Chapter 21
LUKE
I wake up with Jessica in my arms.
My girl.
In my mind, she’s been my girl ever since she caught my attention, so the word just slipped out when we were on the phone with Sarah.
When Jessica asked me, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to clarify my expectations with her. There’s no one else for me, and I feel like the luckiest guy having her all to myself.
I nuzzle into her neck, and she stirs in my arms.
“Morning, baby.” She turns around to face me.
“Morning, baby,” she says shyly, making me smile wider.
Jessica fascinates me. She can be the most confident woman, asserting herself or telling me exactly what she wants in the bedroom, but then she’s shy about calling me baby.
It’s adorable.
I’m happy I bring out all sides of her and can’t wait to explore other parts of her as our relationship deepens.
We stay in bed, cuddling and talking about the exceptions for the day before I have to get up and ready. Race day means I need a big breakfast.
“Do you want to go into the paddock with me today?”
I ask her, and I really hope Jessica wants to take this relationship to the next level. It’s been good just the two of us, but I want to show her the world, and I don’t want us to hide.
“I don’t know, Luke. I want to look a little into the whole rules of fraternizing with a driver before making anything public, if that’s okay with you?”
My heart drops a little, but I also want to respect her wishes.
I couldn’t care less if anyone would say anything about our relationship, but I can also understand that the situation is different for her.
She’s not used to being in the spotlight, with people judging her every move. I kiss her softly and look into her eyes.
“We will do this in your time, baby, no worries. I can order a driver to take you back after breakfast?” She nods and gives me one more kiss.
She may not be mine in public, but she is in private, and for now, that is more than enough.
After breakfast, I take the elevator down with Jessica, making the most of our last moments together before the chaos of the day begins.
“Go get that championship lead, hotshot,” she tells me.
“Do I get a reward if I do?”
I’m not above making a deal with my woman.
“If you win the race by more than five seconds, I’ll let us both out of our misery tonight,” I swallow hard at her words.
Well, if that isn’t the best motivation I’ve had in a while.
“Make sure you’re ready, baby girl. You’re going to need all your energy tonight.” I give her one last lingering kiss before lightly smacking her ass, sending her on her way.
She looks over her shoulder at me, blowing me a kiss before leaving the hotel lobby and heading to the waiting car outside.
Game on, princess.
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I’m sitting in my car, waiting for the red lights to go out, signalling the start of the race. The engine is roaring, and adrenaline is coursing through me.
When the lights turn green, I stomp on the gas and blast off from the starting line. I maintain my lead during the first lap, checking my mirrors.
The initial laps of an F1 race are usually chaotic. During these early laps, cars are close together and have the best chances to pass and move up the grid.
As the race progresses, positions tend to stabilize, making it harder to climb.
“0.8 seconds ahead,” my race engineer updates me through my earpiece.
By lap 5, I’m over a second ahead of the car behind me. I keep my focus and stay on track.
By lap 15, I’m three seconds ahead.
By lap 25, my lead exceeds 5 seconds, and I can’t help but smile thinking about Jessica.
Being an F1 driver means staying focused throughout the race. Anything can happen, a crash, a weather change, a bad pit stop, and so on, which means you must remain at your best the entire race.
Lap 35, and I’m leading by over 10 seconds. Our pit crew did an amazing job, as they almost always do, but I’m especially grateful today.
Lap 45, and I’m ahead by fourteen seconds. When I cross the finish line on lap 53, my race engineer is on the radio.
“That is P1, and the championship lead is on. Congratulations, mate—what an amazing drive you delivered today.” I smile, thinking about the reward later tonight.
“Well done to the whole team. What an incredible weekend; we’re in the position we should be. Thank you, everyone.”
When I’m sure the drivers behind me have crossed the finish line, I ask what my winning margin was.
“You were flying out there today; the winning margin ended up being 17.88 seconds.”
I smile.
Jessica better be ready.
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When I get out of my car, the only person I want to see is Jessica, but as expected, she’s nowhere in sight.
I can’t wait for the day I get to celebrate with her; hopefully, it will be soon.
I celebrate with my team; everyone is cheering and celebrating a strong team effort.
Then it’s time to cool down with the other drivers in the top three.
Peter had a small crash and was knocked out on the fifth lap, which makes my lead even stronger since he’s been the biggest contender so far this season.
When I get my phone back, I smile seeing a text waiting for me.
Jessica: Sure seemed like you were a little extra motivated today hotshot. Congratulations on a great race, proud of you <3
Luke: Thank you baby girl. I can’t wait to claim my real prize later today.
When it’s time for the podium celebration, I spot Jessica in the crowd, and she’s all smiles.
I take it all in, the cheers from my team and the fans, the champagne spray, and, best of all, the beautiful girl cheering for me amid the chaos.
Afterwards, I shower quickly and try to complete the interviews as quickly as possible. It still feels like forever, but my mood is way lighter than Baku and Bahrain, now that I’m the one leading the championship.
Whenever you have a bad day on track, you still have to face the media afterward.
Nothing like talking to a bunch of reporters who ask you what you did wrong and why you didn’t perform the way everyone expects.
Today, everyone is congratulating me on my great drive and being on top.
When I finally finish and head over to Star News, I see that they’ve already left for the day.
I send a text to Jessica, asking if she’s ready to go, and she immediately texts back that she’ll meet me by the exit.
I pack up my stuff, say goodbye to the team, and make my way to my car.
Sometimes the team goes out for a celebratory dinner; other times, we’re too tired to do something big and extravagant.
Today, I made it clear I had plans, but I told everyone that dinner and drinks were on me if anyone wanted to go out to celebrate our win.
I drive over to the exit and spot Jessica. She’s as gorgeous as ever with her hair down. She’s wearing a black trench coat and maybe some stockings again?
That would make this day even better.
She slips into my car and immediately leans over to kiss me.
“I’m so proud of you,” she tells me with admiration in her eyes. I lean into her again, not getting enough of her.
“Ready to go?” I ask her, and she nods.
The anticipation is rising, both of us knowing how the night will end. I grab her hand and lace our fingers together before asking her about her day.
“Well, I just had to hear everyone gush over how amazing Luke Hastings is, so it was rather terrible.” She jokes at me, making me chuckle.
I don’t mind someone reminding her just how amazing her boyfriend is.
She tells me that some of the social media content they’ve been working on was posted today, and it seems to be performing very well so far.
“My hardworking reporter. I might have to give you an exclusive interview when you get your big break,” I tell her, and she smiles at me.
I’m not the biggest fan of elaborate interviews, but I would trust Jessica to tell my story if we ever decided to do one.
“Yeah, yeah. People would probably make fun of me for having sex eyes at you the whole time.” I bring our hands up and kiss her knuckles.
“Ah, baby, but it would go both ways so that they could make fun of both of us.”
We head to the hotel and take the elevator upstairs. I told Robert to have dinner ready, but to leave us alone for the evening.
What I plan to do with Jessica is for my eyes only.
When we arrive at my suite, dinner is already set up with candles burning softly, casting a warm amber glow across the room. Robert has carefully covered the food to keep it warm, and I make a mental note to give him a nice bonus for the romantic setup.
We sit down together, and I can feel the simmering tension palpable between us, every glance and subtle touch adding to the electric atmosphere.
We enjoy the meal, slowly savouring each bite and each other’s company, the silence filled with unspoken anticipation.
It’s like slow torture, but the best kind.
After dinner, we quickly clean up before I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.
She surprises me when she gently pushes me onto the bed and steps back.
Then Jessica slowly unbuttons the trench coat, opens it, and slips it off, letting it fall to the floor.
“Holy fuck.” I gulp and look at her.
Jessica is standing in front of me wearing bright red lace underwear. A matching thong and bra, together with a garter belt that connects to the black stockings I got a glimpse of earlier.
“You’ve been wearing this for me under that coat? If I’d known, I would have ripped it off you an hour ago.” My eyes wander over her, so stunning and confident.
I sit closer to the edge of the bed and pull her toward me, my hands touching every part of her.
“You like it, hotshot?” She teases me, and my cock is hardening to the point of pain, looking at her.
“You’re breathtaking, Jessica.”
I start kissing her stomach, and her hands find my hair. I take my sweet time torturing her with my lips and tongue, starting slow and deliberate.
I explore her body, and when she almost tumbles over from my touch, I grab her around her body and lay her out on the bed, continuing my exploration of her body.
I kiss the inside of her thighs before releasing her garter belt from the stockings.
Then I grab the end of the stocking with my teeth before dragging it down her legs. Her breathing is heavy, and her expression alone almost makes me come undone.
I give the other stocking the same treatment, and Jessica is watching my every move, heat radiating off her.
When I get to the end, I drag my tongue up her leg before settling between her thighs. I kiss the outside of her thong and feel her wetness through the fabric.
“Feeling good, baby?” I ask her, and she lets out a moan as soon as my finger dips inside her thong and into her heat.
“The best.” She sighs.
I start working my finger in and out of her, and Jessica grips my hair tightly in her hands.
“God, Luke, you make me feel so good,” I add a second finger and rip off her thong, which elicits a small yelp from her.
“Sorry, baby, I’ll buy you new ones; they were in my way,” I tell her before lowering my tongue and lips to her heat. Jessica moans and whimpers, making me rock hard.
She starts riding my face, and I tell her to get up on her knees. She looks a little uncertain when I position myself right under her. I cock an eyebrow at her, a silent challenge.
“Now sit.” She follows my instructions, getting into position over my face before she starts grinding her heat against me. When I feel her hands on my cock I stop my movements for a small moment.
“What’s made you stop, Luke? Can’t handle my hands on you?” She teases me before gripping my cock tightly.
Right away, I focus on pleasuring her with my tongue and fingers, and we start a competition to see who can get the other one off first.
Jessica leans over and starts sucking me off, making me concentrate that much harder on giving her pleasure. Since I had a head start, I tip her over the edge first.
We remove the rest of our clothing before I tell her to lie back on the bed. I take her in, and she smiles softly at me.