16. XANDER
Chapter 16
XANDER
“ X ander! Just the man I was looking for!”
I glanced up from my desk to see my buddy John poking his head in, a wide grin stretching across his face. I had been engrossed in reviewing reports and planning for our next races.
Weeks had passed since Lyca had started avoiding me, and it was driving me crazy. Immersing myself in work seemed to be the only remedy, and thankfully, it had paid off; even my dad had praised my efforts recently.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Congratulations for what?” I asked, setting aside my work to give him my full attention.
“For proving everyone wrong,” John replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “People are starting to see that you're not just here because of your dad. You're actually doing a damn good job managing the team.”
A surge of pride swelled in my chest at his words. It felt good to know that my hard work was paying off and that I was earning the respect of my colleagues based on my own merits. But despite the satisfaction I felt, there was a pang of disappointment as well.
I couldn't shake the desire to share this moment with Lyca, to revel in our accomplishments together. But she had been avoiding me like the plague, and there was nothing I could do to change that.
“Thanks, man,” I said to John. I wondered then if he was still sticking by his made-up story just to be able to see Lyca alone. I didn’t have to ask, though, because he was the first one to break it to me.
“That Lyca Taylor is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen who doesn’t seem to be interested in a relationship,” he remarked, sitting across from me. “She’s like a rock that’s hard to break! And she’s so immune to my charms!”
I laughed. But deep inside, I was relieved.
“I heard she hasn’t dated anyone here ever,” John added. “And so many guys have shown interest.”
“Yeah…” I said casually, though my head was suddenly filled with images of our last rendezvous in her office. If the other men here found out…
“Anyway, I’m not interested anymore. It’s a waste of time. I’ve got my eyes set on someone else now.”
“Who?” I asked curiously.
“Phoebe, that hot assistant!”
I burst out laughing, and he looked at me in an odd way. “Oh, Phoebe. Yes, she’ll jump at the chance to be with you, for sure,” I told him. “I think you could be her type.”
He grinned. “Thanks, man. I’ll see you later.”
That evening, as I made my way to the racetrack, the familiar scent of gasoline and rubber filled my senses, offering a strange comfort amid the turmoil of my emotions. I needed this. I needed the adrenaline rush, and the sense of freedom that came with speeding down the track.
But as I approached the race car, ready to let loose and release all the pent-up stress and tension, my gaze landed on a solitary figure, nearly blending into the shadows. There was a palpable sense of solitude surrounding her. With each step closer, a jolt of recognition coursed through me, and my heart quickened its pace. It was Lyca.
Should I say hi? What’s she doing here?
She then turned to my direction and saw me. She was astonished, perhaps not expecting anyone to be around here at this time. Maybe she’d wanted some time alone. Hesitantly I raised my hand to acknowledge her presence. She nodded and gave a faint smile.
I decided to approach her. “Lyca,” I called out softly, my voice carrying across the stillness.
“Xander,” she replied coolly, her tone guarded.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts before speaking. “I... I wanted to apologize,” I began, my words coming out in a rush. “For everything. For whatever happened between us. I didn't mean for things to get so... complicated.”
Lyca's gaze softened slightly, and she shrugged nonchalantly. “It's fine,” she said dismissively, beginning to stand up from her seat.
But before she could walk away, I reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “No, wait,” I said urgently, my heart pounding in my chest. “Please, Lyca, let's start over. Let's forget about everything that's happened and just... start fresh.”
Our eyes locked in a moment of intense silence, and for the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to hope. To hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to move past our misunderstandings and build something new.
“Sure,” Lyca answered with a shrug.
“Hey, have you ever been on a race car?” I asked out of nowhere. I just had this sudden idea. But now I felt like it sounded stupid. After all, Lyca had been in this industry for a long time. Her father and brother were fans of racing when she was little.
“Yes, but just for photos. It wasn’t moving.”
Her response caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily stunned. And as her words sank in, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Here was an opportunity to share something with her, something exhilarating that she'd never experienced before.
“Well, how about we change that?” I suggested, a grin spreading across my face. “Come on, I'll take you for a spin around the track. Trust me, it's a whole different experience when you're actually moving.”
Lyca hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. But then, to my surprise and delight, she nodded slowly, a tentative smile playing on her lips.
“Okay, why not?” she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity.
With adrenaline flying through my veins, I offered her my hand and she took it. We headed down the bleachers together, with my heart pounding furiously.
“This will be fun, I promise,” I told her as we got into my bright red race car. Sensing her nervousness, I gently squeezed her hand, offering reassurance, but quickly withdrew, not allowing my touch to linger. She nodded and gave me a brave smile.
I helped Lyca strap into the passenger seat, trying to ignore the wild electric currents that shot through me as our bodies brushed against each other. Then I handed her my spare helmet, the one that I used before.
“Look, this is my lucky helmet,” I mentioned as I fastened my own — the one that she’d given me on my birthday.
Her eyes seemed to take in the helmet. She smiled but looked away. I suddenly felt awkward because I remembered that it was that fateful night when we’d made love for the very first time.
I brushed away the thought and flashed Lyca a grin. “Ready?”
To my delight, she nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ready as I'll ever be!”
With that, I revved the engine and we surged forward, hurtling around the track with breathtaking speed. The rush of wind whipped through our hair as we navigated each twist and turn, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Lyca, her eyes widening with every adrenaline-fueled moment. Gripping the sides of her seat, she held on tight, the thrill of the ride evident on her face.
“Wooohoooo!” I yelled. “Isn’t this great?”
“Oh, yeah!” she bellowed, then a peal of laughter escaped her lips as she eventually loosened up.
We continued to race around the track, and I could see Lyca gradually letting go of her reservations, her initial hesitation giving way to pure joy. And when she finally let out a joyful scream, I couldn't help but join in, the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of the moment washing over me. It was a moment of pure freedom, and I couldn't imagine sharing it with anyone else but her.
“Whooooo!” Our voices echoed into the night as we got out of the race car, still buzzing with that natural high. With helmets off, we raised our arms triumphantly, as if we had just broken free from the confines of a prison.
I could feel my heart racing, not just from the adrenaline of the ride, but from the electrifying connection I shared with Lyca at that moment.
As we stood there, our breaths slowly steadying, I found myself captivated by the way the moonlight danced in her eyes, casting a gentle glow across her beautiful face. It was like we were in our own little world, separate from the chaos of the racing track.
“Wow, that was amazing,” Lyca exclaimed, her voice filled with awe and excitement. “Now I understand why you love it so much.”
I grinned, feeling a sense of pride swell within me. “Yeah, it's something else, isn't it? There's nothing quite like the feeling of flying around the track at top speed.”
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, laughing.
“I’m glad you did it with me,” I said in a gentler, softer voice, taking her hand and pulling her close. “It’s moments like these that make life worth living, right?”
Suddenly, our laughter had grown quiet and we were gazing at one another with an unspoken understanding.
“I agree,” Lyca murmured. “I just realized that life is short, and we have to make the most of it. Sometimes we need to take risks.”
“Yes.” But I didn’t make any other move. We simply stood there in each other’s arms, looking at one another.
As if on cue, the track lights all turned off automatically. That meant it was closed already. We were draped in darkness.
Then to my surprise, she made the first move, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing herself closer to me. She pressed her body against mine, and our lips collided in a passionate kiss, unbridled by any reservations.
The kiss intensified in just a few seconds, both of us blazing with sexual fire and bursting with the longing that we’d tried to keep bottled in.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, eventually prying it open and revealing the lacy bra that was barely holding her breasts. I kissed her neck and made my way down to her chest. She unfastened her bra, making it hang loose and giving me full access. In the darkness, I devoured each breast with my mouth and hands, making her bend back as she pulled my head closer.
She now lay on the hood of the race car, breathing heavily, yearning for more.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whispered, admiring her radiant face and perfect body that was slightly illuminated by the moonlight.
We kissed again fervently, the intensity between us growing with each passing moment. As I turned her around and lowered her pants, she stretched out her arms on either side of her body, looking like an angel against the backdrop of my car.I let my lips travel down her back, heading toward her perfectly shaped bum. I gently slapped one cheek after the other, while making my fingers dance around her clit.
The possibility of being watched faded into insignificance as our passion consumed us. We were too engrossed, too aroused, and eager to sexually please each other and to have our desires fulfilled.
I stroked her clit as I kissed and licked her sexy ass. And when I stretched out my hands to massage her breasts, she placed my index finger in her mouth, sucking it like she would when blowing me. The erotic sensations began to spread throughout my whole body, making my cock very hard and ready to get into the action.
Eventually, she let out a long, throaty moan, signifying her climax. I kept touching her, pleasuring her, and it drove her to a series of wild quivers with sexual explosions.
Right after her climax, I pulled her up to a standing position and gave her a torrid french kiss that further pushed my libido. We kissed nonstop until we got to the bleachers where I sat down and positioned her on top of me.
Slowly she pushed herself down, making me fill her once again, my hardness moving deep within just as her nipples rubbed against my lips.
The wind blew our hair, reminding me that we were outdoors and could easily be caught. But it just fueled my thrill and my arousal. I circled her tiny waist and guided her up and down on me as we gazed into each other’s eyes with an even greater lust than before.
“Oh, that’s so damn good,” she murmured.
“And you’re so fucking hot, Lyca,” I told her right before I sucked on her nipples.
“Fuck me more, Xander… harder… please…”
And I did. Not once, but three times that night in different areas of the racetrack. We’ll never look at it the same way again.