“You’re so arrogant,” I say, and he laughs into my neck.
I feel his cock now, hard against my thigh, and I take a moment to feel his naked body with my fingers, his arms flexed as he holds himself up.
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he says, nudging himself between my thighs.He’s slowing.Making sure I’m present.I want to say that I’ve been thinking about this for years, but instead I say, “Did you also bring a banana?”
Matt laughs.“God, you need to be fucked,” he says.He pushes in and I cry out with the sudden fullness of it.
“Too much?”he says, kissing my top lip.
“You wish,” I say, grinning back at him, moving my legs slightly to accommodate all of him.He moves slowly, once, and then he leans forward and whispers into my ear.
“You feel incredible.”
It is all I can take.I start to fall backward into the abyss as Matt moves inside me and I surrender completely to the moment.He seems to want to move slowly but loses the fight with himself, speeding quickly up.“Matt,” I say, almost in disbelief at all of it.
All too soon, he’s moaning my name back to me, into myear, holding me close to him as he comes.He stays inside me for a while, and we lie perfectly still, our skin slick with sweat, my thighs wet.I run my hand down his broad dewy back and across his backside and we both catch our breath in the darkness.“Gorgeous,” Matt whispers, as he rolls off, runs his hand between my legs and then up my stomach, covering my body in our sex.It feels utterly erotic, and a little possessive.As if I hadn’t dreamed of being possessed by him.
When I start to become aware of our surroundings again, I see the glow of a red light on his cheek and then a blue light.For a moment I can’t work out where the color is coming from, but then I prop myself up on my elbows and spot the police car at the other side of the pit lane.
“Oh shit.Oh shit.Oh shit!”I whisper loudly, shoving Matt out of his sleepy daze.“We gotta run, Matt.”
He sits bolt upright.“Fuck.We cannot get caught, Chloe.”
“My god, the press,” I say, giggling as I spring to life.
The two of us tug our clothes on as fast as we can, pants and T-shirts flying as we sort through our discarded pile and then sprint through the fence toward our cars.We’re falling on the grass, tripping as we run, and laughing so hard tears stream down my face.As we hear the bang of the main gates being opened, Matt gently helps me through the fence.
“Go,” he says, kissing me through the fence quickly.“You have the go-karts.”
I don’t wait to argue.I jump in Dad’s truck and, driving with the lights off, speed away in the opposite direction from the police car and down the road back toward Brackley.When I get onto the main road, I turn on the lights, and my mouth breaks into a wide and wild grin.I feel like a teenageragain.Like a wild and reckless teenager, only this time, I got the guy.Myguy.And he had me.And it was perfect.
My stomach flips and turns as I fight back a manic laugh, covering my mouth with one hand, keeping the other steady on the wheel.
“Oh, hell, Chloe.You’re in trouble,” I say out loud, as I thunder home.
CHAPTER 20
Matt
Ifind Chloe in the British airways first-class lounge on the phone furiously pacing back and forth.I watch her gesticulating wildly, her hair down under a baseball cap, in soft-looking gray tracksuit pants and a matching skintight top.I can’t stop thinking about those curves I finally got to touch.Such a delicious mix of innocently sweet and really fucking sexy, sprawled out naked on that grass.I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.
The policedidcatch me at my car that night, before I had the chance to escape.One officer shone a torch into my eyes, then down my dirt-covered tracksuit pants, and back up to my face.
“Yes, officer?”
“We had reports of some kids on go-karts on the track.”
I pulled a face.“You don’t say?”
“Hey, aren’t you that F1 driver,” said his partner suddenly, “Matt Warner?”
I quickly tried to hide the panic that crossed my face, butthe copper immediately saw it.Still, he seemed to decide an F1 driver visiting an F1 track at night was probably not too strange.He swept the light across Mum’s car.
“You think Matt Warner would be seen dead in a Toyota?”said the copper as he eyed me with a grin, nodding for me to disappear.Sometimes being me has its perks.
“I’m not being a fucking princess.”Chloe glares at me while on the phone and she nods toward the plush sofa.“I’m happy to fly with the team, but we’re not with the team, are we?You’ve specifically putme and Mattin economy.”
She listens intently for a few minutes, before she hangs up and tosses her phone onto the sofa in fury.
