Gas or Ass

The odometer on my sex life was stuck at zero the day my mother came home with a husband Id never met. Dale brought his two grown sons to help us pack and move into their home. Both were hard-bodied and handsome, but Caine didnt speak to me. Colt, on the other hand, said crude stuff like, Wanna ride with me? Then Im gonna need gas or ass, but I couldnt take my eyes off his rippling muscles and challenging blue eyes. When Colt offered me a ride to school, I thought the gas or ass thing was a joke, but he wasnt kidding. Though he barely touched me, he shattered the innocence I couldnt wait to shed, and even then, I sensed Id never be the same. He and Caine soon upped the stakes, putting me behind the wheel of cars that could reach insane speeds. They kept challenging me to find my inner wild child, pairing illegal drag races with high-octane sex games. It wasnt long before I was hooked, but I always planned to walk away. Then everything spun out of control and walking wasnt an option. I had to run.