Chapter 67
Niki
Icheck my phone. It’s eleven p.m. I was supposed to meet Rosie and the other drivers two hours ago!
I send Rosie a text. She, Sasha, and Rosie’s family are in their own suite. She might be in bed. She deserves a good sleep.
Niki: Are you still up?
Her reply is instant. She probably waited to hear from me. Shit.
Rosie: Yeah. Are you okay? Senna said you were thinking a lot about the race.
Niki: I’m anxious but excited. Do you want to get a drink? I could come to the bar.
Rosie: Let’s meet in your room. I’m heading up now. I left Sasha chatting up an engineer.
A laugh slips free.
Niki: Sasha came for a driver and stayed for an engineer. She’s very wise. We’re a nightmare. Good idea about my room.
I barely have enough time to check myself in the mirror before she knocks on my door. I fiddle with my grey joggers so they rest on my hips. I love it when she gives fuck-me eyes.
Her face is flushed, and I drag her into my room.
“Did you run?” I ask as I twirl tendrils of her hair around my finger. I adore her hair and her body but also the way she blushes and ducks her head.
I tuck my finger underneath her chin and lift her head. Her eyes meet mine.
“Maybe.” My chuckle has her blushing more. “I was worried about you.”
“I’m sorry for not meeting you downstairs. I was hyperfocused,” I explain. We sit next to each other on the leather sofa in my room.
She kneels on it and stares at me. It’s like she’s burrowing into my brain. All she’ll find there are the words Property of Rosie.
“But you’re okay. Your anxiety isn’t too bad?”
I pull her onto my lap. My kiss is as soft as a whisper.
“It’s manageable. I’ve needed a couple of moments to myself, and when someone sneezed, I told them to leave the garage until they were certain it was allergies. I’m not the old Niki, but there are glimmers of him. I loved driving in qualifying today.”
Her smile falters briefly. “I’m happy for you. It was a rush.”
“What kind of rush?”
She turns away, but I pull her back, holding her face. “I love seeing you like this. You make my life run smoothly and fix everything around me so I can be the best version of myself, and yet you’re all shy even though you’re grinding against my dick.”
She chuckles.
“I’m falling in love with every part of you, Rosie.”
“Really?”
I nod and a soft smile pulls at her lips.
“I feel the same, Niki.”
My kisses caress her neck, and I’m rewarded with a breathless moan. I grip her thighs as she grinds against me.
She grabs my hands and holds them to her chest, stilling me. She nibbles her lips, eventually saying, “We can’t do this.”
“Sorry. I should let you sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I’m grinding on your dick, for fuck’s sake. But you’re racing tomorrow. You need sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I want you.”
“But the race,” she stutters. She lets go of my hands, and I slide them under her dress as my kisses roam her skin. My chain hangs from her neck, and my cock judders against her. The ring hangs beneath her throat, and I can’t get over what that does to me.
“I want you in my bed.” I toy with her lace knickers, grazing the cuff of her ear with my teeth. “Did you wear this pretty wrap-around dress for me?”
She nods. “It’s like the one I wore when we met.”
“The night I wanted to lay you on the beach and sink into your pussy while learning how my beautiful fake wife sounded when she moaned.”
“I wanted that, too.” She’s breathless as I carry her to my bed.
“What else did you want that night?” I gently undo her belt. Her eyes sparkle. Her dress falls open, and I growl at the turquoise lace underwear set. “I never gave you your knickers back that night. They’re still in my desk drawer.”
She whimpers as I brush kisses against her calves. I tease her pussy through her knickers. A wet spot soaks through the lace. “Are you going to answer my question? What else did you want that night?”
I pull her knickers to the side, and my mouth hovers above her pussy.
“Baby, I’m waiting,” I whisper.
She quivers and releases a ragged breath. “I wanted to feel sexy and adored.”
I flatten my tongue, sweep it across her pussy with a hungry growl. I need more of her.
She buckles against me, and I place my palm against her stomach to keep her still.
“You’re already so wet for me. So needy and perfect.”
She whimpers loudly.
“I know, angel. I’m going to make it so fucking good for you.” My promises are like little vibrations against her warm skin.
I lick and suck her clit as she writhes against the bed. She grips the sheets between her fingers as I take her to the edge of orgasm. Her breathy moan undoes me, and her trusting stare reminds me I’m not alone anymore.
Tonight isn’t the night for games or edging or control. It’s about showing her I adore her. I pull one of her legs so it’s wrapped around me, pinning me to her. I slide one, then two, fingers inside her, and her tight pussy clamps on them.
Her nipples pebble against her bra. Hints of their rosy colour draw my gaze, and her breasts heave as I finger fuck her.
“I want you to come against my tongue. I want to taste it.”
“Yes,” she moans throatily as I continue to work my fingers inside her and suck her clit.
I hum as her whole body tightens. I don’t need to tell her to watch me. Her eyes widen as she nears the edge. She’s holding back, like she doesn’t want the arousal to end. I reach up and pinch her nipples, and she comes, screaming her climax for me.
“You were beautiful. I love watching you come.”
She smiles sweetly as she pants. Her entire body glows for me. I crawl up her body and lie beside her, cupping her face. My kisses skim her neck. They travel as if possessed by my love for her. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, and finally her lips. Our tongues dance as she shares her post-orgasm joy.
My skin tingles with every graze of her fingertips up and down my chest.
“Rosie,” I say on a breath as she slides her thigh across my pelvis.
She shirks off her dress so she’s in her pretty lace underwear. She’s beautiful. Her personality shines from every inch of her. I never thought I’d deserve her. Her curves cry out for me, and I grab her hips.
I’m obsessed with the way her body feels against me. I want to touch all of her forever.
“You smell so good, Niki.” Her hand slides into my joggers, and she palms my dick. It’s not a frenzied hand-job or a prequel to fast sex, but like she’s enjoying having me against her skin. My cock thrusts against her palm.
I groan as she straddles me.
My fingers thread through her hair, and I pull her to me so I can taste her as she grinds against me.
The kiss is like her, delicate yet full of a power that can break me.
But she doesn’t.
She builds me up at every opportunity and gifts me strength. She makes the impossible possible while giving me freedom to breathe and be me. I don’t want to spend another day without her smile.
I groan in her mouth as she strokes me harder.
“I need you inside me,” she murmurs against me, her kisses dusting my lips. “I need you on top. I want you to…”
Her pause shows her fear. I’m scared, too—scared at how much I’m falling for her and that we’re on the precipice of making decisions about our future. I’m scared that I can’t imagine being without her. But it’s not just my decision.
“Do you want me to make love to you?”
She nods.
“I love that you trust me enough to admit it.”
She’s fucking glowing.
I roll us so I’m above her. I pull a condom out of my joggers before pushing them off and kneeling above her. She removes her knickers, and I regret not doing it myself. I love sliding the lace down her thighs.
“Play with that pretty pussy for me,” I request as I sheath my dick.
She strokes her clit. Her cheeks are flushed, and her boobs nearly spill out of her bra.
“Are you ready for me?”
She nods, and her legs widen. It’s instinct for her now. I grab her feet and yank her so she’s lower down the bed.
Her gasp makes my cock judder.
The scent of her arousal fills my lungs as I lie between her thighs.
“So fucking incredible.” I tuck my fingers underneath her bra strap and tug it down, replacing the material with my lips. She rubs her wet pussy against me, and I lose my mind.
I lick and swirl my tongue around her nipples as she grinds against me.
I stare at her tits, now swollen and flushed with her desire. “You’re so beautiful.”
She doesn’t deny it like she sometimes does. Instead, her smile lights up the room.
My arms bracket her head, and I lick her neck, making her whimper.
Her eyes are wide with wonder as I slide my dick against her, teasing her and preparing her.
I sink into her as I kiss her softly. She lifts her pelvis to meet me as we make out. Her heels press into my thighs as I slowly pull back and thrust inside.
Rosie is soft and completely open to me. Her hands fall to the side of her head, and I thread my fingers through hers. We kiss for so long that I lose my focus. I pull back and stare at her. She looks at me, and I whisper, “I think I love you.”
“I think I love you, too.”
I give her a half smile, not because I don’t mean the joy thrumming in my chest, but because I’m not scared or worrying for the first time in ages. I’m at peace with her.
Slowly, I speed up my thrusts, aided by the way she whispers, “More, Niki, give me more.”
She pulls her thighs closer to her chest to feel me deeper, and I thrust harder.
I pull back and fuck her more fervently. Her mouth is in the shape of a silent moan, and I kiss her hard. She eats up my caresses, famished for more of me.
At her groans, I lick and suck her neck.
“I’m already close,” she cries, “but I want you to come first.”
I shake my head and scrape my teeth against her skin.
“Yes, Niki. I want you to come first.”
“That’s never going to happen. It will always be you.”
She cries out. Her nails scratch my back, and I fuck her faster. My ring glints under the lamps.
“Come with my cock deep inside you. Come for me.”
She screams for the second time that night.
Her body unclenches, and she throws her head back into the pillow.
Her eyes widen, and she releases a moan that spurs on my thrusts.
Her pussy clenches around my dick, and I feel every part of her climax as it takes her and rolls off her in waves.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
And I don’t know if it’s her satisfied smile, or the way she grabs my face and pulls my head to hers to kiss me hard, or her hot skin against mine that breaks me. I come deep inside her. She moans with me, relishing in my climax and kissing me to taste my delirium.
“So fucking perfect.” I rest my head against her chest.
Her fingers tease my hair as she hums with happiness.