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‘Oh, yeah?’ he smirked back at her.
‘Yeah. Should’ve taken your shirt off.’
She squealed as he lifted her into his arms and spun her round, her back against the door. He locked it behind them, pushing his hips into her and biting at her neck. ‘Don’t ever let Marco dothis. There are some parts of you he’ll never have access to.’
‘Stop giving cowboy hats to random women,’ she counteracted, not that she would let Marco kiss her neck for the sake of the cameras anyway. There was no need, ever.
‘It’s a done deal, Superstar.’
‘There’s only one superstar in this room right now, and that’s you.’ She gripped his jaw with her hand, his lips inches away from hers. ‘You were breathtaking, Jess. I’ve never seen you so… you. It was like watching you in yourtruest form, like you were on a different planet except you took me with you.’
‘I just wish I could have you front row every night. My girl, waiting for me in my dressing room at the end of every show,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘The VIPs wouldn’t even make it past security before I sent them home so I could devour you.’
‘You’re doing way too much talking right now,’ she whispered, and that was all she needed to say for him to finally shut up and kiss her. His tongue battled hers in a fight for dominance, and Savi couldn’t help but grind her hips against him while he held her up. The door was old, and every movement she made caused it to shift. People on the other side would know what they were up to, but she didn’t care.
‘I really want to take you right here in this dressing room, but I have to get my shit and get out of here by a certain time and I know you’ll keep me busy for way too long.’
‘Fuck you, getting me all excited,’ she scowled. ‘Thought you were the kind of man who always finishes what he’s started? That’s the Jesse Montalvo I know.’
‘Who said I won’t? Go back to the hotel, have a couple of drinks, and then meet me in the room.Ourroom.’ He placed one singular kiss on her neck and handed her a hotel key card. ‘I’ve booked a suite for us. I go to Texas tomorrow night, but you and Marco have an extra night on me.’
‘You’re my favourite, you know that?’ she sighed with contentment.
‘Right back at you, Superstar.’
She missed his touch as soon as he set her down onthe ground, and she watched his expression with adoration as he fixed her hair for her. Her dark curls always got mussed up thanks to him, but he knew how to make her look put-together again. It was part of the Jesse Montalvo package. He straightened out her dress, too, before opening the door and sending her back out to find Marco.
‘See you later?’ She turned back and smiled at him, almost like she didn’t believe he was coming home to her tonight.
‘I’ll be back at the hotel before one a.m. I’ve got some press shit to do.’
She located Marco three doors down, one beer deep with a mountain of food in front of him. Pizza, cauliflower wings, vegan nachos and fries. Someone on Jesse’s team had gone above and beyond to cater for Marco’s diet, and she hoped it was Jesse himself. He was happily chatting away to Blake and some members of the band while someone played guitar in the background, and Savi almost felt bad for keeping Jesse away from this.
‘Hey, wanna head back?’ Savi laughed as Marco dropped a fry in the barbecue sauce.
‘Let’s go, Cowgirl.’
‘Fancy a drink?’ Marco held the door to the hotel lobby open for her, taking on the role of doorman while the actual doorman observed them with an expression of fondness.
‘Or five,’ Savi laughed. ‘We’re not exactly dressed for a trip to the bar, though.’ She gestured down at the merchandise they still had on.
‘Oh, who cares? We’re not going to be seen in here, it’ll be all rich businessmen who are too worried about themselves to pay us any mind.’
‘We fit right in if you take bank accounts into consideration,’ Savi laughed, taking a seat on one of the velvet-cushioned bar stools.
‘Not that we should be discussing contracts, but did any other teams offer you more money than Revolution?’ Marco waved down the barman, ordering them a strawberry daiquiri each. He’d remembered her order from the last bar they were at with the team.
‘One, actually. Talos Sport. But I wasn’t in this for the money. Sure, it helps, but whatever sum I was offered was going to be life altering so it didn’t matter to me. I wanted this.’
‘A fake boyfriend?’ Marco frowned.
‘No, you idiot. A team that feels like family. You know, I text or video call Kodie and Miko every single day that we’re not together? And Lucie sends me updates on the goats, Faith on the twins. Brett sends me memes and Julien asks me for advice on his horses. Then obviously there’s Esme, who may be our rival but still fits right in, and she knows almost everything there is to know about me. And here I am now, sitting in a bar with you after just introducing you to my world-famous boyfriend who less than ten people know about. I’ve never had this.’
‘Really? Never?’ he asked. ‘I imagined Sheridan, Wyoming, to be close-knit where everyone knows everything about each other.’
‘I mean, you’re right. It is like that, and I love everyoneback home, but this team is in a different league, Monaco. Think about it. We travel the world together, risk our lives together every time we go out on that track. Nobody else is under the kind of pressure we are, it’s unique to our sport. And we get to support each other through every loss, every win and everything in between. I spent years in my last championship watching you guys, waiting to be part of something big. Something magical.’ She couldn’t help but tear up. She had never cried happy tears as much as she had since the day she signed her contract.
‘And here you are.’ Marco nudged her arm and raised his glass to her.
