Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
ROME
This can go either way.
Tessa can refuse to cross the line for the third time, or she can give in to the only thing I think capable of clearing my head.
I’ve been on my best behavior where she’s concerned; my focus stable, my qualifying solid, and then Beck’s text came through.
Maybe it’s because I know my father’s watching me every single second he’s able, with Beau glaring at me from across the paddock and very carefully dropping subtle threats when I’m within earshot, but I’m wound up. If I don’t get it under control, it’ll bleed out onto the track.
Tessa peeks at me through her thick lashes, a soft breath escaping through her parted lips. With one arm wrapped around her lower back, I press her tighter to me and grab a hold of her chin.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
I swallow.
I hate admitting I need help or showing weakness in any way, but I can’t seem to hide when it comes to her. I’m desperate to tell her every thought in my head, share every secret I’ve been asked to keep.
Is this what it’s like to trust someone?
“I’m clearing my head.”
I grip her chin hard and kiss her.
Life flows back into me, energy surging down my limbs. I make a guttural noise, and I know it’s because I’ve had to suppress every last thought of her and shift my focus to the race and each sharp corner of the track.
I can’t get her out of my head.
Tessa gets past her shock, her tongue sliding against mine. Blood rushes to my groin, and I tug her with me to the couch, our mouths never separating. I slip my hand beneath the thin athletic skirt she’s wearing, and I cup her ass to pick her up.
I sink onto the couch and take her with me.
She straddles me, her long brown hair falling around us like a veil as she leans backward. “What are we doing?” she mutters before going back in for another kiss.
We’re on borrowed time.
Kissing her was supposed to calm me for a second, but now my dick is throbbing, and I’m itching to touch her everywhere.
I slide my palm up the inside of her thigh, and she shivers. Heat pools in between her legs, and I’m right at the crease of her panties when she stops me. Her fingernails cut into my skin, and she drags my hand out from in between her legs.
“Don’t deny me now, Princess,” I groan.
I’ll beg if I have to.
“Shh,” she shushes. “Stay quiet.”
I quickly glance around and remember where we are.
Shit, what am I doing?
Tessa pulls on my attention like I’m a puppet on a string. Her hesitant fingers slide underneath my long-sleeve top and move over each ab carefully until she reaches the top of my boxers.
The touch alone makes my dick jerk.
My stomach pools with desire, watching her slide off my lap.
She lands on her knees. She isn’t–
Fuck. She is.
I flex my hips, and she pulls my half-zipped race suit down to my thighs, the rest of my pants and boxers going next. My cock is hard as a rock, but it doesn’t deter my naughty engineer in the least. Her tender hand wraps around it, and all the blood rushes to the tip.
“Tess,” I say her name like a plea for her to put me out of my misery, and she does.
Her lips wrap around the tip, and she slides me inside her mouth slowly.
My adrenaline spikes, like I’m out on the track instead of inside this tent with her.
I ease my head backward and white knuckle the sides of the couch because I’m afraid if I don’t, I’ll grab the back of her head and choke her with my cock.
“Fuck.” I bite down on my lip.
Tessa sucks me harder and faster, those pretty lips perfectly wrapped around my dick. Her eyes peek at me through thick eyelashes, and I thrust my hips.
It’s too much.
She’s too fucking much.
My head spins, and part of me wants to get her to stop sucking me off so I can fuck her instead.
Tessa flicks the bottom of my dick with her tongue, and my orgasm shoots out of me without warning.
“Shit,” I grunt.
I attempt to pull out of her mouth so I don’t drown her with my cum, but she doesn’t let up.
My phone alarm goes off.
It’s time to go, yet I can’t stop watching her swallow every last drop. I’m devastated from the sight.
Once she’s done, she stands, and I quickly tuck myself back into my pants.
“Looks like we’re out of time,” she says, running her fingers through her hair. “Is your head clear now?”
I blink through my daze.
She holds her hand out for me, and I take it, standing full height above her.
In the midst of getting myself situated and zipping my race suit, I lock eyes with her.
She tries to act casual, as if she didn’t get down on her knees in front of me, but the longer I look at her, the more her mouth tries to curve into a smile.
“We gotta go,” she stresses.
There’s still a slight glimmer in her eye that I can’t help but chase.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks over her shoulder on her way to the opening in the tent.
She knows exactly why I’m looking at her like that.
I follow after her, but before she leaves, I grab her from behind and press her back against my chest. My mouth hovers over her ear, “I expect you to be in my room after this race, Princess.”
Her voice is quiet. “I think that depends on how well you race, don’t you?”
I grimace, and she winks at me over her shoulder.
With pink-dotted cheeks and swollen lips, she muses behind a grin, “Good luck.”
I don’t need luck when it comes to her. My perfect firecracker engineer is the biggest motivator I’ve ever had, and if my race performance is any indication of whether or not I’ll have her in my bed later, I’m going to push every single limit on that circuit.
I’ve never had something worth it waiting for me at the end of a race, so the thought of her being off limits doesn’t cross my mind twice.
It isn’t until the light turns green and I hear her soft breaths in my ear that I try to suppress the dangerous thoughts of her naked.
Her voice switches from sultry to professional as quickly as it takes me to get up to speed, and by lap fifty, we’re like a well-oiled machine.
She’s calling the shots, and I’m abiding by them.
However, when she’s in my bed later, I’m going to make damn sure that the roles are reversed.