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Rocco’s jaw was tense, and I just wanted to hug him. So I did, wrapping my arm around his waist and dragging him close. “I’m sorry.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I’m not. It was meant to be.” Rafa suddenly reappeared beside us, his posture stiff as he stared down the paddock. I searched the crowd, and tensed too.
Mattias and Lucia Christian were swanning up the paddock, Mattias signing autographs and smiling like a politician. Lucia posed for photos, but was firmly relegated to the background, a pretty ornament for Mattias.
Rafa said something stern to Rocco in Italian, and it didn’t take a cunning linguist to know that he was telling him to be cool and not to throw any punches. We continued walking; I was kind of hoping that we’d pass like ships in the night, but I should have known better.
The journalists in the area saw their opportunity and began to shout both their names. Mattias’s eyes whipped up and found Rocco, his gaze then traveling down to our clasped hands, and his lip curling before he straightened it back into its generic smile. He grabbed Lucia by the waist and paraded her over to us.
“You’ve got this,” I murmured to Rocco, squeezing his hand in support. “You’re the better man.” He looked down at me, and there was no faking the look of love on his face.
“Passero. It’s good to see you.” Mattias Christian spoke with about as much enthusiasm as I did at the doctor’s office before a pap smear.
“Christian.” It was short and laced with so much venom, it was a wonder the other man didn’t drop dead. Rocco turned toward Lucia, his face softening slightly. “Lucia. You look lovely.”
He wasn’t wrong; Lucia Christian was gorgeous. Tall and lithe, she looked like a Mediterranean beauty queen. Her hair fell down her back like warm, liquid chocolate. Her eyes were like sparkling gold gems. Her teeth were perfect. I was inconsequential in the face of her beauty.
But behind that perfection, you’d have to be blind to miss the dead look in her eyes. I’d thought Rocco had been exaggerating, but there was no way people looked at Lucia Christian and thought she was happy. She was a doll. A beautiful trophy, but probably not as well cared-for by her husband.
“Thank you, Rocco.” She turned to me, her eyes flicking over me quickly, envy crossing her features. “This is your wife? I saw all over social media that you were married, but I’m not sure I believed it until now.”
Mattias looked at me appraisingly, giving me a smarmy smile as he put out his hand for me to shake. Or maybe to kiss his rings—he had the same level of imperiousness about it. “Lovely to meet you. You are beautiful. Passero, you’re a lucky man.”
Incredibly aware of the cameras, I shook his hand quickly and resisted the urge to wipe my palm on my satin pants.
“Tally’s beauty is the least of her defining qualities. She’s strong and a talented racer in her own right.” Rocco looked at me lovingly, and I felt myself flush. “We best get to the hospitality tents. Have a great race today,” he said lightly, though you’d have to be an idiot to miss the dark undertones of the statement.
Mattias nodded. “Thanks. The team is good this year—very competitive with the new cars and fresh blood.” He threw the barbs like they were poisoned darts.
Oh no, he didn’t.
I smiled kindly at him. “I love your optimism. We’re only a race or two into the season, and I’m sure that the whole team is aiming for some better results than, ah… what were you in the last race?” I looked up at Rafa, who had a brow raised in my direction as I defended his brother. “P9?” Rafa nodded at me, but didn’t say anything. “I’m sure you’ll find your feet. We all know it’s hard when there’s a shift in driver talent within the team. Klaus’s P5 was quite good, though; you’re right about that. I don’t see him being in the second seat for much longer.”
Yeah, I’d been paying attention, even if Rocco wanted to pretend this part of his life didn’t exist anymore. A petty part of me wanted to see his team suffer for what they did to him, and apparently, if there was a Petty Fairy Godmother, she was making all my wishes come true.
Rocco worked very hard to keep the smirk off his face, but couldn’t keep it from his eyes. “We best go. Christian. Lucia.” He stepped around them, and as we continued to move down the track toward the Paddock Club, he lifted our clasped hands to his lips. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you verbally take down grown men.” He kissed me deeply. “When we get home, I’m going to show you just how much I enjoy it. I want you screaming my name so loud, everyone will know you belong to me.”
I smirked up at him. I’d have his back, for now and for always.
FORTY-FOUR
JESSE
The grip Tally had on my cock was going to drive me crazy. I clutched her hips, staring at the place where our bodies met, watching my cock slide in and out of her like the most filthy ASMR. Except the only thing tingling was my balls as they pulled up tight. I was going to blow, but I wasn’t ready for this to end.
Her fingernails pierced my skin, scraping raw lines that I knew I’d feel all day, which would send me back to this very moment when she was bouncing on top of me, her breathy little moans driving me to the brink and back again. I had to hold her still, deep breathing through the pleasure, so I didn’t embarrass myself by unloading deep inside her before she’d even gotten off.
I ran my thumb around her hips and over her clit, using our combined rhythm to maintain the pace as I fucked up inside her.
“Fuck, Jesse. More. I need just a little more. I’m so close,” she panted, and I gripped her hips and thrust wildly, aiming for so deep that she’d taste me on the back of her tongue. I mean, I knew that’s not how biology worked, but we all needed goals in life.
Her tits bounced, sweat making her skin glow, and I had to close my eyes before the visuals had me toppling over the edge. I recounted all the different parts of a bike, holding off my release for just a second or two longer, and then another second more, until she was fluttering around me, my name somewhere between a moan and a yell as she climaxed like some kind of beautiful goddess.
Finally able to let go, I gave some rough, deep thrusts as if I could bury myself in her soul through my dick, groaning my release as I shot my load deep inside her. I fucking loved the primal feeling of unloading in my girlfriend, inside the love of my life. My hindbrain that controlled my cock didn’t understand that we couldn’t really get her pregnant, and luckily, there wasn’t a whole lot of higher reasoning going on when Tally was riding me.
She flopped down on my chest, her body heaving as she sucked in lungfuls of air. I stroked my hand up and down her back. “Uh-oh.”
She lifted her head. “Uh-oh what?”
