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Chapter Sixteen
Watson
We hardly had time to get furniture for our new apartment before we had to rush off to Daytona. I had to admit it was nice to be able to blow my boyfriend in our kitchen and listen to him make as much noise as he wanted without having to worry about anyone hearing us. Okay, maybe our new neighbors might be able to hear us, but that wasn’t our problem.
I wasn’t convinced Holt was one hundred percent all right with what happened with our parents. His dad’s reaction was not what I had expected. My mother had already texted me to apologize, telling me she wanted to talk as soon as possible. She and I hardly ever fought about anything, but I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. It was the sadness I had to see in Holt’s eyes that kept me from going over there to give Alexander Walker a piece of my mind. Holt deserved so much better than the way he was being treated.
I was totally pumped for this race, though. I had always done well at the track, and I felt like after last week with the crash, fixing things with Shepard, and the mess with our parents, I needed a damn win in my column. Not to mention once this was over, once I was firmly in the championship hunt, Holt and I could talk openly about being together. I just had to get through this weekend first. I didn’t want to have to worry about the stress of anything else before that.
Thursday and Friday were an absolute blur. Practice, interviews, autographs, signings, everything that led up to the race on Saturday night that kept all of us drivers busy. I was used to this, but when I wanted to spend time with Holt, it was hard because it was nearly impossible. He was doing one thing; I was doing another. We saw one another in passing, but usually by the time I made it back to the RV each night, he was already passed out. I hated it, but I completely understood.
When I managed to get the pole position for the race, he was the one I wanted to hug when I climbed from my car. Holt was the one I wanted to kiss and have congratulate me. I saw him watching me with the rest of the crew. It wouldn’t have been too weird if I had gone over to him, but instead he gave me a quick little nod before turning away.
After all the post-race interviews and pictures, I was exhausted. Some of the drivers suggested we go out for drinks to party and celebrate, but all I wanted to do was go back to the RV. Back to Holt. He was where I wanted to be right now. I felt like I was dragging all the way back to where the RV was parked and was surprised when I found the lights still on when I walked up. Holt was sitting on the couch half asleep when I stepped inside. My eyes immediately went to the ring hanging from his neck. God, I loved him. How had I not realized that until just a few weeks ago?
He gave me a crooked, sleepy smile. “Winners get waffles,” he murmured.
“You made me waffles? I didn’t win anything.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know, baby, but it’s our thing. You won the pole, and I wanted to do it.” He climbed from the couch. “I mean, they’re probably cold by now, but—”
I covered his mouth with mine before he could say anything else. His eyes went wide when my tongue slipped between his lips. Holt’s arms wrapped around my neck as I deepened the kiss, his eyes growing drunk with lust, and he groaned softly.
“You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?”
“It’s tradition,” Holt reminded me.
I dragged a hand through his dark hair. “I’m so lucky you’re mine.” No one was as important to me as Holt was. “I can’t wait to show everyone, either.” I traced his lips with my finger. “I know we talked about getting you a proper ring to wear, but what if we got this resized, huh? I kind of like that idea. Unless you have your heart set on an actual engagement ring.”
“I kind of like this one, too,” he admitted to me. “It’s yours; you gave it to me, and I know how important it is to you. You’re trusting me with it.”
I leaned forward so that my lips were against his ear. “I love you, Holt,” I murmured. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He shivered against me, and my own skin broke out in goosebumps as I pulled back to look at him. “You’re my biggest fan, and... I would be lost without you.”
That crooked smile slipped over Holt’s face again. “I’ll always be your biggest fan, Watson,” he assured me as he reached up to stroke my cheek with his fingers.
I kissed him again, but this time it was different. Slow, tender, and drawn out until we were both panting and trying to catch our breath. Holt gripped my wrists as I cupped his face. “I want...” He blushed as he stared up at me with desperation in his eyes. “I want you inside of me, Watson.”
“H, you don’t have—”
“I need you,” he murmured, and this time when our lips met, the desperation I felt was mine. Desperate to please him, to make this good and painless because Holt deserved nothing but amazing things.
I came up for air only because I had to. “Baby.” I searched his face. “If it hurts or if you want to stop or at any point, if you’re not into it, tell me. We’ll stop. We’ll do something else.” I began to drag him toward my room. “God, you have no idea how hard I am right now. I can’t wait to be inside that ass.” I groaned the moment we stepped into the room.
“You act like I’ve never tried it.” Holt moved to sit on the bed, but I blocked him.
“Please clarify what you mean by that,” I growled. “Tried what, exactly?”
