Chapter 28
Lily
I have my arms around Jessica, squeezing her as my life depends on it, as Luke is finishing the last lap of the Las Vegas Grand Prix.
Just a few more turns, and he’ll be the new world champion.
A childhood dream is becoming a reality.
When he crosses the finish line, fireworks erupt into the sky, and the cheers in the BMW garage go crazy.
Half of the engineers are hanging on the barricades, cheering Luke on as he crosses the line.
The tears streaming down my cheeks match Jessica’s, who is an even bigger mess than I am.
“He did it,” she whispers, the pride in her eyes evident before we exchange another hug.
Then the whole family exchanges embraces, emotions running high.
I’m grateful we’re able to experience this together, being here on the most important day in Luke’s career.
He’s worked for this moment his whole life, and now it’s here.
I watch the screens as Luke takes a victory lap around the track, waving to the fans and soaking up the atmosphere.
I feel Sebastian’s arms around my stomach before he lays his head on my shoulder as I lean back into him.
“Can you believe it?” I ask, pride swelling in my chest at seeing Luke and the support he’s receiving.
He’s been the golden boy, the one everyone expected to win this whole season.
But Formula 1 is filled with rivalry and unpredictable turns at every corner.
You never know what can happen.
He’s had his challenges, but he pushed through and proved himself once and for all.
“Yeah,” Sebastian murmurs in my ear, and when I turn to look at him, I see the emotion in his eyes as well.
“Sebby, are you crying?” I ask, unable to contain my teasing.
He scoffs and mutters an “of course not”, but his smile tells me otherwise.
He knows he’s full of shit.
Sebastian has known Luke almost as long as I have; they’ve been there for each other their whole life.
No wonder he’s feeling emotional, just like the rest of us.
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone that you’re a cry-baby,” I tell him, and when he nips at my earlobe, the desire surges inside of me.
Just the reaction I wanted.
I might enjoy teasing him, knowing he’ll put me in my place later.
“Careful,” he whispers, making me smile.
Luke has finally parked his car, and we make our way over to where the rest of the team has gathered.
Luke stands on top of his car, cheering with his arms over his head and looking up at the sky.
Then he runs over to his team, who catch him and engulf him in hugs and more pats on the back than you can count.
When he spots Jessica in the crowd, he runs straight to her, lifting her up into his arms as she places her hands on his helmet and kisses the part covering his mouth.
Cue the tears again.
This title means a lot to Luke, but having Jessica by his side through it all—and being able to celebrate it together with her—might be the bigger victory for him.
Our parents have always been a little worried that he wouldn’t find someone who loves him for who he is.
Not his name, money, or fame.
Then, he stumbled—quite literally—into Jessica on one of her first days here in the paddock.
She knew who he was, but she sure as hell didn’t bow to the golden boy.
No wonder we also became fast friends.
“Will that be us when I win the Champions League?” Sebastian asks me.
He also admires Luke and Jessica and their moment together.
The butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
I would love for that to be us.
And the fact that Sebastian just said that suggests he considers us long-term.
He hasn’t said or done anything to imply otherwise, but part of me has been a little worried about what will happen when I go back to the States.
Will we do long-distance?
How will that go?
I’ve gotten so used to having him around, I know I’ll miss him dearly.
I know what I want, but I’m not sure if he wants the same thing.
Being in London has been amazing, and not just because of Sebastian, even though he’s a big part of it.
I love the city and its atmosphere.
I’ve always wanted to travel and try to live somewhere else, but life hasn’t taken me down that route before my London adventure began.
Now, I don’t want it to end.
I want to continue living there and explore all the sights I haven’t seen. Try the foods I haven’t yet.
I’m scared to take that up with the man behind me.
What if he wants to go back to his routine without me?
I’m sure he would make sure the blow was as soft as possible, but I’m terrified to find out.
So for now, I relish in the feeling of knowing he at least sees this as something more long-term, no matter the format.
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I apply the last of my makeup, a smile taking over my face.
I look good if I can say so myself.
We’re getting ready to head out and celebrate.
Being in Vegas means I had the opportunity to take it all out in the makeup, hair, and clothing department, which I love.
Nothing like having the opportunity to pull out the big guns.
My hair is curled, my eyes are smoky, and my outfit is daring.
The skirt I’m wearing is tight around my hips, and I’ve paired it with a top that reaches my throat, but almost my entire back is exposed.
Family around and all that.
Better to have the back exposed than the girls in front.
I’m eager to see Sebastian’s reaction as well.
I kicked him out of the bathroom as soon as he finished his shower.
As I turn the door handle, I’m the first one to stare.
Sebastian is facing the mirror in our room, his back to me, but I see his reflection in the mirror.
His shirt is open, exposing his abs as he’s pulling at the tie hanging around his neck.
When he catches my eye in the mirror, he halts his movements before he turns around, taking me in.
He traces every curve of my body with his eyes, taking his time admiring me.
When he reaches my face and eyes, he gives me a sinful smile.
“Come over here, Lily,” he commands.
I’m usually very comfortable in high heels, but now, with the desire simmering between us and the anticipation of what he’ll do, I’m a little unsteady as I make my way over to him.
When I reach him, he lifts his hand and lightly runs his fingers from my cheek, down behind my neck, and over my exposed back.
“Magnificent,” he whispers.
Christ.
Is it possible to come just from the sound of a voice?
I might have to put that theory to the test.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth, he puts two of his fingers inside my mouth before he lifts a single eyebrow.
“Suck,” he orders.
I do as he tells me, taking my time running my tongue around his fingers and looking into his eyes.
Ever since our first night together, he’s proved just how wrong the men before him were for me.
Sebastian gets me.
He understands my needs and desires.
And he’ll make sure I enjoy every second of it.
He withdraws his fingers before he tells me to bend over and hold on to the mirror.
“I can recall some comments, Lily, can you?” he says, his hand slowly caressing my ass.
“Hmmm, no. I can’t,” I say, and when his hand comes down on my ass, I cry out from the sting and the pleasure.
He takes hold of my skirt, lifting it up over my ass, exposing my thong.
“You sure?” he asks.
I’m looking at him in the mirror, watching him as he stands behind me.
“Yeah, I think you need to remind me,” I say, eager for him to continue.
His hand comes down again, and I grip the mirror harder in my hands, trying to steady myself.
“I can recall you being a fucking brat—calling me a cry-baby, for instance,” he says, slapping my ass once more.
I moan, feeling the wetness gather in my thong as Sebastian runs his hand down from my ass to my thighs.
He doesn’t touch me where I need him the most, taking his time and dragging out my pleasure.
“And then there was something about being scared of your brother.”
Another slap, and I can feel the heat rising on my butt cheeks.
Sebastian goes down to his knees directly behind me, and even though I feel slightly exposed, I trust him to make me feel good.
He drags his finger all the way from my calf up the inside of my leg, before I’m certain he’ll finally touch me where I need him.
But then, he makes his way down again, taking his sweet time as I buckle against him, desperate for his touch.
“What do you want, Lily?” he asks, his hands moving slowly.
“You,” I say, feeling like I might die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
“Finally, a correct answer,” he says before rewarding me. He plunges two of his fingers inside me, and I cry out, meeting his thrust as he finds the perfect rhythm.
“Look at you, fucking my fingers like you’ve been made for it,” he says, and when I look up into the mirror, our eyes meet, the intensity overwhelming as he pleasures my body.
“Sebastian,” I moan, the sensations taking over.
Just as I think I can’t hold back any longer, he drags some of my wetness up toward my butthole. He watches me in the mirror, looking for any signs of discomfort or that I don’t want this.
I’ve never gone down that route before, but I’m quickly learning that anything Sebastian does to my body makes me feel fantastic, so I trust him to do this as well.
I give him a nod before he continues smearing my wetness, making sure I’m slick.
Then he slowly sinks his finger inside my hole, telling me to relax.
The sensation is new, foreign, but as I get used to his touch and he continues fingering me, the pleasure starts building again.
“How are you feeling, Lily?” he asks me, watching me intently in the mirror.
“So fucking good,” I say, breathless from the pleasure.
As he intensifies the pressure and starts circling my clit at the same time, I feel the orgasm building in my core.
“Sebastian, I’m close,” I moan.
He continues his movements, taking my body to heights it’s never experienced before.
The orgasm rocks my body, and one of my hands slips from the mirror, but Sebastian quickly catches me, still pleasuring me and riding out the orgasm as my body turns to mush.
Fucking hell.
That was intense.
Sebastian gathers me in his arms before he puts me on the bed.
“Good?” he asks, a twinkle in his eyes.