, my mind strays back to when Xavier’s hands drifted down my legs, caressing them, leaving little tender kisses up and down, his hot mouth worshiping my body like it was the last thing he would ever do.

  I shake my head at my wandering thoughts and soak in the salty breeze and the warm air. The waves crash against my exposed legs as I step into the water, observing the sun set over the horizon. The busy City of Angels whispers in my ears as the sun sings its last tune for the day.

  It’s so different being here in L.A., then being in Michigan. Michigan’s flat lands and dirt roads always call to me on Friday nights, when I should be under the lights, defending my title, making a name for myself on the track. Instead I ran away. Ran away from heartbreak, love, and a friendship I will never get back.

  I don’t
realize how late it is until I notice the sunlight is bleeding into night. I do that occasionally thinking about Xavier. I’m not paying attention to where I’m going when I slam into someone.

  “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” I apologize.

  “It’s OK.” a deep voice rumbles back as strong arms hold me up from falling on my ass. “I saw you out here alone and wanted to see if you want some company.” The man still holding onto me tells me.

  I peer into his blue eyes and my mind wanders back to another pair of blue eyes, watching me with lust and love as he worshiped my body. I shake my head.

  “I’m sorry but I can’t.” I apologize again with an unsteady breath and pull out of his embrace. I leave him standing on the beach and make my way back to my dorm room.

  I open the door and find Ashley pacing back and forth. She has her fingers on her bottom lip, tugging at it. Her telltale sign she’s troubled about something. She has her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun and her tanned skin is a little flushed.

  “Ash?” I approach slowly. “Is everything OK?"

  She stops pacing and shifts her body to me. Tears are pooling in her soft brown eyes. I rush over to her.

  “Ash, what’s wrong? You’re freaking me out.” She hands me my phone.

  “Call Mia. It’s about your dad,” Ashley quietly replies.

  My feet slide out from under me and I sink to the floor with a thud, landing on my ass.

  “What about my dad?” I glance at the clock and figure out the time difference.

  It’s eight o’clock here, so it would be eleven back home. My dad should be racing in his feature right now. My head is scrambling with horrible thoughts as my phone lights up, Mia’s name and picture flashes across the screen.

  With quivering fingers, I swipe the answer button and place the phone up to my ear.

  “Mia?” I ask cautiously.