Fast and Loaded: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Roxy Sinclaire

know what you are. A good for nothing, cheating, pathetic excuse for a racer. A real man would settle this on the track.”
    He glared at her and took a step toward her. Instantly, the entire bar rose and moved a little closer. Luke looked around, knowing if he made a move to hurt her, he would be leaving the bar in a body bag instead.
    “I don’t need to race him on the track to know I am better—and my car is too,” he replied weakly.
    “Then prove it,” pushed Amber. “Right here, right now.”
    “Racing outside of the Nevada Grand is grounds to get you disqualified,” said Luke.
    Amber laughed at him, and it was a sight to see. Her head tossed back and her long hair flowed down her back. The skin tight jeans she was wearing jiggled her rear, and her breasts bounced up and down. If there was anyone in the bar not watching the scene in front of me unfold, they were after that moment. You couldn’t look away; her beauty and fire were captivating.
    “You really are a chicken-shit! Maybe we should get you another glass of milk and send you home to bed. I’m sure you can find some woman with low standards to tuck you in like the baby you are!” Amber exclaimed.
    I burst out laughing along with the rest of the bar. She had put him in his place, and it was one of the most amusing things I had ever seen before. I wasn’t even sure that I could match her quick wit and endless banter. I could tell that Luke knew he was backed into a corner. If he left the bar without racing me, he would be the laughing stock of the racing community for years to come. Put in his place by a little woman.
    “You want to race to prove I’m better?” he hissed at Amber. “Then fine. Let’s go.”
    The bar went up in cheers as everyone started to race outside to watch the illegal race. I didn’t realize until that moment that I was going to have to be the one out there driving. I had been so engrossed by Amber’s sharp tongue, that I hadn’t really been paying attention. When we were among the last people still in the building, she came over to me and smiled, putting her hand on mine.
    “Are you sure about this?” I asked her nervously.
    “Of course, I am Desmond. You are the best driver I have ever met, why are you worried about it?” asked Amber.
    I shook my head, “No reason I guess, I know it’s the only way to shut him up once and for all. Plus, with you as my mechanic, nothing can stop us.”
    “Have you raced at night before?” she asked me.
    I nodded my head. “I actually prefer to drive at night. The darkness just swallows you whole, making you feel like you are in a different world all together. It’s comforting and thrilling at the same time. You can never be sure of what’s coming next.”
    “Then what are you worried about?” she asked me.
    “What if he’s got another trick up his sleeve?” I replied quietly.
    “Anything he sends our way, we can handle together, right?” Amber said.
    My heart jumped at her words. Taking her chin in my hand, I tilted her face up to mine and kissed her softly. I wanted more, but I knew that it would need to wait. I had a race to win.
    “Together,” I whispered before gently kissing her one last time.
    Hand in hand, we made our way to the door where the crowd of people were already waiting to see who would win the race. I knew that I was taking a gamble but with Amber at my side, what could go wrong?

14

Amber
    I knew that Desmond could beat Luke with his eyes closed. Still, with the alcohol coursing through my veins I had to wonder if this was really the best way to settle things or if I had just been trying to show up that wicked man the whole time. I did know that Desmond hadn’t been drinking, so surely he would have stopped the race if he thought it was a bad idea. I trusted him to make the decisions that needed to be made.
    “Alright boys, you want a real race, so I am going to give you one. The track is going to be five miles. You are going to follow route seven