“I was just wondering whether you were heading back or not.”
He nods.
“Anaïs was saying about going out to celebrate tonight,” I whisper, the words catching at the back of my throat.
“Oh yeah?” His dark, thick brow lifts.
“Yeah, but she said you don’t normally go to the dinners.”
“She’s right.” His full bottom lip is pulled behind his teeth.
“That’s a shame.” I sigh.
The sound of footsteps approaching has his arm snaking around my back. He pulls me close to him, a breathy gasp escaping.
“I have to admit,” he says as he edges his lips closer to mine, eyes falling to my mouth, “these little skirts you wear are becoming a bit of a problem.”
“Oh.” My spare hand presses to his chest in an attempt to keep myself standing.
“Mm,” his voice hums.
“Royce,” a low voice floats down the hallway as a mechanic moves past us.
Royce nods and once he has disappeared, he gently knocks me back as he runs his hand through his hair, messing it up.
Of course. Just a show.
“So, dinner?” I clear my throat, trying hard to not let him see how much he affected me. I cannot remember the last time I was that close to a man that I could smell his scent, feel his heartbeat dancing beneath my fingertips.
“I’ll be there. After all they’re celebrating me, aren’t they?” A boyish look paints his face and I laugh softly, shaking my head.
“Hang here, let me get changed and we will head back to the hotel.” He turns on his heel and begins to walk towards his room.
“Okay,” I mutter as I take a few steps back from him.
“Oh, and Lucky,” he says, the nickname making me crinkle my nose. He spins to look at me. “I meant what I said about the skirts.” He winks then disappears, but not without making sure my cheeks would turn crimson.
Chapter Sixteen
Royce
The two weeksbetween Australia and China have flown. I haven’t had a chance to let my feet touch the ground. Dad has ramped up the briefings, wanting to make sure the car is exactly how it was in Melbourne. We’ve been in the sim and out on track testing, and I feel exhausted. The season has only just started, and I feel like I am so ready for summer break already.
Kicking off my shoes, I walk into my hotel suite and strip the day from me. The hot water cascades over my aching muscles. As always, as soon as I am under the water, thoughts of Athena come in thick and fast.
Who am I kidding? I always think about her. I saw her two hours ago and already excitement courses through my veins at seeing her tonight at the team dinner. They never used to be my thing, but it seems I have become quite accustomed to them.
My cock throbs between my legs and I hate that the only release I can get is from jerking off. I signed a contract saying no sex. That meant no sex with Athena, but just the thought about being with anyone else makes my skin crawl.
Placing my hand on the tiled wall, my head falls forward as I curl my fingers around the thickness of my cock. Shuddering on my exhale of breath, I palm my hand up and down, jaw locked.My nostrils flare as pleasure trickles through me. Warm water dances down my back, droplets running from my hair and down my nose. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try and imagine her and how she would be.
I imagine her in front of me, those fucking amber eyes burning into my soul as I stroke my cock. The dull ache intensifies, my stomach tightens as I feel the build-up, and I know I’ll be coming within minutes.
Letting my eyes open, I watch as I fist myself, my cock throbbing in my palm. She’s there again, in my periphery, teasing me with those full fucking lips.
“Fuck,” I hiss, chasing my high because as much as I want this, I know we would never work.
All I want is to be twisted in bedsheets with her, I want to hear my name fall from those fucking lips as she comes around my cock. I want it all with her.
