Page 57 of Retrograde
‘It’s like having all the kids back at home with you two around.’
Having completed the first even coat on all four walls, Lucie and Brett headed outside to the barns in search of the hosepipe. Paint had dried on their bodies, and it felt gross. As they walked out of the house, Lucie patted the top of her head and grimaced, feeling the paint stuck there.
‘I’ll wash it out for you, don’t worry.’ Brett threw an arm over her shoulder.
‘So generous of you, Anderson. Thank you.’ Her tone dripped with sarcasm.
‘Anything for you, Sunny.’
When Mateo had said hosepipe, Brett had thought it would likely be a basic one with crap water pressure, and they’d still have to shower it off properly later. He was so wrong. He pulled the trigger on the attachment and water blasted the ground, startling them both.
‘Well, that should do the trick,’ Lucie commented as she started to undo the buttons on her dungarees, letting the straps fall.
‘What are you doing?’ Brett’s eyes went wide. They were outside, and although there were no neighbours within view of the property, Lucie was usually way more reserved.
‘I don’t want to be weighed down by soaking wet denim, it’s a horrible feeling.’ She stepped out of the overalls, leaving her in a white T-shirt and underwear. His heart was beating rapidly, and his imagination ran wild as she stood there, arms out, letting the material of her T-shirt stretch across her chest. ‘Hit me.’
So he did as requested, knowing that this was about tokill him. Within moments of the spray hitting her body, her T-shirt was clinging to her. Unable to hide his body’s natural reaction, Brett watched in awe as she spun, the paint washing away under the pressure of the water. She caught his gaze, and the second she recognised the desire that he was positive was written all over his face, she cast her eyes downward. But for once, Lucie’s cheeks didn’t flush, she didn’t shy away. He watched her chest rise and fall as her gaze travelled back up his body to meet his eyes again, and she stood still, facing him.
‘Luce–’ he started. Lucie didn’t even hesitate. She took two big steps towards him and he let go of the hosepipe, catching her in his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist, crashing her lips down on his.
The few times they’d done this before, it had always been Brett in charge. Always him pushing the boundaries. But this time? This time it was all Lucie. This wasn’t her giving in, or caving to his advances, this was Lucie finally taking everything she needed from him. Her tongue found its way to his as she deepened the kiss, hands in his hair, and Brett held her tighter, walking her backwards.
He kept going until they were at the back of the barn, away from potential prying eyes. Pushing her against the wall, she tugged on his hair, earning a moan from him. Brett wasn’t usually so vocal. But with Lucie, he was never able to hold back. How she found it so easy to deny him, he had no idea. Because right now, with her leading this, there was no way he was going to be able to stop unless she was the one who called time on it.
Lucie arched her back into him, silently begging for more. This didn’t feel anything like their other kisses. Those were lazy, slow, intimate. Brett had kissed her then knowing that it would end, and they would roll over and go to sleep, putting their chemistry to bed until next time. But as his fingers dared to trace her skin, skimming the hem of her underwear, he knew they were about to relive Italy.
Maybe it was being in this country that made them unable to resist temptation, or maybe it was the fact that they’d spent two years dancing around the inevitable, and without the pressures of the outside world knocking at their door, they were tired of fighting it.
Brett broke the kiss, smirking when Lucie whimpered and pulled him back in for another one, but he pulled away again. Holding her up with one arm, he rubbed his thumb over her clit and watched her eyelids flutter closed as the pleasure built. He’d missed this. Missed being able to watch and feel how her body gave in to him. Her face was angelic as her mouth fell open and she moaned under his touch. He wanted to take his time with her, but they didn’t have time. They were out in the open, risking it all, and he was struggling to contain himself already.
‘Brett, please,’ she breathed out.
The green light. The one thing he’d been waiting for. He unbuttoned his shorts with one hand, refusing to let her feet hit the ground as if contact with the earth would be like hitting the reset button. He couldn’t lose this moment to the fear of consequences. Brett freedhimself, grabbed the material that sat on her perfect hips and pulled those lucky red boxers down just enough so that he had access to what he constantly craved. An intimate part of her he’d been denied for so long.
‘Ready?’ His hand dipped between them once again, feeling how ready she was for him.
‘Just hurry up before someone walks in. I need you, Brett.’
He entered her slowly and they both gasped in unison as he thrust in and out of her at an agonising pace. Within moments, she was lifting her hips to meet his, their bodies finally moving as one. Brett had stamina. He had years of experience with women, and he’d used his title as a racing driver to his advantage. But because this was Lucie, his sunshine girl, he had no control over his own body.
‘Oh my God,’ she cried out as their movements became quicker and more desperate. Their hips slammed into each other again, and Brett could feel her tightening around him as her eyes rolled back in her head. This was it. There was no holding back. ‘Brett.’ Lucie clawed at his back, pulling him as close as humanly possible.
With one final, deep thrust, Brett released himself inside her with a strangled cry. She was so tight around him as she came, he swore he could see stars. ‘Fuck, Sunny.’ He stayed there for a minute, his forehead resting against hers, her body trembling as he clung to her.
‘I don’t think I’ve ever finished so fast,’ she laughed.
‘Makes two of us.’ He pulled out reluctantly and gently set her down, watching as she tried to catch her breath. ‘You all right?’ he asked.
As he stepped back and she muttered, ‘I think so,’ Brett studied her face, committing every part to memory because this was sure as hell a moment he never wanted to forget.
23
‘You’ve slept with himtwice?’ Bea screeched down the phone.
Lucie was in the car on her way to Revolution’s Le Mans livery reveal in Emilia-Romagna, and twenty minutes into the journey she had made the decision to fill Bea in on her situation with Brett. Which she was now regretting as her friend’s voice came through the speakers, deafening her.
‘The first time was years ago now, on a hiking trip and then… two days ago.’
