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“Come on, sit.” I pat my leg and she glares at me, wholly unamused. Or nervous… I can’t really tell.
“You can’t be serious,” she says, eyeing me with disbelief.
“Oh, I am. Now hurry up and get that fine ass in here so we can do this,” I say and wave her over. I grab her hand and guide her inside until she’s sitting in my lap.
Once she’s situated, I pull the seatbelt around the both of us, securing her to me.
“Okay, I want you to rest her hands on top of mine, your feet too, and just let me control the car,” I start and feel her stiffen against me.
“Bodhi, I don’t think—”
“Hey, I wouldn’t do this if I thought there was a chance you could get hurt. Trust me, it’ll be okay,” I say softly, brushing her hair onto her other shoulder. Mostly to keep it out of my face while I drive, but I take advantage of the moment and kiss her sweetly along her jawline.
“Just relax. I want you to feel when I move. Your timing is off, and I want you to get an idea of when to brake and when to turn. It’s called a power-slide, and it can be intimidating and a little tricky if you’ve never done one. But once you get the maneuver down, you’ll never not want to use it.” I chuckle and am pleased to see the corners of her lips tug up into a grin as well.
I shift into first and take off at a slow speed, turning around and getting back on the track.
“Relax,” I remind Keaton when I feel her grip tighten on my wrist.
After a deep breath, she manages to loosen up a bit, and I pull onto the track and speed up. We go through turn after turn, shifting and braking with ease, but as soon as the hairpin approaches, I gas it and pray that she doesn’t freak out in my lap and cause me to spin out off the track.
“Watch,” is all I say before I down shift and brake, turning the wheel just enough to get the ass end to come around. Then, right as I feel it start to pull, I feed into the turn and shift, gassing it up and pulling out into the straightaway.
“Like that,” I say, driving through the remainder of the track until we’ve made a full circuit.
“Do it again,” is all she says, and I do.
Her request and my acquiescence. Something I’m sure I’ll become all too familiar with in the future, because if I have any say, there will most definitely be a future.
We do three more laps before she speaks again.
“Okay, my turn.”
“It’s all you, Princess,” I say and let her take the wheel.
Sure, I could have pulled over and gotten in the passenger seat, or taken her back to grab her car, but we’re here now, so why not?
She takes over and I sit back and observe. It’s honestly one of the most exhilarating things, to be behind the wheel of a car and have zero control. To trust that everything is going to be alright and just going along for the ride.
Keaton sails through each turn with ease, never a need to over correct or pull back, and then we approach the hairpin, and I tense in anticipation.
She’s got this.
Her hand tightens on the stick shift, and I watch in satisfaction as she makes the turn, timing on point and redirection damn near flawless.
“Fuck yeah,” I cheer, wrapping my arms tightly around her middle, her laughter filling the inside of the car as well as my chest.
I’ve never felt pride like this before. Not for someone else. It’s strange and amazing all at the same time. I was able to teach her something, and she understood it. Not just that, but she executed it in my damn lap.
I feel like I’m soaring.
Keaton pulls up beside the other car and cuts the engine before releasing the seat belt and turning halfway in my lap to take my face in her hands. Her lips come down over mine, hot and hard, her tongue slipping into my mouth, and I match her stroke for stroke.
When she pulls back, I smile widely, resting my forehead against hers as she catches her breath.
“That was amazing,” she says finally.
“I knew you could do it,” I say, leaning in and kissing her softly once more.
