Chapter 84 Callum #2
“My plan,” she said, stepping closer, “is to win. To hold my ground and show them that I’m not going anywhere, no matter what they throw at me. That’s what I’ve been doing since day one.”
There was no arrogance in her tone, no bravado. Just a quiet, unshakable determination that made me proud of her.
“D’accord,” I said finally, meeting her in her language so she knew I heard her. “I’ll be watching.”
“Good.” Her lips tipped in a faint, almost teasing smile. “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”
I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me, but the sinking feeling pressing down on me didn’t lighten.
She could brush this off all she wanted, but I couldn’t shake the image of Morel’s smug grin, or the way Takeda had laughed like it was all a game, or how Schreiber and Kowalski stood there snickering.
“You need to take this seriously,” I pleaded, painfully worried for her safety and all the what-ifs. Like, what if I lost her before she was ever mine? What if she got hurt and I knew about it and did nothing to help? What if, what if, what if?
Her smile softened, and for a moment, the blaze in her eyes dimmed. “I always do, Cal.”
The nickname brought me back to reality and off the edge of the spiral.
I blinked away the image of her car in the wall, crumpled, the way her brother’s had been.
I reminded myself that she wasn’t étienne.
She was better than him, and I had to trust her.
I shook my head as I turned to leave. Her resilience and instincts would keep her alive.
I had to believe that for my sanity. She wasn’t fazed by their games, and maybe that’s what scared me the most. Her unwavering confidence in the face of danger was something I admired—and truly envied in this moment—but it didn’t make it any easier to walk away.
Her calm in my storm was one of the many reasons why I couldn’t stay away from her, and I hoped she felt the same way I did. But it was race day, and that meant we both needed to focus. We had to be rivals to the rest of the world. I just prayed that she’d heed my warning out on the track.
“Wait. Before you go.”
Her voice stopped me in my tracks, soft but commanding. My hand froze on the door handle as I turned back to face her. “Yeah?”
“You still have a problem you haven’t dealt with.”
Chuckling, I responded with, “I know. It won’t go away if I’m in the same room as you. Kind of like how you can barely speak English when you get flustered and how you blacked out when I took my shirt off last night.”
Aurélie stepped closer, crowding my space, her soft scent making me feel light-headed. “You can’t leave here with it.” She leaned in, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “There’re too many people watching.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and my eyes were glued to hers.
I reached up and tugged on one of her braids. “What are you suggesting? The walls are thin, and you screaming my name isn’t exactly quiet.”
She grinned, and the sight was so breathtaking that I sucked in a sharp breath. My dick was throbbing, aching to be freed from my race suit, full-mast now. I felt suffocated, in need of relief, but not willing to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
Her hands slid up my sides, and even through the fireproof layers, I felt my skin warm from her touch. When she reached the base of my throat, she gently tugged the zipper, dragging it at a painfully slow pace down my torso.
“Aurélie,” I warned. But she didn’t stop. She pushed the sleeves off my shoulders, and I just stood there like a bloody idiot. That is, until she had my suit pulled far enough around my hips and she dropped to her knees in front of me, and every other thought I’d had left my brain.
She was still half-dressed, and when she licked her lips, I about lost it. She wrapped a hand around my straining erection through the thin barrier of material, and I instinctively reached out to grasp the nape of her neck.
“You need to be my good boy and stay quiet,” she murmured before pulling my cock out, and it took everything in me to not make a sound. “Or I’ll stop.”
Be my good boy.
Yeah, that was going to stay with me for the rest of my life. She’d definitely unlocked a new kink.
She smirked, and I grabbed her chin with my other hand. “Open,” I whispered, and she complied instantly, leaning forward to take the tip into her mouth.
Holy fucking Christ.
Her tongue swirled my piercing, and my grip on her tightened.
My mind flashed to last night—the way her asshole had squeezed my fingers at the same time her pussy did, her breathless gags echoing off the gym walls, raw and primal.
I’d come so hard in her throat I’d seen fucking stars, gutted and possessed in equal measure.
She was mine in a way no one else ever had been, and I didn’t want to let go.
She took more of me until I hit the back of her throat, and when she kept going, I let out a ragged sigh.
Aurélie’s hands held the back of my thighs, controlling her movements expertly.
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, the golden-green hues nearly swallowed by her pupils.
Her perfect, pouty mouth around my dick was a sight I’d never be able to unsee.
This was my every wet dream come true: her on her knees, sucking me off before a race?
Her tongue trailed from base to tip as she bobbed up and down, her saliva coating me, her mouth so fucking warm and wet.
Both of my hands were on her head, my restraint barely in place, when my balls tightened, and the base of my spine tingled.
My head fell back, and it took everything in me to not make a sound.
She kept sucking. I thrusted into her mouth, fast and filthy, wanting to bruise her throat and leave her voice raspy, and I was close, so close.
I should’ve warned her, but I couldn’t. I needed to stay quiet.
But she knew, because her hand cupped my balls, and that was my final undoing.
The orgasm shuttered through me, her mouth milking me and taking every drop.
My chest heaved, sweat slicking my spine as I looked down at her like I’d never seen anything more obscene—or fucking perfect. Slowly she pulled back, leaning back on her ankles and sticking out her tongue to show me a mouthful of my cum.
Naughty girl.
“Don’t swallow,” I growled, something primal coursing through me.
I didn’t want her to swallow. I wanted to taste myself on her tongue.
I wanted to kiss her slow and deep, feel it shared between us like some salacious, sacred vow.
Last night, we’d collapsed together on the gym floor, all sweat and breath and quiet laughter.
It had been both dirty and devastatingly intimate and left me shaken.
But today? I didn’t even think. I just grabbed her braids and hauled her to her feet like I owned her.
I crashed my mouth to hers, moaning against her lips as my tongue swept across hers, tasting myself.
Claiming it; claiming her. She whimpered into the kiss, that sweet, ruined sound vibrating through me as her hands gripped the back of my neck, as if she didn’t want to let go.
Her mouth was hot, salty, sinful. I wanted to stay here forever—devouring her, marking her from the inside out.
I licked into her deeper, tongue sliding over hers as if I needed to taste every last drop, because I did. Because she was mine, and this was mine. My mess, in her mouth, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever tasted in my life.
And then I did the unthinkable, because apparently I acted only on impulse around her.
I pulled back just enough to spit it all back in her mouth, grabbing her chin firmly between my fingers. “Swallow it, baby. Every fucking drop. Show me who you belong to.” My voice was a dark command.
Her throat worked as she obeyed, and fuck, I could’ve come all over again just from the sight of it.
I didn’t even give her time to recover. I just took her in—half-dressed, swollen lips, watery eyes—and lost the last shred of restraint I had.
I gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and spun us around until her back slammed against the wall.
Fuck the noise it made. I wanted the whole goddamn paddock to hear it and know she was mine.
“You’re fucking dangerous, Dubois,” I rasped.
“And I’m never going to recover from this.
” My mouth found that spot on her neck that made her melt—her fucking weakness.
I’d marked it already, but I didn’t like that it was fading already.
“You wanted me to be quiet. I was a good boy, but now you’ll have to reward me for it later. ”
She gasped as I pressed my hips against her, her hands gripping my biceps, desperation in her eyes. “Later?” she panted, not bothering to hide her need.
I kissed her swiftly before I put distance between us, knowing we needed to wrap this up. “After you win this race.” I tucked myself back into my suit, then zipped it back up.
Aurélie hummed, stepping around me to grab her phone and her fireproof shirt. “It seems so unlike you to not be confident you’ll win.”
I watched her type out a text before glancing up at me, and it was as if our moment had never happened, though the memory of it would stick with me forever.
Never in my entire racing career had I allowed that kind of distraction to happen, and I would have to take a minute to regroup once I left here.
“You’re on pole position, and one of the best defenders on the grid.
Monaco is a difficult track to overtake, but mostly, I believe in you, baby.
” The pet name slipped out more casually than ever before.
I snapped my mouth shut before I could say anything else that might wreck her concentration—or make her look at me like that again.
“No, no, no.” She wagged a finger at me as she yanked her shirt over her head with frantic movements. “Don’t go there. Not right now, not here. You can’t call me baby or love or any kind of French pet name outside the bedroom.”
I arched a brow. “Technically, we’re not in the bedroom right now.”
She scowled, putting her hands on her hips. “You know what I mean, Callum. When we’re not—” She gestured wildly between us, cheeks flushed, voice breathy. “When we’re not doing things.”
“Doing things,” I echoed slowly, lips twitching.
She stamped her foot like a cartoon character, and it took everything in me not to laugh.
“This isn’t coming out right.” She huffed and turned her back to me like she needed a second to reset.
I gave her one. Her voice was quieter when she spoke again.
“What I mean is, when we’re about to get into cars and drive at insane speeds, when we need to be focused—sharp—we can’t afford distractions.
And you…” She turned back around, eyes cutting straight through me.
“You’re the distraction. Because when you say things like that…
” Her voice broke, just barely. “I think you might mean them. And if I let myself believe that for even a second…” She swallowed. “I’ll fall in love with you.”
My heart slammed into my ribs so hard I swore it echoed through the walls, because the truth was…
“Maybe it’s too late for that,” I confessed.
Her lips parted and her eyes widened as if she’d heard the confession for what it was.
And I wished desperately that for once our mild language barrier could’ve interfered, because this wasn’t how I should tell her for the first time.
Fuck, I’d only just started to understand these feelings myself, and I’d never felt this way before, and she deserved better, and—
Before either of us could say anything more, the door swung open, and Jules re-entered the room. Just outside the door, a few Luminis engineers turned away like they weren’t trying to peek in here to see what was going on.
“Your suit,” Jules said, holding it out for her to take.
She gave him a polite smile. “Thank you so much.” Her eyes drifted back to me, and that look completely disarmed me.
“Just… keep your head on straight out there, Dubois,” I offered, before turning on my heel and high-tailing it out of there.
Her voice followed me as I stepped into the hallway. “You, too, Fraser.”