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High Speed Hunger
Book: High Speed Hunger Read Online Free
Author: BL Bonita
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Interracial, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Erotic Romance, racing, sprint car
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didn't need to know her life unraveled, like a frayed rope, a bit more each day.
    Ty stepped closer and bent to kiss her. Shocked, realizing his intention, Eileen turned her face, but his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. Instant heat spiked through her. She exhaled nervously, wanting to turn back and kiss him. But she couldn't. She wouldn't cheat on Bobby.
    Ty pulled away. "I'm sorry. I—never mind." And he walked away, leaving her there, leaning against her car. She stared after him, wondering what it would feel like to give in and possibly learn what he meant the other day. If you were my girl, you'd never have to wonder what I cherish most.
    When the bar door closed behind him, she decided to ignore the attraction she felt. As much as the thought of being with him entered her mind more and more each day, she couldn't act on it. Bad enough she'd slept with and dated her lead driver, redoing her love life all over again with a crew guy seemed worse.
    She made her way to the driver's side of the car and got in. Pop's loud snores and whiskey breath filled the confined space. She turned on the ignition and slammed the beast into gear, squealing the tires as she sped out of the parking lot.
    Pop swayed in his seat, knocking his head against her shoulder when she took a sharp turn. He grumbled and pushed himself upright. "Where you takin' me, LeeLee? Is it racing time? Show me what ya got . . . ." He gagged on that last word.
    Eileen cringed. "Please don't puke, Pop. I'm taking you home to bed."
    He crossed his arms and made a face like a petulant child. "I don't want to."
    She laughed. "Why?"
    "Because your mother— hiccup —isn't there."
    Eileen glanced at him, and for the first time in a long time, she was reminded of how lonely he must be. After her mother had died, he became a different person. He retired from driving and lost the passion for the business as he once did. It hurt her to think what he must be feeling.
    "You should go out more often, Pop. Start dating. I know you miss Ma. Hell, I miss her too, but we have to keep living just as she would want us."
    "Bah." He swung his hand out and the tip of his fingers hooked into her loop earring. The stud ripped out and stars burst before her eyes.
    Eileen screamed and swerved. Pain unlike anything she'd felt before burned through her skull. The car spun around, fishtailing on the pavement until they came to a sudden stop against the curb. Vehicles rushed past, honking wildly.
    She grit her teeth, trying to ignore the pain in her ear. Her heart pounded and her white-knuckled grip clung to the steering wheel.
    "What you go and do that for? Oh, shit." Pop fumbled in the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out his hanky. He pressed it against her ear. "I'm so sorry, baby.
    Fuckin' hell."
    "It's okay, Pop; it was an accident."
    As her father kept pressure against her ear they stared at each other. His blue eyes were wide, glistening with tears. "See what I gone and done now?" His chin quivered. "Maybe that Ty boy was right. I should listen to you."
    She couldn't help smiling although it was a little forced with her ear stinging and pounding with pain. "That would be nice, Pop. I'm only trying to look out for you."
    "I know, and I know I don't pay you enough attention, LeeLee. But I love you, and I'm proud of you. Without you I woulda gone and killed myself drunk after your mother left us."
    The way he said 'left us' sounded like she simply packed up and left one day. She bit back a sob. She didn't want to think about what could've happened. All that mattered was that they still had each other. "I know, Pop. That's why I want you to slow down. We have a racing team to run."
    A stunning smile lit his face, making the deep lines around his mouth more prominent. "I know, baby girl, but I want you to be happy too. Racing isn't everything."
    Tears filled her eyes. Happy wasn't in her vocabulary these days. "I want you to be happy too. What about that mail lady? I see the way
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