Free Chasing Aubrey by Sennah Tate

his taste, his touch, his delicious scent and the incredible things he did to my body so effortlessly. I tried to keep my composure when talking to Mr. and Mrs. Westmore. I tried to be courteous and polite with Chester, even if he was about as interesting as a discarded paper towel.
    I couldn’t stop comparing him to Tanner. Tanner had this intangible magnetism that drew me to him like a moth to a flame. He set my body ablaze with desire and awoke something in my soul that I couldn’t put my finger on. I couldn’t get him out of my mind and I didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t go back to see him again. There was no reason to. We’d never exchanged numbers and it was just as well, because I knew he would be able to track me down as Elise if he had my number. I still wanted to see him desperately.
    The brunch went off without a hitch and I spent the next few days preparing for my Saturday race. I glanced at my watch. Only three more hours. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, the same way they did every time I had a race.
    My phone buzzed and I looked down at it; it was a new Twitter notification.
     
    @AubreyRed was a no show. No surprise there. She must know she’s going to lose today. #imjustsayin
     
    I glowered at my phone, the urge to hurl it across the room overwhelming me. I typed out an angry response, my fingers hitting the screen with more force than was necessary.
     
    @Rexthebest I hope you’re hungry; I’ve got a big humble pie all ready for you when you finally catch up to me at the finish line.
     
    I snickered at my own wit. He thought he was so smart. Well, today we’d see who the real racer was and who the little cry baby was. I knew which one I was, but Rex was in for a rude awakening.
    I started rummaging through my closet, looking for the right outfit to wear to the race. I needed something tight and comfortable. I ended up settling on a pair of jeans that hugged my ass perfectly and a simple tee shirt that clung to my body like a second skin. I put my long hair up into a high ponytail and ventured into my bathroom to apply my make-up.
    For races, Aubrey had a pretty distinctive look. I was kind of happy that I hadn’t met Rex at the wedding or my entire cover could have been blown. It was foolhardy to ever even go, but I found it difficult to regret it because I’d had that amazing night with Tanner.
    Heavy eyeliner and dark red lipstick made up my face and completed the look.
    I glanced at the time again: two hours. It was at least forty-five minutes to the location of the race and I needed to be there a little early just to make sure that no one thought I was going to chicken out. I had to get there early enough to do my shit-talking with the various bloggers and vloggers. There was actually a pretty big following for our little circuit, even if it was of dubious legality.
    Out of all of the races I’d participated in, only one had ever been crashed by the police. I had already had my race and was able to get out of there before the real action started. I considered myself to be fairly lucking.
    AubreyRed had over fifty thousand twitter followers. Rexthebest had thirty-two thousand. No wonder he was trying to start this petty little war. He was trying to capitalize on my fame.
    I took the stairs two at a time, trying to get out of my house as quickly as possible before my mother tried to ask me where I was going or what I was doing or could I go to dinner with this friend or that acquaintance. I didn’t have time to deal with her nonsense. I had too many things on my mind. And everything else faded into the background as my mind was consumed with the persistent thoughts of Tanner.
    I needed to get him out of my head. A good race was the perfect remedy. I couldn’t think about his fingers inside of me or his lips on my breast when I was hurtling down the strip at over 100MPH.
    Unfortunately for me, my mother just happened to be in my way as I reached the bottom of the