“Terrifying. I nearly hit a fire hydrant in the first ten seconds. I went around and around in a parking lot, and after a few minutes, I started to relax. I wasn’t thinking about what happened to me. I wasn’t focusing on all the bad stuff anymore. I had something better.”
I run my hands over the linoleum tabletop, feeling that first steering wheel all over again.
“How long did you drive?”
“Hours. Seriously. Raf let me go, he didn’t say a word, just sat there and let me drive. I left the parking lot after like thirty minutes, and from there, it was like slipping my hand into a glove. I was locked in. I could go anywhere. Nobody could stop me. Nothing could get in my way. I’m always chasing that first drive. The feeling of pure freedom going straight into my veins.” I sigh, tilting my head back with a psycho grin. “It was bliss.”
“What happened after that?”
“I crashed the fucking thing.”
He barks a laugh, looking astonished. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope, I’m serious. It was like two minutes from the garage too. I made a stupid decision and went when I should have waited, and I ended up smashing through a fence and straight into a tree. Luckily, we were going like twelve miles an hour at most, but the front end was trashed, and Raf waspissed.”
“Bet you’re still living that one down.”
“Oh, absolutely. But the best part is he forced me to learn how to fix it.”
Luca nods slowly and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest. “And that’s how you got the bug.”
“That’s how I got the bug,” I echo, nodding along. “Raf didn’t do it on purpose. I think he just wanted to punish me for being an idiot. But the second I stepped foot in that garage and started taking something broken and making it whole again, I was straight uphooked. I’ve been rebuilding cars ever since.”
“That’s a good story,” he says softly, looking like he really means it. “You found something meaningful. A lot of people never get that.”
“I know they’re just cars. But when I can take something wrecked and worthless, and make it whole again—” I stop myself and finish my drink, leaving the last part unspoken.
It proves that maybe one day, I can be whole again too.
“We got a lot of light left,” he says, peering outside. “You want to keep going? I don’t have to get this thing back until tonight.”
“Fuck, yes.” I stand up and stretch. “Think you can handle more?”
“I’m absolutely sure I can.”
Luca pays, and we head back out to the car. There’s nobody else around. We’re alone in the Spider, and I stare at the ignition for a second before turning to him.
Then I throw myself across the seat again and kiss him like a maniac.
I don’t stop this time. I’m not thinking anymore. No more analyzing and worry. There’s no baby, no marriage, notomorrow. It’s just me and Luca in a car I love, and that’s enough. There’s just right now.
I fumble with his belt. He laughs as he takes off my jeans. It’s cramped and not easy, and anyone could walk back and catch us. I don’t give a shit. He’s so hard it hurts when I finally get him inside me. I kiss him and bite his lower lip, and the whole car shakes and the suspension creaks as he fucks me. I ride him hard, arching down along his shaft, wanting him inside me so bad I’m willing to do anything for it.
“Stay in me,” I whisper, grinding as pleasure rips into my core. “Stay deep in me.”
“I’m all in you, baby,” he moans back. “Every inch of me. All of me. Fuck, Fio, I need this.”
“I need this too.”
We fuck like idiots, grinding and crashing into each other, mouths meeting and breaking apart. I gasp and moan and whimper as his tongue rolls against mine and his cock spreads me apart, and I don’t last long. Fear from getting caught, adrenaline from taking his dick in a car like this, it completely wrecks me.
I shatter on him. I come apart, and he doesn’t stop. He holds my hips and tells me I’m pretty and I’m a good girl and I’m all his, and I believe every single damn word he says as he comes too, filling me to the brim.
“Well, fuck,” I whisper, kissing him as we both breathe hard. He holds me tight against him.
“Yeah. Same.”
I don’t know how long we stay like that. A few minutes, at least, until one of those locals comes out the back. He’s in ratty jeans and a jean vest, and he limps along the parking lot, pausing only to squint over in our direction. I look back at him over my shoulder, and Luca gently slides me from his lap and places me back into the driver’s seat.
