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

all the way through. No tourists around here this time of year so the coast should be clear. It brings you in a loop right back to here,” I said to them both. “Now, I am going to tell you both to fight fair, but we all know who I am talking to.”
    The crowd erupted in agreement and Luke’s face flushed a deep red. I was thrilled by his embarrassment. He deserved it after all the stunts he had pulled on Desmond. Tonight would shut him up though once and for all. I knew Theresa and she could whip his sad little ride any day of the week. Especially with all of the upgrades and modifications I had done.
    “One more thing,” I said with a taunting smile on my face. “The winner is declared the ultimate driver and as punishment, the entire losing team will have to wash the winner’s car while wearing bikinis.”
    They looked at me, stunned into silence before everyone started to cheer for the decision. They had no choice but to comply. Otherwise, they would both look like fools for doubting their diving abilities. When they agreed, I nodded for them to get into their cars.
    Both men climbed into their cars and started the engines. It didn’t take long before they were showing off and revving them up. I paced myself about fifteen feet away from them and unsnapped my bra.
    Desmond smiled and shook his head while the people behind the cars whistled. Pulling it out of my shirt, I held it up in the air. They knew the drill; when the flag, or my bra in this case, fell, the race started.
    I looked at Luke, and he nodded his head. Then I turned to Desmond, and he did the same thing. I started to count down from five. When I reached one, I dropped my arm, the “flag” falling from the air. Both men’s tires squealed as they peeled past me, looking for the road ahead. I turned and watched them disappear into the night. It didn’t take long before a few backyard racers were hot on their trails, eager to give an update via radio to the patrons at the bar.
    Just as they disappeared into the night, I felt a cold chill run down my body as the wind started to pick up. It was the same wind that anyone anywhere in the world would recognize. The sudden breeze carried in the scent of the coming storm. I prayed that the drivers would make it back before it started.
    There weren’t many things as dangerous as slick roads at high speeds in the dead of the night. I had known many skilled drivers that came damn close to losing their lives because of similar conditions.
    “Don’t worry about them Amber,” Curtis, one of my crew, said. “Desmond knows what he’s doing. He’s not going to do anything to risk Theresa, not even for his reputation.”
    I smiled at him, “I hope you’re right Curtis.”
    He walked away, back into the bar where the other patrons were refueling until the drivers returned. I stayed outside, watching for the headlights I knew would show up soon. After several minutes, I started to become worried.
    The trail was hard, but it shouldn’t be taking them so long to get back. If someone had been hurt, hopefully, the other driver would stop. I knew Desmond would, but I couldn’t be sure about Luke.
    My heart began to race; something had to be wrong for them to still be gone. I couldn’t stop myself from pacing back and forth. Each time I glanced up, my mind played tricks on me, and I thought I saw headlights. There was never anything coming down the road though. As the minutes dragged by, my concern turned to pure fear.
    “Amber,” said Curtis, poking his head outside. “They caught the storm, but it’s not a regular storm. It’s a sandstorm.”
    “Shit,” I muttered. I didn’t know anything about sandstorms; we didn’t get them where I was from. We got snow, rain, and ice, but no sand. How bad could it really be? It was only sand.
    “I take it that’s bad?” I asked Curtis.
    He nodded his head, “It’s hell on cars. The best of cars can get torn to shreds in no time flat. Other cars make it out but