“You like me more than your brother, though.”
True.
Julien chases after Rafael, straddling him. “I’m supposed to be deciding my entire future right now. You’re not helping.”
“Sure I am.” Rafael thrusts up, his cock already fully hard against the smaller man. “You’ll think better after you come.”
With a huff, Julien wrangles the Brazilian’s shirt up and off.
Rafael shimmies with it, helping him. Once the fabric is free, he stacks his wrists and offers them to Julien.
“You want me to do all the work?” Julien teases, already tying the proffered hands together with Rafael’s own shirt. “Even though I have so much left to think about?”
“What is there to think about? You’ve already decided to stay with me.” Rafael’s meaty pecs press together, trapped between his thick biceps. His forearms cover his cut abs, but the V of his hips is still proudly on display.
He stares up at Julien, his dark eyes framed with thick eyelashes. Though he’s the one all riled up, Rafael looks to Julien for instruction, for the next step. He relinquishes control so easily, sofully.
Maybe Julien’s choices aren’t that bad after all. “You’re right.” Maybe he’s known all along what he wants to do. “I’ll stay with you.”
When Lorenzo declares the Qualifying meeting over, Julien jumps up and tries to catch him before he can disappear again.
“What is it?” the team principal asks, pausing with a grunt in the middle of the hallway. “I have another meeting to get to.”
“Yes, of course, but my manager will be here tomorrow? For the race?” Why is he asking? It’s a fact.
“I don’t handle comped badges. See Bridget.” Lorenzo tries to walk away, but Julien stays in step.
“No, sir, I was hoping to discuss next season with you.”
What’s the point if Lorenzo is obviously trying to avoid him? Julien knows what a cold shoulder looks like, yet he keeps badgering the old man like a yapping dog.
God, this whole idea seemed better post-coital.
The team principal finally stops and looks Julien in the eyes. “Don’t you have offers from other teams?”
“Yes, but?—”
“We don’t have room for another full-time driver. I appreciate your dedication to the team, but there is no point in getting your hopes up when we are more than happy with Thomas and Rafael.”
“I understand that, sir.” It still stings a little to hear it stated so bluntly. “But I was hoping to continue my employment as a reserve driver?”
Lorenzo’s eyebrows fly up.
Julien didn’t know they could do that.
“Are you sure?”
Julien nods emphatically. “Very sure.”
“You might not race the entire year.”
“I didn’t race forthreeyears, but I’ve been told my simulator work helped build the car we have.” Thanks, Henry. “I don’t want to overstate my contributions or anything, but I’d like to stay and help Ferraro if I can.”
“You wouldn’t be paid like a full-time driver.”
“I don’t need to be. I have cheap tastes.”
After several moments of silent contemplation, Lorenzo finally says, “I’ll see what the board would be willing to approve. You said tomorrow?”
