Pitbabe S2, Chapter 28 pg 8

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 28 pg 8

   Even inside a car screaming at top speed, I felt like I was locking eyes with him. The car surged forward, but my body slowed, weightless, like I was floating in the vast, silent void of space. I could taste and smell victory before my wheels even touched the finish line. Pride, praise, and acceptance stood before me, all because I knew his gaze was fixed on me.

   Just me.

   

   BABE: 

   This feeling was even bigger than my first day with Charlie.

   It’s the same thrill, but its pattern is different, just like other feelings. Even if they share the same name, their essence hides a multitude of meanings. My initial feelings for him were sharp, straight lines, splashed with vibrant colors. Over time, they morphed into other forms, shaped by the depth and rhythm of our relationship. There were solid straight lines, rainbow curves, and even freeform strokes with no direction. Soft pinks and yellows on easy days when we’d bicker a little but mostly tease and flirt. Bright red on days we fought so fiercely we couldn’t even look at each other. Pale blue fading to gray on days when we didn’t understand each other but couldn’t find words to say. And pitch black on the days I had to accept that tomorrow, the colors of a new day would only be mine, with none of his to brighten them anymore.

   But tonight, those colors returned in full force. Not as loud as the first day, not primary colors, but hues blended to perfection. The lines danced with intricate freedom and beauty. I love this thrill—it’s my favorite since I first felt the excitement from the man named Charlie. My heart soared when he rushed to hug me before the front door even closed. Without pausing to talk, Charlie kissed me like he’d been holding back for ages, even though he’d just finished racing moments ago. Was he thinking about doing this with me the whole time he was on the track?

   Come to think of it… that thought feels pretty good.

   “Whoa!”

   I let out a soft yelp as he pushed me onto the bed with force. It’s rare for Charlie to use this much strength with me—he’s too gentle by nature to be rough instinctively. But he knows how much I crave his intensity, so he brings it out at the right moments to satisfy my desires, which differ from his and seem endless.

   Charlie shrugged off his outer jacket and tossed it aside, but then, as if performing a magic trick, countless gray bills fluttered through the air, scattering across the bed and raining down on me. I’ve been around plenty of money before, but this is the first time I’ve literally been lying in a pile of it, like the protagonist in a heist movie.

   “What’s this?” I laughed, grabbing handfuls of cash and tossing them playfully. This was the prize money Charlie won from his victory an hour ago. He crossed the finish line first, winning so decisively it was obvious to the naked eye, which is why he came back with stacks of cash like this. “Showing off your wealth?”

   “I forgot I stuffed the money in my jacket,” Charlie chuckled. He didn’t seem to care about the cash scattered on the bed at all. If there was something else catching his eye, it was probably the guy lying in the pile of money—me. Why else would he crawl up to straddle me instead of picking up the bills, right? “But it looks pretty good like this, doesn’t it?”

   “What, the money?”

   “Babe,” the handsome guy said sweetly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips, lingering briefly before pulling back. “You look insanely sexy lying on a pile of cash.”

   “You get off on the weirdest things, don’t you?”

   “There’s weirder stuff than this.”

   Charlie’s kisses were so sweet I didn’t know how to stop them. The longer they went on, the harder it was to breathe, but the thought of pulling away felt like a death sentence. His large hands roamed my body, feeling like he had ten of them, touching, squeezing, and caressing everywhere. They ignited a fire in me, making me burn as if we hadn’t touched in forever, even though, in reality, we’d only left this bed a few hours ago.

   I flipped over to be on top, pinning Zali down flat on the bed covered with gray papers. My hips pressed against his aroused manhood, stirred by just a few minutes of kissing and teasing touches.

   I leaned down, dragging my tongue along his sharp jawline, nipping his earlobe, kissing and playfully biting the skin of his neck, all while grinding my lower body against him, making sure that excited part didn’t feel neglected.

   “Mmm…”

   Charlie let out a throaty hum, his face looking like he was floating in a heaven of his own making. His eyes, gazing at me, were dripping with desire and need. I love that look of his the most, and knowing he could never look at anyone else with such deep affection makes me want to give him everything I have—not just fame, money, or possessions, but every part of me: my body, flesh, heart, and soul. I’d gladly hand it all over as long as he keeps making me believe I’ll be the only human he ever looks at like this forever.

   “What do you want as a reward… my champ?” I asked softly, playing with the tip of his chin.

   “What reward?”

   “For winning the race.”

   “I already got the money,” Charlie replied, his hands firmly squeezing my backside.

   “Doesn’t count.”

   “I’ve got you too.”

   “That doesn’t count either.”

   I kissed him, again and again, not knowing how to stop. “You already have me.”

   “That’s enough for me,” he said.

   “No way.”

   I rejected his modesty.

   “I want to give you a reward.”

   My mouth said I wanted to reward Charlie, but my heart was pounding like I was the one getting the prize. It’s a strange feeling, hard to explain, but I love it when Charlie asks something of me. The higher the stakes, the rarer or harder it is, the more thrilled I get, my whole body buzzing with joy. And the ultimate high, like reaching climax, comes when I hand it to him with my own hands.

   “Ask quick… anything,” I whispered in his ear, picking up the pace with my hips. I moved over him as if we were actually making love, even though we were still almost fully clothed. Sure, the satisfaction wasn’t the same as the real thing, but the thrill was no joke. “Just ask… I’ll give you anything.”

   Charlie was breathing heavily. He locked eyes with me, his lips slightly parted, letting air in to ease the tension in his body. But I knew it wouldn’t help much. As long as I was here, Charlie would never catch a full breath.

   “I… want a new car.”

   There’s his answer.

   Finally, Charlie spoke up and asked.

   “A car… what model?” I asked, my lips close to his.

   “RX… 7.”

   Charlie’s voice was shaky. I froze for a moment, because the model he mentioned wasn’t even remotely on my radar.

   “Mazda?”

   “Yeah,” Charlie met my eyes, confirming his answer. “I want it.”

   I could kind of picture what he was after, but I couldn’t help feeling surprised that he’d pick an old Japanese car over a shiny new supercar. He knew I could get him anything, no matter the cost, yet he chose a model whose top spec wouldn’t even hit five million.

   “Are you asking to be polite or something?”

   “No way. I really want it,” Charlie insisted, his hands slowly slipping under my t-shirt. “I’ve been looking for a long time, but I haven’t found a model that’s perfect and catches my eye.”

   “Why ask for something so cheap… I thought this time you’d want a Ferrari.”

   “The fantasy’s different,” he said with a sly grin. “I can picture Babe with a Ferrari, and it’s cool, but Babe with an RX…”

   His eyes roamed over me, lips pursed slightly, as if he was trying to rein in his imagination from running too wild in a situation where he couldn’t yet make that fantasy real.

   “So, what, you want me to buy it and drive it myself?”

   “No, I’ll drive,” Charlie shot back instantly. His hands moved from my back to the waistband of my pants, fingers slipping inside, starting to tease as they pleased. “I wasn’t picturing Babe driving at all, more like…”

   He didn’t need to finish the sentence for me to fully grasp what Charlie’s fantasy was.

   An old Japanese car, Tokyo Drift, and me.

   Charlie never stopped surprising me.

   “And not just factory-tuned, okay? I want a VeilSide Fortune, engine with a turbo, fully modded, as powerful as the machine can handle.”

   “Three days max.”

   No reason to say no. Sure, I was surprised, but since I’d promised to give him anything, I’d make sure to get him exactly what my love specified, in the shortest time my connections and money could manage. And when that dream car pulled up in front of the house, Charlie’s excited expression would be the most rewarding payoff.

   “Thanks,” Charlie said, planting a heated kiss on the crook of my neck.

   “Don’t thank me yet.”

   I kissed him back… in the same spot.

   “Wait till I test it for you, then you can thank me with that sweet voice, alright?”

   

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