Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) (24 page)

The next day, I spend the morning relaxing in a cabana while Josh catches up on work. In the afternoon, he picks me up at my suite. We head to the valet section of the hotel and wait for Josh’s rental. A sleek, metallic silver Bentley with tinted windows pulls up right in front of me. “You rented a Bentley?” I ask.

“Yeah. I thought you might like it. You said you like fast cars, this was all that was available on such short notice.” He shrugs. “I hope it’s okay.” He opens the door for me.

“It’s a bad ass car, but please remember this is a non-date and money doesn’t impress me.” I don’t want him getting the wrong idea.

He gets in the driver’s seat. “Don’t over analyze things. I’m always working; I rarely get a chance to enjoy my money. I simply thought you would appreciate it. It’s not part of a scheme to have you fall for me. I know where I stand. Trust me, you don’t have to remind me. Now, can you agree to have some fun with me? I really hope you’re more enthusiastic about our actual non-date. Loosen the fuck up, lady.”

“Fine. So, where are we headed?” My curiosity quickly takes over.

“You’ll see, Miss Impatient.” He states, not giving me the slightest clue.

As Josh pulls up to the parking lot, my heart starts rapidly palpitating.
Is this what I think it is? No.
“An exotic car race track? Are you serious? Are we watching or driving?” I feel like a kid who’s at Disneyland for the first time ever.

“We’ll be driving thirteen different exotic cars each. Are you ready?” He asks, smiling at me warmly.

“Oh, my goodness! Hell yeah! Thank you! I didn’t know this place existed.” I’m beyond thrilled.

When we arrive, we enter the track’s facility. Its décor is minimal consisting mostly of white, red, and black colors. We attend a thirty minute classroom briefing. Then, one of the instructors drives a discovery lap in a Porsche Cayenne GT with me as the passenger to get a feel for the track. I enthusiastically go through the list of cars I’ll be driving, three Lamborghinis (Gallardo LP560, Supperleggera LP570, and Aventador LP700), three Ferraris (F430 F1, Scuderia, and 458 Italia), two Porsches (Cayman R and 997 Turbo S), an Ashton Martin V8, a Nissan GTR, a Mercedes SLS AMG, A McLaren MP4-12C, and an Audi R8. I’m in heaven. Without thinking, I jump on Josh, give him a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek right before we both get in our cars. It’s finally time for me to drive with an instructor right by my side. I can’t contain my eagerness.

Once I’m in the car, my instructor informs me there’s a small camera located inside and cameras throughout the racetrack. He lets me know that Josh has already purchased the DVD of me racing to enjoy at a later time.

Awww…that’s sweet.

Okay, I’m nervous, but I’m ready to do this.

The adrenaline rush I feel when putting the peddle to the floor and racing through the 1.2 mile track with seven turns and 1,800 feet of a straight path is off the charts. After my second lap, my instructor pushes me to achieve greater speed while still being safe. I drive the thirteen vehicles for the duration of five laps each, which total 65 laps around the track. The high performance cars race along smooth asphalt that provides an excellent ride with a superior grip. My instructor allows me to drive the cars as hard as I desire. So after a while, I drive them like I stole them. I’m able to see what these beasts are truly capable of achieving on the track. The enlarged entrance and exit in most of the turns allows for greater speed and less steering which provides a smoother drive from corner to corner. I revel in every minute of being on the track and racing, it’s absolutely an amazing thrill. It’s challenging, yet fun, and I’m able to see the powerful engines working. I race the Aventador last which turns out to be one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life…with my clothes on, that is.

It’s twilight when we leave the track, I thank Josh once again. He hands me the DVD, I’m grateful for his thoughtfulness. Although, I try not to look at Josh in a sexual manner, I can’t help it. He walks to the Bentley with confidence. His tall structure and broad shoulders makes me want to wrap myself in his arms, but I don’t even though he oozes an amatory vibe that drives me insane. As we’re headed back to the hotel on the freeway, I still feel my adrenaline pumping and feel myself craving for Josh to be inside me. The sensation won’t go away. I want his fat, long dick pounding me and making me spasm all over him. I want to feel his desire for me at my sex and travel throughout the rest of my body. I need him, I want him, I miss him, and I don’t know how to resist him. The urge to have him in me only intensifies while he continues to drive. As I blatantly stare at his profile, I notice he’s deep in thought. One moment, he’s biting his lip, the next he’s clenching his jaw. My focus then turns to the stubble along is jawline. Oh, my…I want him. BAD!
Calm down, Nina. Get your horny ass together. You cannot do this! You won’t do this!

Fuck it. I’m no longer thinking with my brain, but with my heart.

“Unbuckle your pants.” I order him. “I’m about to pay back the poker debt I owe you.” Josh stares at me with an incredulous look as he sees that I’m completely serious, yet he does as he’s instructed. Immediately, I notice his erection and crave for his penetration.

“It’s about fuckin’ time.” Josh simply states with a hungry and mischievous gaze.

“A debt is a debt. What better way to repay it than by doing it while driving a Bentley in Sin City? Now, push your seat as far back as possible, I’m going to get on top of you and do all the work. Your only job is to focus on the road ahead of you and keep us safe. Understand?” I ask with a business-like tone even though my inner flesh is on fire.

Josh’s fiery gaze brings out a zealous expression in his features. He maintains his calm and responds by nodding, he’s literally speechless, but ready for his fantasy to become a reality. I play the song, “Locked Out of Heaven” by Bruno Mars and put it on repeat. I quickly begin taking my clothes off until I’m left completely in the nude. At this time, I’m thankful for the tinted windows.

Josh clenches his jaw, slowly licks his full bottom lip, and tightly grips the steering wheel; his sexual manifestation is quickly making me lose my last bit of control. There’s no time to waste, I place my hands on his shoulders for balance and slowly position my naked body on top of his solid frame as he’s driving. Our close proximity has my heart accelerating and his clean, manly scent makes every inch of me yearn to have him in me. I don’t need any assistance inserting his rock hard erection. I simply lower myself, savor his intense fullness, and allow all negative thoughts to escape me. I do away with foreplay and accept this as a simple fuck between us. Although my heart tells me different, I disregard the feeling, and focus my attention on my actions. I ride him hard by grinding my body onto him mercilessly. Our figures feel as one. I feel his passionate kisses and teeth graze my neck and shoulders. His moans drive me in a frenzy as I excitedly thrust my entrance upon his deliciously, fat and long dick. I can’t contain myself any longer and allow the overwhelming pleasure to burst out of me. The orgasm is exhilarating (to say the least). I’m insatiable and continue to pound him with my sex for as long as I can. The feeling is too irresistible to let it end.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so much.” Josh says in a deep, raspy voice. “You feel amazing, so tight, and wet. This is where I belong, inside of you.” He whispers by my ear as he’s stroking and firmly grasping my bare back with his right hand.

The sound of his voice, his words, and his touch send me over the edge again.
God, how I’ve missed him.

This time, he joins me and we both finish together. The release is overpowering. I lean my head against his temple and attempt to catch my breath. Slowly, I try to remove myself from him, but he refuses to let me go.

“Stay like this.” He commands as he tightens his grasp on me.

“No. I don’t want us getting into an accident.” Rationality finally hits me.

“Now, you’re concerned with our safety?” He teases.

“Better late than never.” I reply and carefully move to the passenger’s seat. I get dressed and remain quiet for some time. Josh tries to hold my hand, but I remove it from his grip.

“How do you feel? What are you thinking? Tell me. Your silence is killing me.” He admits.

“I’m starving. Can we get something to eat?” I ask hoping to buy time to gather my thoughts.

“Of course.” He replies.

We end up having dinner at the Wynn’s buffet. I’m ravenous by the time we get there and fill my plate with food. Both of us avoid discussing the incident that occurred in the Bentley.

“I’ve missed you.” Josh quietly confesses. “You’re my lady, I can’t fuckin’ lose you.”

“Please, let’s not do this now.” I beg…even though I want to reply the same and throw myself at him once again. It was a moment of weakness in my part and I don’t feel comfortable talking about it just yet. My spirit feels too weak and vulnerable.

When we’re done eating, he informs me that he’s going home tonight and is catching the last flight out. He indicates an issue arose at work that requires his full and immediate attention. We head back to the hotel in silence. We say goodbye as he walks me to my suite and agree to see each other once I return home. I thank him for our non-date and for the suite. I don’t allow him to kiss or hug me, afraid that if he does I’ll never let him go again.

Chapter 10 (Josh)

Celeste

I catch the last flight back to San Francisco just in time, heading home I only think of Nina. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed and craved her. Feeling her, caressing her, and being inside of her made that car ride pure ecstasy. Today, she brought back the happiness I’ve been missing since she left me that dreadful day. Now, my only concern is that she’s full of regrets. What will I do if she doesn’t give me another chance? As we said goodbye earlier, she seemed distant.

Instead of dwelling on negativity, I choose to focus on having an optimistic perspective of my relationship with Nina. She’ll be back tomorrow night and hopefully, she’ll put my mind at ease.

The next day I wake up anxious, I want Nina to return. Leaving things unresolved between us makes me restless. The best solution for me is to dive into work and completely distract myself; otherwise I’ll just go insane. I send her a quick text letting her know that I miss her. I don’t get a response from her during the remainder of the day.

The following day, I don’t hear from Nina again. I call her and leave a voicemail message. As soon as I wake up on Saturday morning, I check my phone to see if I have any missed calls or texts from her. Nothing. I recall her mentioning a photo shoot at Pier 39 early in the morning. Since we’ve already established that I have stalker tendencies, I take my ass over there.

I swear, I’m like gum stuck on her shoe…following her wherever she goes, but I don’t give a FUCK! She’s mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.

I park my car as close to Fisherman’s Warf as possible. I walk around searching for my lady. It doesn’t matter that she dropped me like a bad habit, she’s still mine. I’m not giving up on her that easily. As I approach the carousel found at the bay end of Pier 39, I see a vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle, it’s a turquoise color and has the most beautiful woman posing next to it. She’s breathtaking. She’s wearing a white, retro one piece swimsuit. For some reason, it reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. She has on red heels and a coordinating flower above her right ear. Her perfect wavy hair flows nicely down the left side of her face. Her swimsuit and light skin tone are a nice contrast against the turquoise bike. The photographer snaps several shots. Once he’s finished and is in deep conversation with a woman who appears to be his assistant, I move towards Nina.

“Hey. So, what type of motorcycle is that exactly?” Is all that comes to mind.

“It’s a 1949 Harley-Davidson FL Hydra-Glide. What are you doing here?” She asks with confusion set in her expression.

“I was worried about you. You haven’t returned any of my calls or texts. Besides, I haven’t stalked you lately; it’s been almost a few days now.” I joke with her.

We get interrupted by the photographer’s assistant. The photo shoot has been relocated and Nina has to leave. She allows me to meet her at the cable car turntable where more pictures will be taken.

When I get there, the photographer is setting up his equipment. Nina is standing next to one of the trolleys. I approach her. “Why haven’t you returned my calls?” I ask and get to the point.

“Josh, this isn’t the best time or place to have this conversation.” Nina looks away to avoid eye contact with me.
Don’t look away, baby. I’ve missed your beautiful face.

“Tell me the truth, do you regret what happened in Vegas? Because I don’t. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.” I admit. “I’m fuckin’ going crazy here thinking about you!” It takes all my will power not to embrace her in my arms.

Nina lightly caresses the right side of my face. I delight in her delicate touch. “Josh, you and I can never be together again. I don’t trust you. Without trust, there’s nothing. Being with you in Vegas was amazing, but for those same reasons, I’ve returned even more heartbroken than when I left. My feelings for you are stronger than I ever could’ve expected, regardless I don’t want to be with you anymore. Although I have already forgiven you, I will never forget or trust you with my heart. We can try to be friends, but that’s it.” Although, she looks exquisite, her expression is filled with sincere pain. I’ve never seen so much hurt behind her lovely chocolate eyes. It breaks my heart to know I’m the cause of her agony.