Chapter Twenty-Nine

“You gonna stick by me?”

“Maybe…”

**

“Whose idea was this again?” I muttered to myself as I leaned against my car, trying to look like I was into Amber, trying to remember how to flirt with a girl that wasn’t Letty.

“Mia’s,” she replied shortly, crossing her legs as she stared over my shoulder. “The same one who always comes up with the big plans.”

“Isn’t that Letty’s skirt?” I wondered aloud.

“Hmm?” Amber replied, distracted. “Oh. Yeah, it is. Mia and her decided I didn’t really have anything appropriate for a race whore. Not that either of them really do either, but somehow between the three of us we managed to come up with an outfit. Do I look slutty enough?”

“Let’s see,” I said, looking her up and down. “Leather skirt that’s too short on Letty, who’s at least two inches shorter than you… I don’t know if you could even call that other thing a top, it’s so little… Do you look slutty enough? Yeah, you do. Now all you have to do is come a little closer, look like you’d be willing to fuck me in the middle of the street if I wanted you to, and we’re good to go.”

“Some ladies man you are,” Amber muttered to herself, laughing a little. “You talk to Letty like that?”

“Shit, Amber,” I laughed. “You know Letty…she’s a million times raunchier than me!”

“Yeah, okay, you’re right,” she had to admit.

“Okay,” I said, reaching a hand out to grab Amber’s waist and pull her closer to me. “I guess we should just get this shit over with already.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she sighed. “But damn…do I really have to kiss you?”

“Don’t sound so excited about it, now,” I muttered.

“Sorry Dom!” she laughed. “But you know…it’s just…ick!”

“Yeah…not exactly my idea of a good time either, you know? So,” I continued, pulling her so she stood between my legs, right up against me, “the thought of kissing me’s really that bad, huh?”

“Well,” Amber replied after a few seconds, running her hands down my chest and letting them rest in my lap. “You’re not all that bad looking, I guess…but kissing you? Just…ugh.”

“Not all that bad looking?” I asked, incredulous. “Never heard that from a chick before… So…you really don’t think I’m hot?”

“Uhm…no.”

I just sat there for a second, playing with the waistband of her skirt, remembering the last time Letty’d worn it. “Well,” I finally replied. “I don’t think you’re hot either.”

“That’s good,” she replied, laughing.

“Why’s that?”

“’Cause Letty would kick your ass if she heard you say you thought another girl was hot, and you know it!”

“What’d I do to deserve this abuse?” I muttered to myself as Amber leaned into me, kissing me.

“Hey, Dom…” someone said off to the side.

“Hector!” I replied, pushing Amber away from me a little. Maybe I said his name too loud or something, ‘cause Hector took a quick step back, like he didn’t want to be the one to interrupt me. “What’s up, man? Derek show up yet?”

“Yeah, man, he just got here. So, you ready to go do this thing?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go,” I said before leaning over to kiss Amber. “I’ll see you after the race,” I growled at her, trying to act like I wasn’t cringing inside.

“So, uh…who’s the girl?” Hector asked as we walked over to meet up with the other guys and settle the terms of the race.

“Her? Oh, that’s Amber. Pretty nice piece of ass, huh?”

“Not bad, not bad,” Hector said appreciatively, looking back at her. “What happened with you and Letty, though? You two’ve been looking real serious, lately.”

“Serious? Nah, man…we weren’t serious. Just fucking around, you know how it is.”