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“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Someone more popular maybe? You’re the superstar everyone loves, so I thought you’d be with a supermodel or someone like that, you know?”
“I’m a World Racing Champion, Connor, I don’t need a celebrity girlfriend to boost my image or my ego. I’ve fucked enough models and popular girls to know that all they bring is drama, and I don’t need that in my life.”
“Like I said,” Connor whistles, focusing back on the screen in front of him. “I meant nothing by it.”
Maybe I should keep my mouth shut and forget this conversation, but he brought it up and I’ve been where he is. I’ve been the young guy working his way to the top, and I was lucky to have people around me that weren’t afraid to nudge me in the right direction.
“Rosie may be cute or quaint, but she’s real. She takes me away from all of this so I can ground myself because it’s so easy to get swept up in this life and forget what really makes life worth living. Trust me, there’ll come a time when you’ll need to be reminded of the world outside of these walls. You’ll want someone you can disappear and live life with. No demands or expectations because we have enough of those right here.”
“Spoken like a true asshole,” he laughs dryly, shaking his head down at the table. “Some of us don’t need the limelight to ourselves. We’re happy to share it with the people we care about. You don’t have to be a nobody to be real.”
“I’m not saying you do and you’d be wrong to think that fame makes you somebody. Look around you, all these people are important and this team would be nothing without them, but they don’t make headlines or have people stalking them. They’re normal and real, and we can’t function without them.” He glares at me with a pout that makes him look every bit the cocky twenty-three-year-old he is. “You’re young and fresh. You have a lot of time to fly and crash, to make the most of all the trappings of this life. But someday, you might want something different.”
“Maybe, but someday is a long way away.” The remark is short and while I could tell him of how quickly time flies when you’re in the fast lane, I leave the conversation to die and go back to getting shit done so I can get out of here.
The evening drags into late night as we try to solve all the issues we’re facing. It becomes an impossible task as everyone begins to fade. Our only option is to return tomorrow and regroup. As pissed as I am about it, there’s nothing I can do but try to make it up to Rosie.
When I reach the hotel, I book the spa for her. While I have to be back at base in the morning, she can make the most of the facilities before I take her out to lunch. Maybe we can spend the afternoon exploring the city together.
“See you tomorrow,” Connor tells me when we reach our floor and we go opposite ways to our suites.
“Later,” I call over my shoulder as I round the corner and then let myself into my suite.
The lights are dimmed in the lounge area with the television on low. A telenovela playing while Rosie’s asleep on the couch. She looks peaceful enough that I debate disturbing her to get her into bed. But I’ve spent enough time away from her the last couple of days that I’m selfish enough to do it.
Turning the television off, I peel the blanket off her, to find her naked. My chest squeezes at the sight, making me feel even more guilty for being so late.
“Brody,” she smiles sleepily up at me when I slip my arms beneath her and pick her up to take her to bed. “You’re back.”
“I’m sorry I’m so late,” I whisper back, walking into the bedroom and sitting on the bed with her in my lap. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
A soft smile lights up her face as she blinks awake. “We’re not honeymooning. This is work, not a vacation. You don’t need to make anything up to me.”
“But I do, especially as I have to be back at base in the morning.” Warm hands grasp my face as she sits up in my lap and moves to straddle me with a soft kiss to my lips. My arms wrap around her tight.
The feel of her skin while I run my hands up and down the sides of her torso is bliss and torture all in one, making me close my arms tighter until it feels as though they might either pop out of their sockets or she might disintegrate. Either way, I don’t relax my hold as I kiss her in return.
My lips roll with hers, brushing and sliding like satin and silk. The sensation is something so addictive that I can’t stop even when my lungs burn for air. Instead, I breathe in her light moans and savor the taste of her need as she bucks over me, her hands pushing into my hair and gripping with the same relentless ferocity that my arms embrace her.
“You should get some shut-eye…rest,” Rosie murmurs over my lips, her breath so hot that it scorches through me as it fills my lungs.
“Not what I need,” I reply breathlessly, pushing to my feet and lifting her with me before I kneel on the edge of the bed and put her down gently. I pry her legs open so I can lower myself down her body. “Or what I want.”
I bite and lick and suck a trail through the valley of her plump tits and down her stomach, and it’s not enough to pacify my hunger for her. She’s too moreish and intoxicating. A perdition that I’m completely lost to when her hand claws at my hair and her feet anchor at the top of my thighs.
Before I reach her hot cunt, my cock is throbbing, and my mouth is watering.
“Brody,” Rosie gasps when I grip her hips and tug her to the edge of the bed as I slip off the end and lean over her.
I continue my trail down one thigh while unbuckling my belt and opening my fly. While I jostle myself free of my jeans and underwear, I unbutton my polo shirt. Stroking my eager length with one hand, I caress her slick slit with the other.
“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s always you,” I groan over her perfect pussy before swiping my tongue through her middle.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I stroke my finger over her entrance. Up, down, I circle her clenching pussy with the same unhurried, teasing leisure that my tongue rounds her bundle of nerves. Once, then twice before I push inside her.
“Oh God,” Rosie cries out, her hands gripping the comforter at her sides. “So good…” A tremor rolls through her when I curl my finger inside her, stroking her walls and lashing my tongue over her stiffened nub. “So thick,” she moans as I shallow in and out.
It’s one finger, but she’s so fucking tight that when I add another her entire body clenches around me with a hiss. Slowly, I fuck her, lapping at her arousal while I push deeper with every stroke. Harder. Faster. Coaxing her pleasure as I fist my cock. Fucking myself to the sound of her moans and pleas.
