Raw excitement buzzed in the air.To him, this was living.Not uptight parties where the food sucked but cost an arm and a leg and the music could put you to sleep.
The moment the three of them had shared in the locker room wasn’t far from Dylan’s mind either.Lucas Fox was sexy in a commanding, dignified way that made Dylan want to either conquer him or kneel down and suck his cock.He wasn’t quite sure which one he’d choose.
And Brooklyn Foster?Damn.She’d had him hard and straight as a rear axle with her unexpected little strip show.The whole time she’d been acting innocent too, as if she didn’t know or care what affect she was having on both of them.She might’ve been begging for their attention right then, but hell, he wasn’t going to complain.She’d surprised him, and he loved it.
Speaking of which, at the moment, Dr.Brooklyn was so filled with apprehension and excitement that she didn’t seem to know what to do with herself.But he had a few ideas, didn’t he?
“Now,” Dylan told Lucas.“Just ease the clutch out.It’s a real simple setup.Nothing complicated.The hubs are already locked, but you’ll need to use the four-wheel-drive out in the desert runs.We haven’t had rain lately, so there won’t be mud.But we’re going to do some rock crawling, and it’ll be easier if you use the four-wheel drive.”
“Got it.”Lucas put the clutch in and skillfully eased the truck into gear.Lucas didn’t seem to be a guy who backed down from a challenge.Maybe he was one of those rich dudes who actually earned their fortune instead of inheriting it.
His skill with a clutch was a relief for Dylan.Then again, this was a guy who raced around in a Bugatti and probably had a hundred other cars to choose from at his mansion or palace or whatever.He was bound to have a manual transmission in that collection somewhere.
Lucas eased Bubba out of the parking area toward the track entrance.Dylan pointed out the lights.Lucas reached for the switch to flip on the KC lights on the bar across the roof.The same switch flipped on the panel of lights attached to the steel grille in front of the headlights too.
“Oh, my word!”Brooklyn gasped as the brilliance flooded the desert in front of them.“I bet you can see this thing from space!”
Dylan grinned.“We’re glowing like an angel.You having fun yet, beautiful?Or do we have to go faster?”
“Not too fast!”she said, but she was laughing too.Not a stiff laugh, either.Arealone.The sheer difference in the sound was enough to make Dylan even more determined to get what he wanted.
He always chased after what he wanted.Whether it was a truck or a racing title or a certain track record.Life was too short not to go after what really mattered and give it one hundred percent effort.
And in Dylan’s world right now, he wanted nothing more than to have both Lucas Fox and Brooklyn Foster sharing his bed.Hell, it was a crazy fantasy.He knew it.But damn if it didn’t seem like the hottest possibility he’d ever dreamed up.
He wanted both of them.At the same time.The three of them sharing the sort of intense passion that much of the mundane world never was lucky enough to experience.It was going to be hot and heavy, and he would enjoy every second of it.
And if he had his way, so would they.
CHAPTER FIVE
If Brooklyn gripped the “oh shit” handle any harder, she was likely to rip it off.She’d never been so terrified and exhilarated before in her life.
She should never have come.This was crazy.But she couldn’t help but give a whoop of pure joy as the truck hit some air.Not too much—a couple of feet at most—but when they slammed down again and kept right on racing, her heart was pounding fit to burst.
It was as if she’d been removed from this kind of raw, visceral living for so long that when she suddenly found herself immersed in it once again, her mind and body didn’t know what to do with the flood of sensory information.It was overload, and she loved every single second of it.
“That’s it,” Dylan urged.They had moved off a dirt track into a jouncy area with more pits and rocks and slopes.“Just ease the tranny back into second.That should get us up over this section.You should be able to feel the way the tires grab in the steering.”
He was talking to Lucas, but that didn’t matter.Brooklyn loved the sound of Dylan’s voice as he gave instructions.He never got upset.Everything was always fine.Just fine.And for some reason, the certainty in his tone soothed her fears in ways she hadn’t known possible.
She should’ve been more terrified, yelling for them to take her back to the clubhouse.Her mind realized this.But instead, she was so excited she was nearly breathless.
The view through the windshield changed as Lucas steered the truck up a rocky slope.The landscape was filled with hills, dunes, and craggy plateaus that rose out of nowhere in the darkness.The rocks gradually took shape, each bit of road unfolding only as quickly as the truck’s lights could reach it.
Lucas’s hands were clenched on the steering wheel as he piloted them over rocks that shouldn’t have been navigable.As much as Brooklyn hated to admit it, she admired his guts.He remained perfectly at ease no matter what suddenly appeared in front of them.With a few instructions from Dylan, Lucas fearlessly took on any challenge.It was something Brooklyn could not help but wonder at.This rich, distractingly handsome bastard who’d made her last week hell by continually lingering in her mind didn’t hesitate to charge out there andlive.
“Damn!”Lucas said.“Look at the size of that.Do I go around?”
“Nah.”Dylan had a huge grin on his face.“Hug the left side on this one.Straddle it.Go up on the bank.We’ll be fine.”
The vehicle lurched as they entered what appeared to be an enormous washout area.The tire tracks suddenly seemed to disappear into two cavernous ruts pitted with rocks.Lucas smoothly guided the truck to the left of the obstacle.The huge tires seemed glued to the terrain as the Bronco crawled up onto the left bank with its right side tires perched between the ruts.Brooklyn’s perspective shifted violently as the whole truck went up on two wheels.
She gave an involuntary squeak as Lucas hit the accelerator to increase their momentum.The Bronco plugged its way up and through.Her body was pressed against Dylan’s firm body.There was absolutely no trying to stay in her spot with all the jostling, despite the harnesses.She’d given up on the idea of personal space twenty minutes ago.There wasn’t much room in the cab for three adults, especially with two of them being men.The guys didn’t seem to mind.But now the only thing keeping her from tumbling into Dylan’s lap was her five-point harness.
“Hello, there, Doc,” Dylan said in a low voice filled with good-natured humor.“If I’d known this was all it would take to get you to fall for me, I’d have had Bubba up on two wheels an hour ago.”
Brooklyn didn’t know whether to laugh or hit him.“I’m sorry.I can’t—oof!”
