RickI had no sense of time when I woke up on Sunday morning. It was day, but the light streaming through the partially open curtains was gray and dull, promising a gloomy day. Rain pattered against the window, and I knew that was what had woken me. With every passing minute that I lay on my back with my eyes closed, it rained harder.It was a soothing thing to wake up to.I’d slept well. Better than I expected, given the condition of my body.I lifted a hand to press gingerly at my ribs on my right side. There was pain, sure, but it wasn’t the intense, burning, sharp pain that it had been yesterday.I opened my eyes and lifted my head to inspect the bruise. It was dark purple with yellowing around the edges. Just a normal bruise.My head was aching horribly, but that was to be expected after the couple punches I’d taken. My lip didn’t feel swollen anymore. Overall, I felt better than I thought I would.I owed that to Harley.She’d been a fucking rock star last night, both in dealing

HarleyI hadn’t wanted to leave Rick’s place on Sunday afternoon. He was still hurt, with a messed-up side and a headache, but he assured me he was just fine and that I couldn’t cancel the plans I’d made to go for dinner and drinks with Charlie and Laina that evening.So, after some vigorous sex in his bed and then more in the shower, he dropped me and my registration equipment at my apartment so I could get ready.Now I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to find my favorite cardigan. Laina and Charlie were waiting for me outside. Laina had offered to drive, and Charlie and I had jumped at the offer. I was holding us up.I gave up hunting for my sweater and opted for a cropped denim jacket to pair with my black leggings, white sneakers, and gray V-neck. I shook out my curls one last time, slapped on some lip gloss, and left my place to rush down the stairs and out across the grass to meet them in Laina’s car.I slid into the backseat.“Took you long enough,

RickThere was one downside to being the guy seeing the race coordinator of The Streets. And that was the fact that I had to arrive at the races much earlier than I was used to—as in, before anyone else showed up.Harley had picked the location for the first race over four weeks ago and had kept it very hush-hush until this morning, when she sent out a blast communication to all the drivers and their entourages, telling them to meet down at Owl’s Head Park at midnight. She’d been pinning everything down over the week to make sure there wouldn’t be any police in the area the night of the race, and once everything was confirmed, she finalized everything.Harley and I had arrived at eleven o’clock that night. The park had cleared out long before then. There were a few cars lingering around, hosting teenagers with no other place to pull over and make out, but even they were gone by the time midnight rolled around.Harley and I set up the registration table together.It was a bit odd to be

Harley“Hold this,” I said to Charlie, who took my leather jacket from me so I could pull my red crop top off over my head.“Nice bra,” she said, pointing her chin at my boobs.“Thanks,” I said, flashing her a smile. It was the same red push-up I’d worn the other night when Rick and I had sex. Well, we’d had sex a couple more times since then over the course of the week, and I’d remembered how his eyes lit up when he saw this little number.I felt sexy in it, and I’d worn it specifically for him tonight to start the race on the right foot. I hoped he noticed the gesture.I traded the crop top for my leather jacket and shrugged back into it. I left it unzipped to show off my navel and a peek of the red bra, and then I plucked my crop top from where it dangled from her fingers.“All right,” I said, tucking the top into the back pocket of my ripped-up black jeans. “Let’s kick this bitch off. You want to come snag a good spot to stand and watch with me? I think the others are waiting for

RickHarley was waiting for me at the curb outside her apartment building when I pulled up in the Saleen at seven o’clock on Sunday night.I popped the door open for her, and she leaned over to peer in at me. “Why, hello there, handsome,” she purred. Her red-painted lips shaped every word that dripped off her tongue beautifully.I grinned. “Hop in.”Harley slid gracefully into the passenger seat and tugged her skirt down, a cute little denim number that hugged her hips and ass so well it looked like it was painted on. She’d paired it with black ankle boots, a black shirt, and her leather jacket. The red lipstick and gold earrings topped off the look.“So where are you taking me?” she asked as she reached over her shoulder to pull her seatbelt across her chest.“I thought we would go traditional tonight.”She arched an eyebrow. “Traditional, huh? What does that even mean?”“I was thinking drinks, dinner, dessert. You know, the normal romantic stuff people do.”She giggled and nodded. “