Chapter 10 - Grace
Pushing his hand off my leg, I wondered what it was about this guy. Makari had a way of getting under my skin that I couldn’t grasp. Possessive men who acted like cavemen weren’t my style, so I kept my distance. But this man—there was something about him.
Somehow, he got under my skin. He looked at me sharply as if I had done something wrong. Something flickered in his eyes, but I couldn’t figure out what. Makari rested his large hand on my thigh again. I felt warmth running up my spine. Unexpectedly, I felt turned on. I tried shifting in my chair, but couldn’t subdue the emotions thundering through me.
He lightly squeezed my thigh as I shifted, and I grew restless. Leaning towards him, I placed one hand on his thigh and the other on his hand. He opened his fingers so I could slide mine between his. With every move, I felt my senses lighting up.
I was on fire. With every slight move, bursts of lava surged through me. I leaned closer, rubbing my breasts against his arm. I could smell the fresh, minty odor mixed with his natural scent, and it drove my mind wild.
Softly, I drew lines across his fingers as he held my thigh. I wish he would move his hand up higher. I could feel the moisture between my legs accumulating. My pussy started throbbing with desire. But he didn’t seem to notice me. I wanted him to feel the heat I was giving off.
Leaning in closer, I gently pulled on his hand. Nibbled his ear, I whispered. “Makari, let’s get out of here.”
He turned swiftly, shooting me half an angry glare as he tightened his grip on my thigh. “Behave,” he grumbled. His tone was a tad harsh, but I didn’t want to behave. I craved to be naughty with him. I have never wanted anything in life as badly as I wanted him at that moment.
I couldn’t explain it. I had lost all control of my emotions. Shivers ran through me. I wanted to explore his body. I hungered to touch him and be touched by him. His luscious lips were tempting me to devour him.
Shaking my head, I turned my attention to the race as Pavel overtook the two cars before him in the last round. He was in the lead. The car he overtook suddenly swerved towards him. “No,” Makari shouted.
“What happened there?” I asked eagerly, not sure why he looked upset.
“The car tried to tap him out, but luckily, it didn’t work,” he huffed.
Still not clear on what he meant, I asked again. “Oh, so if the car behind him had hit his car, he would be out?”
“Yes, no, kind of,” Makari replied, grinning. “If the car had tapped the back of Pavel’s car with his nose, it would have spun Pavel’s car. Spinning on the track usually left the car on the inner field or collided with the top barrier. But Pavel managed to move away before it could happen.”
“Oh, that sounds bad,” I said, hugging his arm.
“Yes, and then the race would have been over for him. But it didn’t,” he said calmly.
Still filled with a raging lust, I squeezed his hand. Leaning closer, I tried again. Kissing his ear, I whispered his name, “Makari.”
He suddenly sprang up with everyone else. They were screaming and jumping as Pavel had won the race. Reluctantly, I joined them. My mind was heading home already. The announcer’s voice came blaring through the speakers. “Pavel Vasiliev in car thirty-five has won the race with a record time.”
Turning to Makari, I saw that he was shining with excitement and pride. If his smile were any broader, it would wrap around his head. As more announcements came through, the room fell silent as everyone listened.
The announcer cleared his throat before speaking. “Congratulations to racers one, two, and three. Please note that these young men's family, sponsors, and friends will be welcome at the winner circle event later tonight.”
Makari glanced at me, his smile tempting me. I was excited for them, but wanted him to take me home. He pulled me into a quick hug and kissed my cheek. “Did you see that?” he asked.
Before I could reply, the Chernykh brothers approached us. They shook Makari’s hand as the eldest spoke. “Well, I must say, your brother has done us all proud today.”
“Thank you,” Makari responded. “It is his passion, after all.”
“Yes, it clearly is,” the other one added. I think Makari called him Avgust. “That means we will all be attending the party.” He looked me up and down as he continued. “Right, Makari?”
“Well,” Makari said, looking at me strangely.
Before he could continue, the Chernykh sisters interrupted. Misha flung her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek and congratulated him. I felt disgusted and slightly angry as I watched. But then he pushed her back softly as he spoke. “Thanks, but you should give those to Pavel.”
They laughed, and Misha blushed. Surely, he wasn’t going to this party. After all, he had to take me home. There was so much tension between us; I was sure he could also feel it. Something had to happen soon.
Before I could ask, Pavel entered carrying a large golden trophy. Everybody’s attention turned to him as they cheered. Pavel moved around the room, shaking hands with each person. Misha even kissed him, and I couldn’t help but notice the blush coloring Pavel’s cheeks. He was obviously flustered as well, but the blush still showed.
A waitress came in, serving everyone a glass of champagne. Makari handed me one as he pulled me closer.
He held me tight around my waist, squeezing me tenderly. I couldn’t stop absorbing his essence. I wanted him more than ever. My hunger for him grew with each twitch or move. We toasted and drank champagne as everyone congratulated Pavel.
Then, once we placed our glasses down, he turned to the Chernykh sisters standing beside us. “Excuse me, Misha,” he said. “Can I ask you to please take Grace to my house and just make sure she’s safe?”
“Sure thing,” Misha responded, smiling.
Glancing at him, I wondered what was happening. I pulled away, making him look at me. “No!” I grumbled. “I want you to take me home. Please, why won’t you go home with me?”
“No, sorry, Grace,” Makari replied. “I have to go with Pavel. But Misha will take good care of you. You will get home safely. I have arranged with two guards to stay there. You really don’t have to worry about a thing.”
I felt disappointed and a little humiliated as well. He handed me off like an old rag. I didn’t know the Chernykh sisters that well, yet he trusted them with my life. I didn’t want to go with them. I wanted to stay with him. Or at least he could have taken me home.
Wasn’t he interested in what I had to offer? Didn’t he want to go home with me? I thought he did, but then something changed. I couldn’t understand why he would do such a thing.