Now that he’d slowed down and I could actually catch my breath, I said, “So Manson and Lucas drag race…and you do this? Rally?”

“That’s right. Rally is pretty varied as a motorsport, but the main difference is that if I compete, I’m not running directly against other competitors on the same circuit. It’s still focused on reaching a destination as fast as you can, but there’s more to it than your typical drag race. Like going off road.” He smiled, taking his sunglasses off as we neared the barn. “That’s my favorite. Remind me to show you the rally competition they hold in the Isle of Man sometime. It’ll blow your mind.”

The barn doors were wide open, allowing him enough space to drive the WRX inside. Sunlight fell in pale beams through the old boards, dust motes swirling in the light as Vincent cut the engine but let the music keep playing.

He settled back in his seat, looking at me with a smile that spoke of wicked things. “I thought you were going to piss yourself by the way you were screaming back there,” he teased, and I shoved his shoulder.

“I wasn’t scared,” I said confidently. “I’m braver than you think.”

He caught my wrist and held it, keeping me drawn close toward him. “You’ve got me there. I should have known you were brave with those nipple piercings of yours. Not even Lucas is brave enough to get that done.”

“Considering Lucas shoved a needle through his dick, I doubt he’d have a problem getting his nipples pierced,” I said. Vincent leaned toward me; his smirking mouth hovering dangerously close to mine as he held my wrist captive.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” he said. His thumb was rubbing slow circles on the back of my hand. “You didn’t see him when he got it pierced. He’s actually terrified of needles.”

“Did he freak out?” I laughed. “Come on, you’re messing with me.”

But he shook his head. “Nope, I’m not even exaggerating. He was a mess and I got it all on video.”

Oh. I needed that.

“You have to show me.” I leaned closer and let my exhale touch his lips. Arousal was coiled in my abdomen like a serpent in the sun. Tight, warm, ready to strike.

“Oh, I can,” he said. His fingers brushed my arm and his green eyes fixated on my lips. “For the right price.”

“Price…” I echoed. I brushed his hair back, intentionally keeping the touch of my nails as light as possible on his skin. He shivered, and it made me smile. “I feel like I already owe you such a debt…”