Chapter 39
LUKE
She loves me. That’s the only thought in my head, on repeat as the medical staff ask all their questions.
Luckily, I’m let off the hook quickly when they realize I’m fine. The crash was significant, but it looked worse than it was.
Our cars are designed to break apart in a collision, while our cockpits are designed to keep the driver safe.
Of course, the crash wasn’t pleasant on my body, and I feel a little hammered, but nothing I can’t handle.
Having Jessica tell me she loves me, well, that sends another kind of rush through me.
Seeing her concern for me made me see these crashes in a slightly different light.
For me, crashing is part of the sport, and even though we try to avoid it, we also know that it’s part of being an F1 driver. Seeing how scared she looked made me realize how terrifying it must be to be a spectator to this sport.
I know my family is always worried I’ll crash and injure myself, but seeing the raw reaction of Jessica was something else.
The good thing that came out of the crash was her telling me she loves me.
I’ve been feeling vulnerable myself for saying the big three words but having them out in the open feels natural. I don’t even know why I was worried in the first place.
When I return to my hotel room, Jessica is waiting for me with dinner ready. She meets me at the door and raises her eyebrows when she sees that I’m still in my racing suit.
I decided the occasion calls for something special, and I know the racing suit gets my girl all hot and bothered.
I’ve showered and changed into a clean one, because no one would be in the intimate presence of the ones we have used on the track.
She goes up on her toes, giving me a proper kiss in greeting.
“Missed you, hotshot, I must say, this is a rather pleasant surprise.” She looks over the race suit again as I hold her in my arms.
“I thought the occasion required something special for my love.” She sighs at that, giving me the most stunning smile.
My nicknames for her are slowly piling up, but unlike when we first met, she loves it.
I’m looking forward to fulfilling another one of our fantasies, but when my stomach rumbles, she chuckles before leading me towards the table.
Once again, Robert has outdone himself with a fabulous meal. He called me earlier, asking if I was alright after the crash, and letting me know he wasn’t staying for dinner today.
“Do you ever get scared?” Jessica asks me after a while, referring to my crash.
“I’m not scared in the sense that I go around afraid I’ll crash, but when I lose control, like today, I have a small second before I hit the wall where I’m wondering just how bad it will be.”
You can’t go around thinking about the next time you’ll crash or how bad it can be. If you do that, it will consume you. To succeed in this sport, you must be willing to take risks that many would not.
“Yeah, I get that. I’m glad you’re okay.”
I grab her hand resting on the table, running my thumb over her fingers.
“I had to make it out alive; you hadn’t told me you loved me yet. If I had known it would take a crash, I would have done it sooner.” She looks at me with disbelief before shaking her head with a slight smile on her lips.
“Yeah, we couldn’t have that, could we?”
We finish our meal and clean up the kitchen. Just as Jessica straightens up from the dishwasher, I sneak up behind her. Then I lean down and whisper in her ear.
“What surface should I fuck you on first, baby girl?” Her breath catches in her throat as I drag my teeth down the side of her neck.
“Kitchen table,” She whispers, causing me to stop my movements.
“Why that specific table, Jessica?” I trace my fingers across her stomach and boobs, making her lean more weight into me. I tease her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, smiling when I feel the puckered buds.
“Because that’s all I’ve been imagining the whole dinner.”
Great minds think alike.
I roughly turn her around and kiss her before I lift her up, carrying her over to the table. Then I lay her down and quickly take off her top and pants.
She’s wearing another one of her matching lace sets, this one in hot pink. I lean back, bringing one of my hands to my mouth.
“Jessica, you look stunning.” I lick my lips before I lean down, kissing every part of her that my mouth will reach.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, hotshot.” Her eyes are glazed, and she’s tearing at my shirt, helping me out of it.
Then, I’m standing before her bare-chested with my race suit hanging down from my waist.
Now, it’s her turn to ogle me. Jessica is always looking at me like I’m her every wet dream, but the look she’s giving me right now is something else.
She stands up from the table, and before I have the chance to react, she’s down on her knees, working my cock out of my race suit.
“Fuck Luke, I need to taste you.” I grab her hair, relishing in the feeling of her lips around my cock. She starts sucking with a determination that quickly has me cursing and groaning, making me feel fucking fantastic.
The sight of her in her underwear, working me in and out of her mouth whilst she looks at me with the most sinful expression, almost sends me over the edge, but I pull back before I take a hold of her, spawning her across the table again.
When her underwear is off, I plunge two fingers into her, finding her dripping wet for me.
“Christ, baby girl. Sucking my cock gets you this wet?” I start fingering her at the same time as I draw circles on her clit, making her moan and thrash under me.
“Answer me, Jessica, what made you this wet?” I lean down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth as I continue driving my fingers into her.
“You, Luke, you made me this wet.” I bite down on her nipple, making her cry out, and her walls clamping down on my fingers.
“That’s fucking right, baby girl. Now, let go.” I continue driving my fingers deep into her, circling her clit at the same time, and I pinch one of her nipples, which sends her over the edge. She cries out my name, and I reach for my cock before positioning myself at her opening.
“Hold on, baby girl.” I drive into her with a hard thrust, making the table move slightly. Jessica is tearing at my arms, climbing my body, meeting my every thrust.
Over and over, I push into her, driving us closer to the edge. Jessica kisses me, grabs my ass, and drags me as close as possible. Her nails are sinking into my skin, hopefully leaving her mark all over me, just as I’m marking her from the inside out.
“Luke, please.” When she starts begging, I know she’s close.
“Come on, Jessica, be a good girl and come all over my cock.” That does the trick, sending Jessica over the edge, with me following close after.
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The next day, when we arrive in the paddock, several heads turn our way, noticing us hand in hand.
“The golden boy of Formula 1 is taken” is quickly becoming a major story on multiple media platforms. I haven’t had any serious, public relationships since my big break in F1; therefore, this is fuelling the gossip columns.
It’s become quite clear that many people were onto us, as several people around me just said, “Finally,” when they saw us together.
Even Andrea seems relieved to see us out in public, which probably makes her job more hectic, but at least she no longer has to go around and pay off photographers.
After my car accident yesterday, the cameras captured our public display of affection.
Although you couldn’t hear our conversation, the footage outside the medical centre told the story. Jessica was running toward the fence before being denied access, and I was emerging from the medical car, rushing to her before holding her in my arms.
Our little secret from the world is that this was the moment we told each other that we loved one another.
When we watched it together in bed this morning, Jessica became shy because she thought she looked ridiculous with tears running down her face.
I, on the other hand, fell a little more in love with her by seeing that special moment all over again.
After my crash, several media outlets have also focused on that, giving Jessica and me some breathing room.
We haven’t had much time to scroll social media; instead, we’re caught up in each other, which is perfectly fine for both of us.
When we reach the Star News spot, I lean down and give her a lingering kiss, her arms coming around my neck.
“Good luck today, baby.” She says with a smile, and I go back in for another kiss.
Having Jessica in private? Amazing.
Being able to show her off in public? Even better.
“Thanks, princess. Kick some ass in the media zone today,” I tell her and give her ass a slight squeeze.
“I will, I love you, hotshot.” I pull her closer to me, soaking up the last moments together before race day begins.
“I love you too.”