Chapter 19
LUKE
I finally finish all my responsibilities for the day and drive over to the Star News trailer.
I called Jessica earlier and let her know I’d pick her up as soon as I was done.
When I turn the corner, she’s waiting for me, looking as gorgeous as ever. She’s wearing loose, washed-out jeans with a tight white shirt on top, a leather jacket, and her signature heels on her feet.
I get out of the car, but she quickly gets in before I have the chance to greet her properly outside. I get back in my car.
“You need to drive. I don’t want anyone seeing you here, and someone will certainly recognize your car.”
I do as she tells me, but as soon as I’m outside the track area, I pull over to the side of the road.
“What are you—” Before she finishes her question, I grab her face, turn her toward me, and kiss her hard.
“Greeting you properly,” I tell her simply before turning back to the road and pulling out.
Jessica is flustered in her seat, and I smile at that before grabbing her hand.
I’ve been thinking about having a moment alone with her all day, and now that she’s finally here, I feel myself relaxing.
Being part of F1 means dealing with numerous responsibilities and tasks each day, especially during race weekend. I’m grateful that I get to live my dream, but being here in this moment with Jessica, who doesn’t require anything more than my presence, is calming.
“Tell me about your day,” I say, and she happily begins talking about the new social media strategy she’s working on for Star News.
They’re expanding into more platforms, and Jessica believes this can put them ahead of other, more traditional media outlets.
This has become her own little project, making me feel proud of her.
“I believe that this will be a nice change for us, but also for you guys, the drivers and the teams, who can have a different format for some of the content that is being produced in this sport.”
Hearing her passion and drive for journalism and how the team also appreciates her ideas makes me happy for her.
I park the car before helping her out. I guide her to the entrance of the sushi restaurant I always visit whenever I’m in Japan. I’m looking forward to being Jessica’s own personal guide whenever we travel to a new city throughout the season.
We’re shown to our table, which is located in the corner of the restaurant, providing us with some privacy.
Racing in Japan has many perks. There aren’t photographers and paparazzi like those found, for example, in the US.
This gives us more privacy and freedom to explore the places we visit. The Japanese people and culture carry a great sense of respect for others. This means we are left alone for the most part.
We order a selection of sushi before Jessica asks me how my day has been.
“It’s been busy. After the whole paint incident yesterday, everyone was a little on edge, as we don’t know who did it or why.
But other than that, it’s been good. The car is slowly getting better, so hopefully I’ll get the leading spot in the championship,” I tell her, and she grabs my hand on top of the table, linking our fingers together.
“Everyone knows that you were the fastest driver in Baku. The strategy messed you up, but you bounced back already in Bahrain, and you will continue to do so.” She assures me, and hearing her confidence means a lot.
Even though everyone has been saying the same thing, it means more coming from Jessica, who’s a damn good reporter and also a supportive friend.
Is friend even the right word? It’s maybe too early to call her my girlfriend, but we’re definitely more than just friends.
Friends don’t usually give each other orgasms.
We talk some more, and Jessica tells me about her best friend, Sarah.
I start laughing when Jessica shares the story of Alexander McGregor, poor guy.
If Sarah is anything like Jessica, he’s going to have a tough time bouncing back from that.
I may have knocked Jessica, almost on her ass, the first time I met her, but at least I didn’t accuse her of being a hooker.
“She sounds like a firecracker,” I say, making Jessica smile.
“She certainly is. All my bad decisions lead back to Sarah and all her ideas.” I can’t imagine Jessica having any bad decisions under her belt, but I’m eager to find out.
“Have you told her about me? About us?” I ask her hesitantly. Here goes nothing.
I really hope she has, since I keep blabbering about Jessica to anyone who will listen, which is limited to Robert and Sebastian.
And since Jessica is determined to keep us a secret, it’s not like I can discuss her with many others.
“Yeah, I have. I told her I met this idiot who almost knocked poor Steve down on my first day, but he’s proved himself to be quite the thoughtful man afterward.”
It makes me happy to hear that she’s told her best friend about me.
“Sure sounds like a man worthy of your time,” I tell her, and she responds with a smile.
We share a dessert before I pay the bill, and we head back to my car.
“Can I drive?” she asks me, and I raise an eyebrow at her, contemplating whether she’s being serious or not.
“Do you even have your license?” I ask, making her roll her eyes.
“Of course, hotshot, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.” I toss her the keys, and she gapes at me.
“Really? Luke, I was messing with you.”
I open the passenger door and get in before she can back out.
I’m not concerned.
Even if she crashes the car, I can afford a new one.
I don’t think I have the ability to say no to this girl, and I don’t even care about it. If she wants to drive my car, she’s going to drive my car.
She’s not all that confident when she slides into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seat forward.
“Really, Luke, if I damage your car, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She’s lost some of her bravado now, but I’m not worried.
“Then, it’s simple, don’t crash my baby.” I tell her and lean back in my seat.
She starts up the car, and when she’s made sure no other cars are passing by, she drives out onto the road. I guide her around the city, and her confidence grows for each kilometre behind the wheel.
I never thought I would let anyone drive my car, not even Sebastian has.
Every time he visits, he gives me crap about how the only thing I really care about is my car.
Each time, I tell him he can get his own sports car.
Once she gets the hang of it, relaxing more into her seat and not gripping the steering wheel like her life depends on it, I decide to test her a little.
I place my hand on her thigh, slowly making circles at first. When I apply more firm pressure and guide my hand to the inside of her thighs, Jessica’s breath hitches in her throat, and her voice is all husky.
“Luke, don’t.” She’s keeping her eyes on the road, but it’s clear that my touch is affecting her.
“Scared you’re not going to be able to handle it, princess?” I tease her, and she swallows.
That sparks her fire, and her chin lifts slightly.
“Of course I can handle it.”
That’s my girl, always up for a challenge.
I adjust myself in the seat, turning more towards her before whispering in her ear.
“Perfect, then make sure you keep the car on the road when I make you cum on my fingers.” I bring my hand inside her pants, and even though the position is making it a little more difficult than yesterday, I’m a man on a mission.
I brush my fingers over her clit and find her already wet for me.
“Been imagining this baby?” I ask her before getting straight to work. I don’t want to push our luck, so my goal is to get her off as quickly as possible.
“I may have thought about those fingers of yours a time or three during the day.” She tells me, and I hum before pressing my finger inside her.
I love it when she takes ownership of the attraction between us. She clenches her thighs together when I add a second finger.
“Keep those legs spread, Jessica, or I won’t get you off,” I tell her sternly, and she immediately does as I say.
I start circling her clit with my thumb. She whimpers and grips the steering wheel harder.
“You’re such a good girl, keeping my car all in line while I explore my new favourite place.” She lets out a moan, and I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, finding the right rhythm based on the noises she’s making.
She bites her lips, and she grips me tightly, letting me know she’s getting closer to the edge.
“Come on, baby. Be a fucking good girl and let go. Let me see you come apart all over my fingers.” My girl really likes the dirty talk, which makes me even harder.
I press down harder on her clit, and she goes over the edge. When I’ve ridden out her orgasm, I withdraw my hand, licking off my fingers.
“You really like to do that, don’t you?” She asks me and watches me quickly out of the corner of her eye.
“What? Licking off the evidence of the pleasure I just gave you? Hell yes, I enjoy that very much.” She blushes at my answer.
“You want to come to my place?” I ask her. I want nothing else, but I also don’t want to rush or push her too hard.
“I really want to, Luke, believe me. But honestly, I don’t think I’ll have the self-control not to rip your clothes off, and a part of me doesn’t want to rush things.”
Well, if that doesn’t boost a man’s ego, I don’t know what will.
“I totally understand, princess. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, so it’s safer to sleep in our own beds.” I reassure her, and she drives back to the track area.
When she parks my car, I get out, ready to give her a proper good night. She goes straight into my arms as I hug her tightly, pressing her against my car.
I waste no time pressing my lips to hers. Her arms go straight to my hair, and just to let her know what she’s doing to me, I press my body harder against hers, making sure she feels my hard length.
She shudders and kisses me harder, making me groan. When her hands start skimming under my shirt, dangerously close to the waistband of my boxer briefs, I grab a hold of her hands and break us apart.
“If you start down that road, princess, I won’t be able to not drag you along with me. So now you’re going to take your pretty ass inside that trailer before I put you on the hood of my car.” I tell her, and she gives me one last lingering kiss before pulling away.
“This wait is going to be the death of me. Good night, Luke,” she says before slipping into the trailer.
I couldn’t agree more, but I also know that the wait will make it that much better.