Mad Max Driving Novels & Stories

Maybe she’d even been smug about it, watching everyone else eat up her lies while the truth went up in smoke with the Serenity Wellness Center. But she hadn’t thought of Beatrice Rodriguez. Maxwell drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles white against the leather. The address was out of state, which meant we were in for a long drive down the highway. The afternoon sun beat down on the asphalt, the road shimmering in the distance as if daring us to keep going.

I moaned his name, shaking, letting go right with him, the climax ripping through me, clutching his hair like I’d fall without him. For a moment it was just heavy breathing, sweat, heat, the car steamed up with us, our breaths ragged, sweat everywhere. Then his eyes met mine, wild but calmer now. “Shit.” He exhaled hard. “Do you drive, Maddison?” “What?” I blinked, dizzy barely recovered from all that. “Answer me.” “My dad’s old truck… why?” “You’re driving.” His tone was sharp, no room for question. My brain spun. “What? I can’t drive this thing. I’ve never…”

He encouraged her but she couldn't hear him as she moaned when her fingers met her wet folds. He squeezed his eyes and his knuckles turned white when he clutched on the steering wheel. He glanced at her and saw her condition was only worsening. ‘The drug was really powerful.’ Her fingers swipe through her clit and she breathed loudly with a moan. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back in pleasure. He looked back at the road and his house wasn't far now. He was close to his destination so he yelled at her once again to make her halt. His dangerously loud voice really worked and she withdrew her fingers but not for so long.

But then, just after I felt relaxed, the cars before me, began to move fast, and so did the cars before him, on the other side of the road. “Sh*t!” I cursed, under my breath. “What’s going on, ma’am” Martha asked, in a concerned tone. “Just shut the hell up. If we don’t act fast, Max is going to discover us.” I spoke harshly, feeling threatened. I glanced at my side mirror, and noticed Max was actually driving towards us, and also overtaking other cars, gradually. “Sh*t!” I cursed out loud again, and tried to drive as fast as I could.

Colt sprinted out of the Baker Global building. He arrived at the car park just in time to see the taillights of Madison’s red sports car speeding around the corner. She was driving like a lunatic, weaving through cars without a care for anyone else. “Shit!” he hissed, scrambling into his own car and jamming the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the parking lot, his tires chirping against the asphalt, his jaw clenched as he kept his eyes fixed on her taillights.

Before Marcus could say anything I continued, "Let's go." Getting my hint of not stretching the topic, he nodded and then we made our way to a shiny silver Rolls-Royce car. We settled ourselves in the comfortable interior. On the whole drive, neither I nor Marcus uttered a word. I was looking outside the window lost in my world and he was concentrating on driving, though I know his mind was driving in another land. And so do I.

"Captain Schneider, those memories have been significantly damaged and contain a lot of negative brainwaves before he died. If we retrieve it forcefully, it might…" "I said to retrieve them!" Kyra repeated loudly, and the technician did not dare to say anything more as he pressed the button with trembling hands. The screen lit up, but the image was unusually shaky. It was filled with shrill noises and looked like it was about to fall apart. It depicted a dark and cold underground garage, with me covered in wounds as I leaned against a cold pillar. Every breath I took brought along with it the scent of blood. In my hands was a USB. I clenched it in my hands as it was the last copy that held t

I grumble as I do as she says and adjust myself so it’s not painfully obvious I’m fighting a hard-on, then I climb into the passenger seat. As soon as my seatbelt is buckled, Maddie takes off like a bat out of hell, emerging out of the garage into the bright sunlight. “HOLY SHIT!!” I yell in shock at our abrupt acceleration. I grab for the ironic but appropriately named ‘oh shit’ handle. Maddie slams on her breaks when I yell, almost slamming me into the dashboard. Fuck she drives like a manic! “WHAT?!!” She demands as she looks at me then all around me to make sure I’m safe.

Hanna stormed off to her car and jumps in locking the doors. "Hanna! Open the damn door!" Maverick ordered. "No!" She argued. "Right now, Hanna!" Maverick demanded trying her door handle. She shook her head no and started the car. "Hanna! Don't you dare drive drunk!" Mav warned. She didn't listen. She put the car in gear and backed out of the parking spot while Maverick was banging on the window for her to stop. Luckily Maddox hadn't left yet and Maverick jumped in the truck with him and Jasmine and they hauled ass after Hanna. Thankfully she wasn't driving fast and they were only 15 minutes from her house. She did make it home without any trouble.

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.