My cock twitched. Of course he remembered Miami.Iremembered Miami. The first time Auri and I had sex, when my whole world turned upside down and I knew there was no other woman for me.
I reached for my water and took the smallest sip known to man just to keep my composure.
“You showed up at the club,” Marco continued, pointing at me like he was building a case. Kimi nonchalantly refilled all of our glasses with red wine. “You asked if Aurélie was there, then showed up like a man on a mission. You basically shouldered a bottle girl out of the way to get to her.”
Auri sipped her wine, sliding her hand up and over my cock with such infuriating ease I nearly blacked out. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hand, praying for divine intervention.
“Nope,” I said flatly. “You’re both wrong.”
Ivy narrowed her eyes. “Bahrain,” she said, like she was solving a murder. “There was that clip that went viral. Some heated argument between you two after the race. TikTok had theories forweeks.You looked deranged, Callum. And Frenchie over here looked like she was ready to set the world on fire.”
We both shook our heads.
“Wrong again,” Auri said, voice practically humming.
Lucy tapped her chin. “Maybe we’re thinking about it all wrong,” she said thoughtfully. “Maybe it wasn’t at a race at all. Maybe it happenedbetweenraces. Somewhere quieter. Somewhere no one was watching.”
Four sets of eyes swung to face us.
Auri turned her head, meeting my gaze across the rim of her glass.
And in that moment, with her hand hot on my cock, her expression all innocent temptation and hidden lightning, I knew exactly what she was asking.Should we tell them? Do we leave it a mystery and let them wonder while she slowly jerks me off into a fucking breakdown?
Wait—no. That last part was just me being desperate.
“What do you think, mon amour?” Auri asked sweetly, voice all rasp and velvet and French seduction, her thumb now teasing the edge of my zipper like she knew exactly how close I was to losing it.
I cleared my throat again, looked around the table, and saw our friends staring at us, feral with curiosity.
So we said it.
“Suzuka,” we answered in unison.
Silence.
Marco blinked first. “Suzuka?”
“Like… the Japanese Grand Prix Suzuka?” Kimi asked slowly.
“That wassoearly in the season,” Ivy said, leaning forward. “Wait, hold on, what the hell? When did you even?—”
“—where did it happen?” Lucy cut in excitedly, likely not knowing what a bomb this was that we’d dropped.
“Did you fuck in the paddock?” Marco demanded.
Auri nearly choked on her wine. I took her glass and set it down with a smirk, then slid my hand over hers, coaxing it off my cock long enough to lace our fingers together. Cool metal from her rings bit into my skin. I was still hard, still on the edge, but I’d take her hand over anything. Every time.
“We crossed paths on a run one morning,” I told them casually. “Raced each other. It just happened.”
“It didnotjust happen,” Auri scoffed. “You cut me off before I could win, body-slammed me into a tree, and kissed me.”
“Hmm.” I tilted my head, savoring the flush climbing her throat. “Could’ve sworn your legs went around my waist.”
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me? You kissed mefirst.”
I shrugged, completely unrepentant. “Did I?”
“Oh my God,” Ivy groaned. “They’reinsufferable.”
