No words are spoken. Nothing needed to be said.
We had both sealed our fate.
Chapter Thirty-One
Royce
ROUND ELEVEN
Silverstone Qualifying - Home Race
I’ve finishedin the top three with each race. But this one feels like a bigger deal. It’s my home race, plus, this time last year I publicly broke up with my ex, who is now married to my dad.
Scrubbing my face as I sit in my room, nerves bite at my neck.
I smell her before I see her. Lifting my eyes to the door, there she is. Tiny skirt, boob tube, and chunky sandals.
The sun is shining, a welcome change as for the last two weeks, we’ve had grey skies and rain.
“You feeling okay?” she asks, laptop clung to her chest.
“Mm, even better now.” I smirk, and she wiggles her brows.
“Is that so?” She steps into the room and kicks the door closed. Walking over to me, she places her laptop and phone on the small side table then stands between my legs, her hands locked around the back of my head.
“Yeah.” I tilt my head back slightly so I am looking at her. I don’t want to tell her that I am nervous.
My cock is already stirring in my boxers, my suit around my waist. We have qualifying in an hour, and I was praying the car would drive as well as it has done over the last couple of months.
I turn to look at her laptop, then back to her. “How was your morning of writing?” My lips twitch knowing full well I was fucking her into my mattress only a few hours ago.
“Very well, I was feeling…” She glances away, her cheeks turning pink. “Inspired.”
“Oh yeah?” A brow raises, and her lips purse.
She nods, climbing onto my lap and my fingers circle over her thighs. The look of want glistens in her eyes, and I know I shouldn’t. I can’t afford to be reckless, not when I am climbing the points. But at the same time, I don’t want to be distracted. Locking my hand behind her head, I drag her lips to mine and kiss her, our tongues dancing as our kiss grows messy.
“Nora is going to be coming for you soon,” she whispers against my lips, her fingers fumbling with the hem of my underwear top.
“Then we better hurry up.” I grin, lifting her up onto her knees whilst I pull my race suit and boxers down, my cock hard and ready.
“The door isn’t locked.” Panic laces her voice, her head turning in that direction.
“Eyes on me,” I rasp, pulling her eyes back to mine.
“What about...”
Her words die off as I skim my palm up her thigh and drag her panties to the side, lining myself up. My spare hand pushes her skirt up around her waist and I moan at the fucking sight of her.
“We could get caught,” she panics.
“Fuck it,” I moan, sliding myself to the hilt as I fuck her with relentless pounds.
Running into the garage,Nora eyes me and I give her a playful wink. “You’re late.”
I shrug. “Not too late, though.” I grin and she shakes her head.
It’s not hard to work out. She puts two and two together when Athena walks through the room, hair wild, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed.
