High Speed Hunger by BL Bonita

Chapter One
    The racetrack buzzed with the roar of engines. Dust clouded the humid air as wheels spun out and rear ends fishtailed on the dirt track. Drivers pushed their Sprint cars to the limit, fighting each other for the lead in a raucous race toward the finish line.
    Eileen Lavoie shielded her eyes from the blaring, afternoon sun and watched Bobby Donaldson overtake the lead car. She smiled, not at all surprised by his driving.
    He was her team's number one driver and considered the best in the county.
    Bobby may be known as reckless, but his carefree style—or maybe, his lack of brains—made him a beast on the track. He took chances and went for the gold, even if his moves were considered dangerous. But that was Bobby: full of piss and vinegar.
    Typical man on top of his game.
    A flash of yellow from the pit below caught her attention. She stared down at the crew rolling away equipment. Immediately, her gaze halted on the new guy. She licked her lips and glanced over every masculine inch of him. The view from above was simply delicious. God , the man had a body any hot-blooded woman would kill to run her fingers over . . . or lick the salt from. Broad and tall. Dark skin. With an ass I'd like to .
    . . .
    She shouldn't be thinking of him like that, but fucking hell, he was one beautiful specimen of man.
    Tyrone Ellis. Even his name sounded slick and sexy.
    According to Pop, Ty grew up on a racetrack in Jamaica, but hadn't driven for a few years. He was a quiet man, yet something wild and confident shown in the way he carried himself. His easy smile and dark eyes made her body heat in all the right places.
    But what affected her most was his accent. Rich and smooth, like a fine wine. Every time he talked to her, her body tingled as if his words actually touched her. Caressed her. She closed her eyes, recalling the first conversation she'd had with him, especially the part when he raked his alluring gaze over her and crooked his smile—
    Loudspeaker static made her jump as the commentator announced the last lap.
    Eileen refocused on the track and on the finish line just as Bobby flew past the checkered flag. The crowd erupted in wild applause.
    Sprint cars raced around the last turn and punched it down the straightaway.
    Several cars bumped each other trying to force the other off the track. As always, the spectators would love a crash, but today's race was a breeze compared to the World Bandit Cup. If the crowd wanted smoke and flames, the championship would be the race to see.
    Bobby blew past the finish line with the second car kissing his ass end.
    As he always did for the crowd, he sped onto center field and did a round of doughnuts, kicking up dirt, and his fist pumping the air out his window. Eileen watched the stands, amused, yet put off by the girls clad in skimpy tank tops and barely-there shorts screaming and giggling. Some even lifted their tops and jiggled their tits at the racers.
    Eileen rolled her eyes. The things some women did for attention made the rest look cheap. She stared down at Ty again, wondering what type of women caught his eye. Why should I care what he likes?
    The guy only started working for the team a month ago, and yet, she couldn't help thinking about him. Thank God she didn't share a place with Bobby, for he might hear her calling out Ty's name in her sleep.
    "Well, we done good, didn't we, LeeLee?" Pop cleared the top step and stood next to her at the railing, his sharp gaze looking over the field.
    "As always, Pop."
    Jonnie Lavoie, retired, legendary Sprint car driver, smiled through his thick, white moustache and set his big arm over her shoulder. She covered his weathered hand with her own smaller one and gave it a pat. For a long time it'd been just the two of them, since cancer had taken her mother away, but she'd always been daddy's girl.
    Being here with him, running the team, was more than any dream come true. She was proud to be his partner. But taking care of him had added