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sex. Already, he could feel the moisture gathering. She was ready. “Damn, you are so beautiful.” He thrust hard, seating himself balls-deep in her warm channel. She closed around him, her slick warmth gripping him and welcoming him deep inside her.
    He managed to hang onto his sanity for a few more precious seconds. He pulled himself almost all the way out, then slid back in with excruciating slowness. Kalie let out a low whimper and wrapped her legs around his waist.
    That simple movement was his undoing. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Lust roiled through him as he pumped in and out of her exquisitely tight sex. She met him thrust for thrust, unintelligible sounds issuing from her throat as they roared toward a shared climax. The sensations rocketed through him and he let out a yell of sheer male triumph as his orgasm burst over him. Her sex clamped down on him, milking his seed in long slow waves that left him breathless.
    If this is what love felt like, he never wanted it to stop.

Chapter Four
     
    “It’s almost start time. I need to get into position.” Kalie reached up to give Shotgun a quick peck on the cheek. Somehow, having his solid presence at her side had a settling influence on those damn butterflies that multiplied in her belly as race time drew near.
    “You need a better kiss than that. For good luck.” Tilting her head up, Shotgun wrapped his arms around her and seared a kiss across her lips, letting his mouth linger for an endless minute on hers. She let herself luxuriate in it for a moment, luxuriate in the almost unfathomable fact that this great big hunk of man had nothing better to do than stand here and help settle those dang butterflies.
    “Go get them, little girl. I’ll be waiting right here at the finish line when you’re done showing those yahoos how a car should be driven.” He slid his hands down her arms in a soft caress before he finally let her go.
    She was starting to like being called little girl. Did that make her weird? Firmly ignoring the butterflies that felt like they were multiplying by the hundreds inside her belly, Kalie secured her helmet and slid into the cockpit of her car. Making sure the safety harness was secured seemed to help settle the butterflies down a bit. At least if she made a major mistake, she’d probably live to tell her grandchildren about it.
    Wow, where had that come from? She’d never ever considered having children before Shotgun showed up. The guy was a damn bad influence on her. She felt a soft smile start to curve the corner of her mouth. Be a scary bunch of kids with them for parents.
    Taking a deep breath, she started the engine. As it revved up, she let her senses flare out. She immediately felt that almost magical connection to the machine, the legacy of all the horrors in the lab. Not everything from that period in her life turned out bad. Her consciousness expanded to explore every nook and cranny of the mechanical wonder, checking for anything that felt off.
    Nothing.
    The car was behaving perfectly; every little bit of metal doing exactly what it had been designed to do. Shotgun was probably right -- there was nothing wrong. She was letting her nerves and her imagination see problems where they didn’t exist. Not surprising, given the huge changes in her life lately and how much was riding on this race.
    She glanced at her watch. Five minutes to the start of the race. She blew a kiss at Shotgun, fully aware that he couldn’t see the gesture from inside the helmet. The drive to the start line gave her time to warm the car up, accelerating fast and then braking hard. Her tires needed to be warm, and the engine running at peak in order to get away from the start line clean. A good start would be essential to placing in the race.
    She glanced at the other cars. A total of twenty drivers had been invited to participate and she’d lucked out, drawing the inside forward position for start.
    The starter signalled the last warning, and