My nails dug through the wool of his jumper as I clung to him, rocking shamelessly against his hand, the table creaking beneath me. “Yes, yes, yes—” my voice broke as he thrust two fingers into me. I held him tighter, lost to the sensation of him stretching and filling me.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “You want everything? You’ll take everything.”
His fingers curled inside me, and I was biting at his jaw as he held my back, keeping me still for his thorough finger fuck.
I could hardly think — hardly speak — hardly breathe with pleasure, but I needed more.
I needed him.
“Please,” I rasped, rocking into his palm, rotating my hips. “I need you to fill me up. I need you inside of me.”
“Fuck,” he grunted. He gripped my hips and dragged me to the edge of the table, spread my legs wide, and kissed me, lapping at my tongue with slow strokes.
“Zolt—”
“I know, I know, baby.”
In. Fucking. English.
I groaned, throwing my head back because I was done. If he didn’t fuck me, I would simply die.
He shoved his joggers down just enough, and I whipped off my jumper, ready to be held.
“Look at me,” he said, tilting my head with his finger so I couldn’t see the cock I’d missed so much. He pressed it to me, and I licked my lip at the hot weight of him against my clit. “I love you, if you didn’t know.”
“I love you more.”
With a sharp, guttural noise, he buried himself inside me with one, desperate thrust. I cried out, the burn quickly shifting to the pleasure I always associated with him, and pulled at his jumper, needing to feel his skin on mine.
With each thrust, I gasped, trying to get the material higher, but my fingers trembled, weakened under the bliss that was Zoltán.
We’d nearly lost this.Us.
He lowered me against the table, my back hitting the cold wood. Without breaking his steady beat, he pulled his jumper over his head and pressed his chest against mine, hand on my lower stomach so I could feel him pressing against every one of my walls.
I broke first, clawing at his back, inhaling his scent, biting down on his shoulder to smother my choked cry.
He followed soon after, spilling inside of me witha grunt. He held my hair tight against my head. “You’re staying.”
“I’m staying,” I promised and kissed his nose.
36
Fia’s Epilogue
Fia
Two months later, Zolt’s hand gripped mine tight as we walked through the StormSprint tunnel, petrol fumes wafting through the opening and closing doors. He wasn’t in leathers, nor the usual gym top and shorts I was used to seeing him in amongst the bright, white tunnel walls. He was looking dapper in the same suit as the one he’d worn to his mum’s wedding, his lanyard reading‘International Integration Mentor.’
He didn’t need the lanyard. Everyone knew who he was and what he’d been through.
When doors opened, people would stop and nod at him, full of respect for the once disgraced racer.
I tried to stifle my smile.
But I couldn’t stop my glow because my happiness was unstoppable. My belief in him was unshakable.
It was his first time back at StormSprint, amongst any of these people, since the hearing that had cleared his name.
