Of course, the first thing Kye needed to do before heading to the track was stop at the diner for a strawberry milkshake.

“I think you are addicted to these things,” I said, grabbing it from him to take a sip.

“And? They are fucking delicious.”

“And I’m just saying you are addicted. We are running late, but you still had to stop for it,” I said, laughing now.

He looked over, smiling as he reached to take it back.

Before he could grab it, a car pulled out on the winding road, making me scream as he looked out the windshield.

He slammed the brakes, the tires locking up as he jerked the car to the left. We finally came to a screeching stop, missing the other car by inches.

“Kye!” I yelled. I had still been holding his milkshake, the contents of which were now covering everything from my chin down.

His eyes went wide when he looked at me, until he started laughing. He kept laughing as he pulled off to the side of the road.

“I’m sorry, Daze. He shouldn’t have pulled out. I had to stop.”

“That’s fine, but can you please get this off of me?”

He pulled off the harness and leaned over, carefully trying to pull mine off.

“My milkshake,” he said with a small laugh.

“You can get another one. Just clean me off.”

“Oh. If you insist…” He leaned over, licking at my chest. “Mmm, still delicious.”

Then he crawled over, hitting the release for my seat until I was laying flat, and he came over me. His tongue roamed, running over my neck, to my shoulders, to my chest, where he stopped to pull down the top of my dress.

“Did you always taste this good?”

I laughed. “Kye, your seat. It’s everywhere.”

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t care…about your car?”

“Wreck my car. Burn it. I’ll buy new seats. I don’t care. I’m not stopping what I’m doing right this second.”

He pulled off his shirt and flipped us until I was on top of him. His hands moved so fast that I couldn’t keep up. His eyes almost glazed over, the feral look back as he pulled at my underwear.

I didn’t think I would ever get over that look. The world could be falling apart around us, and all Kye’s unwavering attention would be on me.

“Are you trying to fuck me?” I asked, my voice low as he still worked on moving clothes out of the way.

“Yes. Move these damn things. Get them off before I rip them off,” he said, pulling at my underwear. I moved until I could slide them down and came back over him.

His jeans were still on, and I ground my hips down before he could unbutton them.

The groan that came from him was worth the wait. I kept moving, grinding against him harder.

“Could you fuck me hard?” I asked.

“Daisy,” he growled, trying to push me up so he could free his cock.

“I want it how you like it. All teeth and nails and bruising force. I want to feel you buried in me, losing your mind.”

I shrieked as he kicked open the door, lifting me up with him as he got out.

“Kye, what are you doing? I’m half naked,” I yelled.

“Fuck if I care. There’s no one else out here now,” he said, throwing his hoodie onto the hood of the car and putting me on top of it. His hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me to him, and in seconds, he was filling me. “They can see. I spent years with my pain on display to the world and they didn’t care. Why can’t I show my pleasure?”

A wave of pleasure rolled through me and I moaned. There was no time to take it in, though, as Kye pulled, holding my hips and legs up until he was thrusting into me. His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging in, and he moved me.

It was desperate and wild, and I loved every second. Every part of me loved it, my body climbing higher and higher as I got closer. I looked up at him, his hair a mess and eyes still trained on me. His fingers moved over my clit, sending me over the edge so fast I yelled, my body clenching around him.

He kept moving until he groaned and pulled me tight against him.

“That somehow gets better each time,” he said, breathing hard.

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.”

I adjusted my dress, getting it straightened just as a car came over the hill behind us.

“Perfect timing,” Kye said, turning the car on and getting ready to pull out.

Before he could, the red and blue lights flashed behind us.

“Or not,” he said, slowing back down.

“Dammit,” I said, making sure my clothes were straight and searching for the jacket I had brought with me. “What if it’s my dad?”

“What if it’s someone else?”

“What if it’s him and this is how he finds out?”

Kye started laughing and leaned back, obviously too relaxed about this. “That would be pretty hilarious.”

“No, Kye. No, it would not.” I took a deep breath and said something I never thought I would have. “Go.”

“What?”

“Go! You run from him all the time, do it now. Go!” I yelled.