We laughed, and time drunkenly blurred until we were in his trailer. And my arousal brought me right back to consciousness.
We hadn’t been alone since the press conference.
I kicked my shoes off and, looking up, saw him admiring me with a soft smile.
“What?” I laughed, pausing as I was about to unzip my skirt and get straight to business.
He stepped forward and took a strand of hair around his pointer finger, twisting it. “I’m so proud of you,” he said, voice low and silky. “You are amazing. Today you were perfect. You were such a good girl.”
His fingertips brushed my parted lips. “In the press briefing, you were so quick, so eloquent. Exactly how I knew you would be.” His fingers slipped into my mouth.“You let me take your mind off things, didn’t you?”He thrust his fingers inside, slowly, measured, and I sucked on them. “Your tight cunt took these fingers just as well as you’retaking them now, and you’ll take them everywhere, won’t you?”
I nodded, sucking harder.
He brushed my hair behind my ear. “You deserve to be spoiled, Fia.”
My entire body clenched.
“Mmm,” he moaned, thrusting faster as my hands found the bulge in his jeans. “You like praise, don’t you, Fia?”
Another nod.
“You’re going to have to get used to it. Forever.”
And he put those two fingers up my skirt, straight inside me, and swallowed my gasp with a kiss.
21
Chapter 21
Fia
After a month, the press forgot about Zoltán’s little slip-up, detailing that he was in some form of relationship. He went from being hounded by reporters, from other racers being asked about his relationship status, to peace and quiet.
We were careful. I was his translator.
It wasn’t surprising for me to be there with him, flying with him, calling him.
And when we had our helmets on — Zolt gifted me my own dirt bike — and were racing, we were allowed to be in public. The pub in Serbia also seemed to be a safe place, where he’d dangle his arm on the back of my chair, and his godfather would grin.
Everything was on the up until I damaged my wrist on the rocks, trying to show off. Zolt had gone into immediate protector mode, and though I was sure it was just bruised, he took me straight to the hospital. It had twisted, and I wasn’t going to ride for a while. Back at work, I received questionafter question, where Everly scowled at Imre, not believing my excuse of falling down the stairs.
I tried to make it believable.
So in the next break, I stayed at Zolt’s, and we didn’t trek into Serbia. He doted on me, serving me breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed until I nearly exploded out of boredom. Since my nagyi had come round, he’d had lots of plants delivered for me to put in his garden. The weather had been awful for our last couple of visits, and I was eager to get out there, even just to see how my other plants had grown.
But as soon as I’d gone to get out, a mysterious guest had arrived, with medical equipment. I didn’t hide from Zolt or eavesdrop, but I followed at a distance as they went up to our room.
I didn’t like the idea of another woman in there.
Our sheets were a mess from that morning, and I’d thought it was weird when Zolt had opened the windows. But it was because he knew this lady was coming.
She came out after a minute, smiled politely at me, and said, “He’s all yours in an hour.”
An hour? He was all mine, always.
So I opened the door as she went down the stairs and saw him in a rocking chair, balcony doors open, watching the rain.
“What are you doing, grandpa?” I laughed.
