Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Hold your legs?”
Air rushed into the car suddenly, blowing my hair, and a
scream sounded from outside the car. My breathing turned
shallow. Was she sticking her head out the window?
“Come on, please?” she begged, tugging at my arm again.
“We’ll take you home in a few.”
I twisted my lips to the side. Fine.
Taking off my jacket, I left my phone and satchel in the
back and scooted up, swinging a leg over the front seat. Wind
blew under my skirt and my hair into my face, so I moved
quickly, sitting down between Miles and Astrid, the hair on the
back of my neck rising with fear and a little excitement. Déjà
vu hit me, and for a second, it was like he was here, taking me
on another adventure.
“Okay, I’m popping up,” Astrid said. “GGrab my legs and
hold on.”
“Wait…”
But she was already moving. The car charged down the
backroad, barreling and bouncing over the uneven terrain, and
I reached out, wrapping my arms around her jean-clad legs as
she sat up on the door through the open window.
Howling filled the chilly, night air, and the weight of her
body pulled at me as it hung over the side of the car. I fumbled
with my hands, unsure if I had a good enough hold of her.
She was going to fall. I couldn’t keep hold. What the hell
was she doing?
Whatever it was, she seemed to be loving it, though. She
laughed and screamed, and Miles just went faster.
He jerked the steering wheel, and I felt Astrid’s body get
thrown a little with it. I tightened my hold so hard, my muscles
ached.
“Damn, baby,” Miles said, and I hoped he was talking to
her.