Driver's Obsession: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 196)

  CONTENTS

  Driver's Obsession

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  About the Author

  DRIVER'S OBSESSION

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 196

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  DRIVERS OBSESSION

  PENNY

  Growing up, everybody called me Pinky. But not Steve. He always treated me like an adult.

  It’s not until I finish college that I understand what those feelings I get every time I see him, every time I think about him really mean.

  My heart stops when I see his truck in the drive, knowing I’ll see him again. But I know why he’s here.

  Could an older guy like him really go for a younger, curvy girl?

  Would he betray his best friend to get it, even if he wanted it?

  Or will he leave us both behind and forget about us when he makes it big?

  STEVE

  It’s a dream come true.

  She’s a dream come true.

  A pro team contract, my best buddy as chief mechanic and his daughter along for the ride, all in the same day?

  Maybe she isn’t into older guys. Maybe I’m just imagining things, or maybe it's time I finally get what I want from life.

  And all I have to do to claim it is reach out and take it.

  Consequences? Sure, everything has a price, but once I see her again. Once I know she wants what I have to give her, I’ll pay double.

  Whatever it costs, whatever it takes.

  She will be mine.

  *Driver's Obsession is an insta-everything, OTT standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Penny

  Seeing his car in our driveway once I pull up sets my heart racing.

  Steve Bennett's name has been etched onto my brain in a very special way since before I understood what that really meant.

  What he actually represents to me now that I’ve finished college and become a bona fide, legally consenting ‘adult.’

  A girl who knows what she wants, even though I doubt the very man sees me that way at all.

  Steve Bennett could have any girl, any team; any contract it seems nowadays.

  If only he’d notice me. If only he felt the same way I know I feel about him.

  I just heard on the local then statewide news he’s been picked up by a national racing team, and this might be the beginning of the end of his long standing, close friendship with my dad. I’ve seen it happen before. A driver hits the big league and all the small town folk get left behind.

  A little stab of fear plays next to the flutter in my heart, my chest pounding like a drum at the thought of seeing Steve up close again.

  I try to calm myself walking up the drive but it’s no use. Just seeing his car, and catching a subtle hint of his woodsy-musky cologne sends my heart into a flutter.

  My chest stiffens and I feel my breath start to shudder at the thought of him. Imagining his huge hands running across my body, taking me into his arms…

  Tossing my bag down by the door, I pretend to saunter by the living room, seeing Steve and my dad chatting there.

  Feeling his eyes on me as I pass by the doorway.

  “Pinky?” my dad asks, his deep voice only made lighter by the even deeper sound of Steve’s.

  “Penny, get in here, haven’t you heard the news!” I hear Steve adding, his commanding tone making me gasp, my hand almost straying to the space between my legs as I hear him calling me.

  Calling me… Feeling a line of moisture spread out through my panties.

  My heart freezes at the thought of him leaving, but I would cross burning oceans of fire if Steve summoned me.

  I can’t be sure, but there’s a low sound at the end of his command, almost imperceptible but I feel it traveling right up inside me.

  I close my eyes for a second, then retracing my steps, I move back to the doorway, giving my dad a smile and hardly daring to look at Steve in case I actually do touch myself right in front of him.

  What am I thinking! What this man does to me… the very thought… it’s incredible!

  “Hi dad. Steve,” I murmur, expertly avoiding his gaze, but only for fear of the effect it has on me.

  “Uh, honey… we have some news. Come on in and sit for a bit will ya?” Dad asks, a degree of hesitation in his voice and I see why when he stares at Steve.

  I finally move my eyes to meet his, and it’s clear in an instant.

  Steve wants more than to talk, or is it just my imagination?

  “Penny,” Dad starts to say, but Steve talks right over him, his own deep voice full of excitement and emotion.

  “Aww, Pinky. Penny. It’s great! I got this gig with the national team and I want your dad to come head up some of the pit crew. And I want you too!”

  Pinky is my nickname. I got it fresh from the adoption ward when I gripped my dad’s pinky so hard and wouldn’t let go. He agreed to make the necessary applications on the spot and it just kinda stuck after that, although my birth certificate says Penny… everybody who knows me just calls me Pinky.

  But when I hear Steve call me that… I know he doesn’t like the nickname, but holy fuckin’ christ I just melt, like my sex is made of butter and all just for him.

  I’ve never, ever even thought about boys, men or myself in any other way than just ‘how you doin?’… But when I hear Steve’s voice, especially today, I just melt.

  The only part that registers is when he says he wants me too.

  I notice my dad’s eyes narrow on Steve too, but he’s too excited to read too much into anything.

  “Penny! I’ve got this job with Steve’s racing team but they need us soon, tomorrow really! What D’ya say?” Dad finally exclai
ms, standing up, his arms wide open.

  Steve stays seated, beaming a smile but not wanting to get up.

  “That’s great, dad… but how do I fit in? I mean…” I start to say, noticing Steve’s look of hurt once I start to put my ready-made wet blanket over everything.

  A habit I have when things are sprung on me unexpectedly.

  My dad knows me better than anyone and I don’t take sudden news or change very well at all. He pulls a smile and beckons me over to the couch to sit next to Steve, he fills me in a little more.

  “It’s sudden, honey. I know, but this is such a great opportunity. I’ve already spoken to Mack at the auto shop. He’ll take over the regular business while we’re gone and, well… Steve says there’s a place for you too. Right Steve?” he adds, jutting his chin towards the man I’m almost afraid to even look at now.

  Sitting next to him, I can feel his power, his warmth and his huge size radiating out.

  Steve is six four and built like a linebacker. Not your typical race car driver’s frame.

  His dark hair and smoldering eyes flash next to me. I can feel it.

  His huge hands run up and down his thighs as he wipes nervous energy from them.

  “Just say you’ll come, Penny. It’d mean a lot,” Steve blushes. “There’s a qualifying trial in the morning, not too far if we leave early. After that it’s cross-country for the next few weeks.”

  His eyes finally meet mine and I gasp, noticing how much I’m trembling. My throat is dry but my head is already pumping a nod in agreement.

  He’s about the only person who never calls me Pinky. But there’s something in his tone today that gives it an extra special edge.

  A grown up, very adult sounding edge which I love instantly.

  The very thought of me and Steve, it gives me shivers. But with my dad along for the ride too?

  “Just say you will,” Steve says again, his tone more of an order than a question.

  “O-of course I will,” I hear myself stammer. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Steve

  Getting my big break with a national team, having my best friend Mike as my right hand mechanic to boot?

  None of it will mean anything if she’s not there.

  I thought it was the thrill about the contract, Mike's excitement over his dream coming true too, working on a real racing team… a national team with major sponsorship. Real money for once and a future in the sport we both love.

  But as soon as I hear the front door, as soon as I watch her glide by, I know what’s giving me this buzz inside.

  I realize what’s been adding fuel to the fire inside me, has been every time I’ve seen her since she came back from college.

  Pinky.

  Penny.

  I never much cared for her dad’s nickname which stuck from day one, but now either her nickname or her given name. The sound of them in my mind always gives rise to this feeling. Playing back to back most days now, almost every second she’s not there.

  Pinky… Penny… Pinky… Penny…

  She’s all grown up now, and filling those curves like a real woman should. I tried to tell myself no at first, that it’s not right to be eyeing my best buddy’s daughter, but holy fuckin’ christ I’m a man after all.

  And she’s got it going on in a way that makes me so hard just thinking about her.

  Apart from her body, which makes me weak, her golden mane of hair and crystal clear blue eyes, along with her genuine smile and button nose make me long for her before I even see her again.

  Her smooth, creamy skin is begging to be kissed, worshiped. Tracing lines down from her smooth neck to a thick chest under her white sweater, I find it hard not to stare and catch Mike eyeballing me these days whenever he spots my reaction to his only daughter.

  I grappled with it, still do, but it was the straw that almost broke the contract for me.

  “You need to have your own mechanic… and his daughter?” The team manager had asked, looking sidelong at me.

  Once I took their salaries off my own contract amount, plus a little more it was a done deal.

  I don’t care about the money, but the thought of going national without Pinky, without my girl…

  Ah! There I go again. It grips me like hot iron sometimes, a terrifying fear that she won’t want an older guy like me.

  I know she doesn’t have a boyfriend, I made damned sure to find that out through her dad and have even made sure to happen to come by sometimes, calling in to see how things are going when really I just have to see her.

  She’s twenty years old, I’m forty. I don’t just want her physically either. I want to give her the life she deserves.

  The family of our own I know she wants too. And I’m just the man to give it to her, the only man I want to see anywhere near her.

  Mike spells it out to her once she sits down, and I feel my own heart about to burst. Hoping he doesn’t pick up on how nervous I am.

  If she doesn’t say yes, if she doesn’t go with us then I’d say the deal’s off.

  Each day, each second I’ve spent without her lately has been torture. She’s home for good from school now and I want the rest of her days to be where she belongs, by my side.

  I’m not sure Mike would rush to agree with me on that point. But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

  I just need her to say yes, I just need her to say she’ll go with us. I’ve known Penny her whole life, and I know how much she hates making on the spot decisions, but I hear myself practically demanding her to come with us.

  Mike gives me a dry look, he wants Penny to come with us as much as the job itself, but I can sense he feels something else.

  It wouldn’t take a genius to work out the feelings I’m broadcasting for her, plus I can’t stand up right now because my dick’s so damned hard.

  When she tells me she’ll do whatever I want, I have to fight the instinct to reach out and pull her close. I have to hold back my own reflex which is to kiss her.

  “That’s my girl!” Mike exclaims, drawing a low growl from me as I also fight the urge to correct him.

  I don’t want to ruin the moment. I’m over the moon she’s coming but if anyone’s gonna lay claim to Penny being their girl from now on, it’s me.

  “This is great, I gotta call Mack about the shop. I’ll be right back, you okay buddy?” Mike asks, giving me some more of his sidelong looks from before.

  I realize I’ve screwed a pillow from the couch up in my hands, covering myself with it as I force a strained smile.

  It is great news, but suddenly the prospect of having Penny within my reach, and her dad two inches from her the whole time, feels like it might be a plan that’s about to backfire.

  “He’s fine daddy,” Penny says swiftly before Mike exits to make his call, rescuing me and demanding I tell her all about her new job.

  Her hand covers mine and we both give a start from the sudden jolt of intense feeling.

  Once Mike clears the room I can grab her, I want to take her into my arms.

  “You’ll be under me, Penny. Directly. Can you handle that?” I ask her, cocking a brow and feeling my lip curl into a devilish smile.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Penny

  There are a million things to arrange, but at the same time it feels like everything’s already done.

  All that matters is that for once in my life I said yes. I haven’t hesitated or found a reason not to do something because of how I feel or what might happen.

  I’m banking on something happening between Steve and me… it’s the reason I said yes.

  I’d go anywhere to be near him and this is the perfect opportunity.

  My dad comes back into the room and Steve snatches his hand away from mine, or do I snatch mine away from his?

  Either way, the magic feeling between us is severed and my dad gives me and then Steve a strange look.

  “Everything alright?” he asks, giving Steve a more se
rious look before telling us both that he’s good to go, that the auto shop he runs is in capable hands while we’re away.

  “I’d better head off then,” Steve announces, standing up and eclipsing the room in front of me. I want to reach out for his hand again, to kiss it. To tell him not to go anywhere, but my dad seems to agree.

  “Sure thing, I bet you have a lot to do in the meantime. We’ll make our way to the track first thing. That means a four a.m. start, Pinky,” Dad sighs.

  I’m not a morning person, but I’m already counting the minutes before I see Steve again.

  I would suggest he stay here with us tonight, but there’s an edge of tension in the air between dad and Steve now.

  Idiot! I shouldn’t have hung onto his hand like that.

  “Alright, Mike and thanks a million again. I’d rather have you heading up the pit crew than anyone else. Qualifying isn't until the afternoon but there’s a lot to go over before then. Here’s your passes for the track and pit area, the team managers will formalize everything with your own contracts,” he says, looking down at the floor so he doesn’t have to look at me again.

  “What exactly is Penny’s job, again?” Dad asks, a subtle edge to his voice as his eyes narrow.

  “She’s part of your crew, Mike. You know that.” He submits, but I can see his jaw tighten and he can’t help himself, stealing an intense glance from me.

  A look that says only one word, mine. Despite whatever my dad might think.

  “Well, as long as we’re clear on that point,” Dad adds, forcing himself to lighten his mood. “It’s a great opportunity, we’re both grateful, Steve.”

  An awkward handshake for my dad and barely a murmur to me from Steve and he’s gone again. His scent hanging in the air, making me want to linger in the hall for the rest of the day and just breath him in.

  But I can’t.

  “What the hell was all that about, Dad?” I suddenly hear myself ask, almost screeching over Steve’s car pulling away.

  “The man gives you the job of a lifetime and all you can do is sound so mean!” I blurt out, but my dad’s face is firm.

  “I don’t think that’s fair, Penny,” Dad growls, his own jaw tightening as I remember he only calls me Penny when he means business.