Chapter 55
FIFTY-FIVE
Irefuse to let her win, not out of spite—okay, a little out of spite—but mostly out of anger. She dared to attack Noah. She could have killed him, and now, because she didn’t get her way, she’s invading his business, his life, and trying to one-up him. It’s time I took this bitch down a peg.
My grandma always told me I can’t hit a woman, but I sure as shit can beat her at her own game.
I practice every single day, barely leaving the track to do anything other than eat and sleep. Conan and Noah are worried, but they’ll eventually understand. Sky keeps me company and senses my determination, and for once, he doesn’t argue with me.
When we get to qualifiers, I don’t hold anything back. My typical happy attitude is missing, replaced by furious determination, especially when I see Amanda giving interviews in her pit. When they come to interview us, I don’t let Sky do all the talking.
“We are determined to be the best, and we will earn the top two spots like we have at every race this year,” I tell them.
“How do you feel about the previous regulation team’s new drivers?” they query, and I know my smile is cruel.
“I feel nothing. They are not a threat to us. Money might have bought their way to this track, but talent is what wins it, and they’ll see that today. We will show them that. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” I move past them to the track, and Sky follows, chuckling.
“Damn, all I ever needed to do to get you like this was threaten Noah.” I throw him a glare, but he keeps smiling. “Use it,” he says when I reach my car. “Use it and beat them. Show them who you are. I’ve got your back, brother. I always have.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod. “We need to show her she can’t mess with us, not here.”
His smile is particularly mean. “Then how about we throw our plan out the window?”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, knowing Noah will kill us.
“A little . . . warning.” Sky grins. “You in?”
My growing smile matches his, and I smack my helmet against his. “I’m in.”
Laughing, he strides over to his car, and I turn my head before I get in mine to see the driver for Nos glaring at me. My smile grows wider before I shove my helmet on and blow him a kiss, then I climb into my vehicle and wait.
My heartbeat slows as I pull up to the line and wait, ignoring the announcements as Noah’s voice sounds in my headset. “Sky, you good?”
“Good, old man.”
His voice softens. “Mackie, you good?”
“Good.” I smirk as I tighten my grip on the wheel.
“Okay then, do you both remember the plan? We’ll take it easy and lock in on the top two spots. No frills or showing off.”
“Sure thing,” Sky replies, and I hear his amusement.
“Of course, Noah, whatever you say,” I say, smiling as I sense his confusion then anger.
“You aren’t going to stick to the plan, are you?” We remain silent, and he sighs. “You have another plan that will stress me out, don’t you? Why do I even bother trying?”
“You’re cute when you plan,” I tease, and Skylar gags. “But sorry, we have our own today. See you at the finish line.”
I swear I hear him mutter, “It’s a good fucking thing he’s cute,” as the lights start flashing red, then amber.
I prepare, my foot on the pedal, and when it’s green, I take off, driving up next to Sky.
We remain steady in the middle. Nos is starting at the back, so we begin to let everyone else pass us.
“Uh, guys, the goal is to be at the front, not the back,” Noah grouses.
“I heard Mackie likes it from the back,” Skylar teases, and I flip him off without looking as we take the corner in sync, moving into formation before parting to allow the last two drivers to pass us, and then we move back, side by side.
I can sense everyone’s confusion, but we keep it up as Nos’s regulation driver powers up behind us, and then Skylar and I share a nod and a smile.
He tries to go left. We move with him. He tries to go right. We move that way, like flowing water in perfect sync.
We block him, not even trying to win. We are simply sending them a message.
They are not welcome here.
We do it for the first lap, then when we hit the second, we floor it, easily catching up to the others. We overtake two at the first corner, using them to block Amanda’s driver as we move through their ranks until we are in the middle again, and by the next lap, there are only three in front of us.
That’s when we really show them what we are made of.
“Good. If you have finished fucking around, could you win the race please?” Noah grumbles.
“On it,” Sky replies as I slip in behind him, and at the next turn, we work on passing another driver, then we spread out again.
Sky and I agreed we would both give our all for these races.
We are working together for that title, and a win for either of us is a win for each other.
We don’t care who gets it, so we race each other as well, passing the next car until only one of Blizzard’s racers remains in front of us as we hit the straight and power up.
I change gears quickly, and as Sky moves right, I move left.
Blizzard’s man has to choose whom to block, and his hesitation ruins him.
We both slip past as we reach the last corner, and then it’s really on.
“Catch me if you can, cutie,” Sky teases.
“How about you keep up, old man?” I retort as I move forward, our cars inches away as we leave everyone else behind, and it’s just between us as we cross the line within seconds of the other.
By the time we stop and get out of our cars, the results are in, and I groan as I see that Sky won by a millisecond.
He grabs me, swings me around, and clutches my helmet, smacking his against mine.
“You’re catching up, padawan. One day, you’ll pass me.
Don’t worry.” He doesn’t seem bothered by that as he skips to the stands to find his man.
I search next to Bones, and when I find Conan, I smile, raising my hand. I wave, ignoring all the cameras as I walk to the pit. I don’t want to kiss him publicly and upset Noah, so I don’t, but I’m glad he came.
He kept his promise, and that means a lot to me.
As usual, there’s a celebration. It was only a qualifier, but everyone is hyped by how mad Amanda and her team were.
They stormed off, blasting out of the end interviews, which is a big no-no.
The energy is high for the team, and I nurse my beer in the kitchen area of our garage, listening to them regale each other with stories of how we raced today.
Sky joins in with Bones sitting on his knee.
Alek laughs with Evan, and Conan grins as he looks at me, his eyes sparkling with pride and love.
I wink as I take a sip, but I search for Noah.
When I don’t see him, I jump down and walk over to Conan, kissing his cheek. “I’ll be back. Will you be okay for a minute?”
His arm slips around my waist, and he looks up at me. “I’ll be fine. Go find him.”
Grinning, I kiss him again, ignoring the whistles, then I grab another beer and go in search of my grumpy boyfriend. The first place I check is his office, and like I suspected, he’s behind his desk, his eyes narrowed on his computer as he takes notes.
“Really? You’re already rewatching the race?” I sigh as I put the bottle on his desk and perch on the surface, blocking his screen. “You should be resting. Today was a big day.”
“I’m not that fucked up. I can still work,” he fusses as he leans back, placing his hand on my leg. “I didn’t like some of Amanda’s driver’s tactics. I was reviewing the race to counter them in the future.”
“Not right now, you aren’t. We’re celebrating.” I reach over and turn off the screen, plunging his office into shadows. “Come on, everyone is out there.”
“No, my everyone is in here,” he replies as he reaches for me.
I don’t evade his hands, and he hauls me into his lap, sighing happily before his smile turns devious. He tugs at my shirt, sliding his hands under it before he reaches for my belt.
“Noah,” I rasp, my eyes wide as I push at his chest. “They could see.”
“Let them. I want to reward my boy.”
“Hmm, so you aren’t sulking about the moves we pulled?” I grin as his hands slide down and grip my ass, adjusting me higher against him.
“If I were, would you make it up to me?”
“Pervert,” I grumble, but I place my hands on his shoulders. “If you’re quick, I’ll let you reward me.”
“Oh, baby, with you, I can never be quick,” he growls, “but too late.”
I yelp as he stands and walks around his desk, dropping me on his couch, and then his lips find mine, and all my protests disappear as I reach up, carefully cradle his head, and deepen the kiss.
One of his hands presses against the back of the sofa, holding on as he moves closer, his other hand slipping under my shirt and caressing my chest before sliding down and into my undone pants.
Pulling away with a gasp, I close my eyes as he wraps his hand around my length.
I lie back and let him strip the clothes from my body before he kisses every inch of me like it’s the first time.
I grumble and lift my hips for attention.
Chuckling, he kisses the tip of my cock in that same, soft manner before I open my eyes and glare at him.
He opens his mouth and swallows me, taking me all the way to the back of his throat as I bang my head back into the cushion.
Pleasure spirals through me before he pops off my dick and slips up my body, kissing me.
Noah swallows my moans as he moves between my thighs.
I lose myself in his kiss, tasting his desperation that matches my own.
When I feel his cock at my ass, I moan into his mouth, the lube I didn’t feel him apply slides across my hole as he teases me with the tip of his dick. I bite his lip until he hisses, his hips jutting forward and burying his length within me an inch before he pulls out and slowly pushes in.
Despite my hands urging him on, he takes me slowly, until he’s buried all the way inside. He’s so big, he stretches me, and something about the slow way he takes me allows me to feel every hard inch until I’ve never felt so full.
I show him that with my kiss, gripping his ass possessively as I lift my hips to meet his loving, soft pace. “My boy,” he croaks as he presses his forehead to mine, both of us panting, sharing the same air. “God, I missed you.”
“I’m right here,” I assure him. “I’ll always be right here.”
“You better be,” he murmurs before he swoops back in, stealing my lips again as he makes love to me.
It’s soft and slow, each rolling thrust pushing me toward oblivion as his lips claim mine and hold me hostage.
I haven’t had him since we got home. I didn’t dare make his injury worse, but fuck, I missed him, and it’s obvious he feels the same as he takes his time with me.
I lose myself in him as my pleasure gradually grows, like slow, crashing waves hitting the shore until it finally washes me away, and I cry out into his mouth, coming all over myself.
The pleasure steals my vision and senses for a moment, but when I recover, I frown. He’s hard and still inside me.
Opening my eyes, I find him grinning down at me. “That’s my boy. Now let me remind you of what will happen if you ever try to leave me again.”
Pulling from my body, he flips me and shoves me into the sofa, slamming into me in one brutal thrust that forces a scream from my lips.
“That’s it, scream for me, baby. Let everyone hear,” he hisses as my cock hardens again, trapped between me and the cushion as he drives into me, fast and hard, unlike how he just made love to me. All I can do is hang on and push back, taking him deeper.
“Noah, harder,” I beg, and he snarls in my ear, giving me what I want until I’m slammed forward with each movement. It will hurt tomorrow, but right now, it’s utter perfection. He’s all I know. He’s my anchor as I cry for him.
Yanking my head back, he drives into me from behind, forcing my eyes open and on his office door. “Keep watch, baby,” he teases. “Can’t have them finding your boss balls deep in your pretty ass, can we?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. The idea of someone walking in does something to me.
I strain my eyes, trying to keep them open, my hands gripping the couch as he bends one of my legs, positioning me how he wants.
The new angle causes his length to hit my prostate.
Drool drips from my mouth as I gasp for air, and when his hand slips between us and squeezes my balls, I lose it, coming for him with a cry.
Hissing, he fights my tight ass. I whimper and tremble from my release, and then he groans my name in my ear, driving into me so deep, I know we’ll never be apart as he comes.
Panting, I lean back into him, both sweaty and grinning. “Fine, you can reward me whenever you want.”
“Good, I plan to.” He kisses my cheek. “Give me a minute to recover, then we’ll go and join the party.”
“Getting tired, old man?” I tease, even as I relax into the couch, hoping he never moves, because his weight is perfect.
“Not too tired to show you just what this old man can do,” he growls, making me laugh, but I yelp as he rolls us again.
I manage to escape from his hold and pull my clothes on, even as I shake from how hard we fucked. I open the door, pointing at him in warning as he grins. “Leave me alone, you pervert,” I tease before fleeing. He chases, and my laughter fills the air as we rejoin our friends.