The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: WINNING THE RACE

Abigail

The roar of engines vibrated through my entire body as we stood at the edge of the pit lane.

The night air was thick with the smell of burning rubber, fuel, and pure adrenaline so thick I could almost bite into it.

Angel, River, and Annette had gone to sit with Arthur. Eric was being geared up by two women, though they seemed far more interested in feeling him out than actually helping him into his equipment.

He shot me a grin before yanking down his helmet. "I’m going to wipe the floor with your boyfriend!"

"Yeah, that’s right," Henry yelled, hanging off the passenger side of Eric’s sports car, brows furrowed in mock outrage. "Get ready to eat dust, you usurper!"

"Oh, please," I scoffed, sliding the arm pad onto my arm. "We—" I gestured to Finnegan beside me, who looked devastatingly good in his racing suit. "—are going to crush both of you."

"I’ll make you regret throwing me away for her, Finnegan," Henry shot back.

"Oh, like sitting in the passenger seat is going to help Eric in any way," River called from the bleachers, pulling laughter from everyone.

Henry had been pretty put out that I was going to be Finnegan’s partner in the race. Bright floodlights bathed the track, making the asphalt gleam in the night.

My heart was already racing and we hadn’t even started yet. Okay, maybe asking to be his racing partner had been a stretch, but we had raced each other back in Santiago — this was child’s play compared to that.

Finnegan looked devastating in his black racing suit, the material pulled tight across his powerful frame. I helped him zip it up, my fingers lingering on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the fabric.

"You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "It’s not a joyride, Abigail. It’s fast and it’s dangerous."

I rose on my tiptoes and kissed him hard. "I want to feel all of it with you."

He groaned softly, pulling me in for one more kiss before we climbed into the sleek, low-slung race car built by Wolfe Corporation.

At least now I understood why he personally tested every vehicle they produced. He was a professional at this.

Finnegan helped settle the helmet onto my head. It sat heavy, but the moment I buckled in beside him, a wild thrill tore through me.

Getting pulled into an actual race was not on my bingo card this year, yet here we were.

"All racers, on your mark."

The small crowd around the track erupted. The engine rumbled beneath us. Finnegan glanced over, tilting his head. "Ready?"

"Oh, come on, I’m always fucking read-"

The flag dropped. The car launched forward like something unleashed, the acceleration slamming me back into my seat and stealing every last breath from my lungs.

Finnegan’s hands locked on the wheel, his body coiled with focus as he carved through the first turn at a terrifying speed. The tires screamed, the engine howled, and everything outside blurred into streaks of light.

"Oh my God!" I shouted, half terrified, half delirious. My hands dug into the harness as we tore down the straight. "Finnegan, this is insane!"

He let out a low, thrilling laugh that sent heat pooling straight between my thighs. "You wanted this, baby. Hold on."

He threw the car into a sharp curve. It drifted, tires biting and skidding as he pushed harder. My heart hammered so violently I could feel it pulsing in my throat.

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