31. Everest
Everest
I really want to ask her what happened last week. It was obvious when she got out of the car on her first run on the Texas track that she needed help, not just for her perfume.
The way Jaxx had held her and how she’d clung to him made me sure there was something going on between them.
I thought I would be jealous, but there was a settled feeling in me as they hugged.
Because Jaxx usually wore a smile that made me think he had plans and that he was always plotting something.
Though I suspected it was mostly new ways to annoy Maddock.
But it looked like Jaxx was deadly serious from the way he held her and murmured to her back then, and I'd wanted to see her face and how she responded to him. And if she would respond to me that way, too.
All that has been whirling around my head for days. When we packed everything up for the UK, when we flew out on the plane, when I was lying in bed at night trying to fight through the burning lust that wracked my body at the intense memory of the scent of her slick. It was too much to handle.
I made it clear to everyone who knew me that the cars were my priority, and nothing else. But now my priorities have changed so quickly that it’s both bizarre and settling to have her sitting next to me like this.
Harmony bends over her script, murmuring to herself as she underlines sections, and she’ll startle me occasionally as she suddenly bursts out with some phrase or exclamation.
Though I never quite know when she’s going to speak, I prefer to be quietly on edge than desperately search for a way to ask her what had happened with Jaxx without sounding downtrodden.
But Maddock looks like he’s been running on pure fury since her race. He can barely say three words without growling. And I’m more worried about him.
This is the Grace team’s year, and whenever he steps into his car in that state, it can end in a disaster.
Seeing Harmony next to any car is hard to bear. My alpha senses are urging me to bite and claim her as mine, but I just want to focus on my routine.
Which is why I made her sit directly two feet behind me so she and Maddock’s car aren’t close enough that I might make a mistake and get hard for the third time tonight.
I want to swing her into my arms and hold her tightly so she doesn’t have that look on her face again. It seems she only comes to me when something’s wrong.
Even when she pours over her script, there’s still an air of vulnerability to her that makes my heart waver. I can’t get a single whiff of her scent. But it’s obvious how much scent-blocking spray she has used from the sheen on her skin and hair.
Harmony keeps turning her coffee cup in her hands, worrying her bottom lip, and furiously scratches her pen across her script. I’d handed her a third jacket, but sniffing that doesn’t seem to help either.
Sex has never interested me. My ruts are an inconvenience more than anything else. But she arrived this morning in a loose white t-shirt and gray mid-length skirt, and I can’t understand why that turns me on more than her sports bra.
It really isn’t like me. And I need to focus.
So I crank the car up to two feet off the ground, grab my roller, a wide rectangular board with wheels, lay on my back, and scoot under the car.
I keep myself contained as I work on the engine from underneath, running my hands over every part in precise order to ensure everything’s in place.
I can just focus on the smooth lines of the engine and the outer body and try not to worry about the gorgeous woman hovering near me.
As I become lost in my routine, I don’t notice Harmony has moved until she speaks.
“Everest?” I jump as her voice echoes from near my feet. “Can I talk to you?”
My eyes widen at how serious she sounds. We didn’t know each other well enough to have any proper conversations about our relationship, if you can say we even have one.
I swallow a nervous breath as I wheel the roller out, only to choke in shock as she stands over me.
I suck in a breath and freeze. She has one foot on each side of my roller, her hands on her hips, looking down at me with my jacket split open over her t-shirt. But that’s not what my eyes are glued to.
Because she’s completely naked under her skirt. Absolutely, totally bare.
There’s nothing there apart from her soft skin and her scent. And I just wheeled myself right under her.
I really can see everything from down here.
Instead of acting like a normal person and maybe making a joke about it, I panic.
I try to shoot back under my car with my legs splayed out, and I knock her forward.
Harmony cries as she loses her balance, tumbling downward. I only just manage to catch her thighs before she plunges onto my face.
Her skirt covers my head, and all I can smell is her building slick as she hovers over me.
I can’t move in this position as I carry the weight of her thighs.
And the awkward air I might have imagined hanging around us bursts into full volume as I scrabble under her. The roller moves, Harmony loses her balance, and thank God I push my heels into the floor. The roller skids backward so she lands on my chest instead of my mouth, where I really want her.
Her hands slam against my shoulders as her skirt slips down to my chin, and both of us stare at each other wide-eyed.
I know I should push her off of me, but the scent of her slick is more powerful than her perfume.
“Oh God,” she murmurs, her chest rising slowly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d move so fast.”
I try to keep my thoughts under control, but it’s no use. The longer we stay like this, the faster my heart races.
“It’s fine,” I rasp. “You didn’t know.”
But she knew she wasn’t wearing underwear when she stood over me like that. So, what is she planning?
My wrists ache at this angle, and I need to move my hands. But it results in my rough fingers sliding further up her thighs. I push away her skirt until my thumbs press into the V of her hips.
I freeze again as the smallest moan echoes from her.
She’s right there, right on my chest, and all I need to do is pull her hips up and I can taste her, or push her down and press my crotch against her. Because my cock is already reacting, no matter how much I try not to.
It doesn’t help that she’s shifted, pressing one hand against the body of Maddock’s car as she shudders over me.
I should remove her like I did the first time I met her.
The look in her eyes is so heated, and she rolls her hips in just the right way that her slick stains my team shirt.
“Everest.” She says my name gently as she rears over me, capturing me completely.
Her other hand dents my shoulder harder as she decides for me, edging herself backwards. I have to dig my heels into the concrete to stop myself from sliding away on the roller.
With my knees raised to support us, her ass hits my thighs, and a louder moan echoes from her as her pussy presses against the crotch of my pants. Then she finally feels how hard my cock is for her.
“Everest, I…” Her breath trembles as she leans forward, pressing her weight against me.
I squeeze my eyes closed, not sure how this happened so quickly. I thought we were having another silent morning where we just relaxed with each other. Or, she relaxed while I spun in my head about every potential situation that could come from her being so close to me.
But I never predicted this, where she presses her chest against mine, and shock trembles through me as the hard points of her nipples dig into me.
At this angle, I can move my hands, and I know where I want them. But I don’t know if I can be bold enough to do it.
If I were a sensible person, I would push her away.
But if she deliberately didn't wear a single piece of underwear when she came to see me, then I can take a risk too.
Eyes still closed, my heart thundering along, I slip my hands from her thighs and up around her hips, nerves exploding through me as I reach for her ass.
The second I lower my knees to cup her bare asscheeks, she moans, and a shiver runs through my body as she pushes back into my grip.
I jump as her fingers brush my jaw before she cups my cheek.
“Will you look at me?” she asks. She sounds as nervous as I am, but I don’t think that’s possible. She’s Harmony Grace, how can she be nervous around someone like me?
“I really want to kiss you, Everest. I’ve wanted it since we first met.”
“You mean when you sniffed my crotch?” I ask without thinking.
Her laugh is soft as her hips shift, and I almost wince at how her heat travels through the fabric.
“Yeah, when I sniffed your crotch and I felt the scent match click into place.”
Something in my heart suddenly unlocks as she says the words out loud. The tension that built up in my body every time we met eases as she confirms what I always hoped wasn't my imagination.
Harmony leans closer, and I can already taste her on my lips.
I arch my neck, opening my eyes to look up at her, and her smile says I can give her everything she wants.
As she leans down my heart tremors, and she ever so gently presses her lips against mine.
I groan, not holding anything back, and she solidifies the connection between us.
Like an electric current, a shock goes through us, and we both jolt.
Her scent thickens as my pheromones flow out, wrapping around us both.
The blend is like a shield that guards us from the rest of the world as her moan echoes through me and she deepens the kiss.
With her on top, her taste flows further into me, and my back arches, pushing against her, trying to take all of her weight.
I want to support her completely so she knows I can carry her wherever she goes.
Harmony pulls back from the kiss too quickly, and it’s definitely not enough. I won’t be satisfied until she is. So, I nudge her hips, bringing her closer.
“Again?” I ask, tilting my head, confused and worried that that might be it. I want more than a confirmation of our match and one kiss, especially when she might have already slept with Jaxx.
She smiles at me, sighing gently. “Absolutely,” she says before she returns to me.
This time she doesn’t hold back. Before I know it, her tongue slips between my lips, and strawberries and cream bursts in my mouth. I give myself over to her so she can trace her tongue over mine and tug my lower lip between her teeth.
Pleasure swirls up through me, my lips tingling along with my cock as she takes control.
My fingers dig into her ass, and I grow hungry for more of her taste. She grinds her body against mine, and her little moans and groans are just as sweet as her lips.
“Everest,” she whispers, stroking my cheek, both of us sighing as my heart swells and I lean towards her. “I want to keep kissing you. Can I?”
She doesn’t even need to ask. With a surge of energy I’ve never experienced before, I shoot forward, pressing her ass to keep her firm against my cock as I steal her lips, and I give in to my alpha desires as she moans for me.