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“Fuck,” Adrian breathes, and I moan into his ear. I can feel my own build-up return as his cock continues to hit that perfect spot inside of me.
“Please, Adrian, I’m so close. Your cock feels so good, I need you to come inside of me,” I beg, causing his legs to shake and a loud moan to leave him. I’m barely able to keep my hand over his mouth again to shut him up.
His eyes close as his orgasm blindsides him. His hands hold onto my breasts, pinching my nipples as I grind my clit against his pelvis again and follow him straight over the edge. My body trembles, stars exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure sweeps through me.
I stay on top of him, running a hand over his naked chest and smiling victoriously. It couldn’t have taken more than a minute and a half, tops.
When he opens his eyes, he frowns at my happy grin.
“That’s not fair,mon ange, you can’t say those things and moan into my ear while your pussy does its magic and then place my hand on those breasts of yours. No one could last long with that combination,” he complains, but I simply give him a kiss and attempt to move off him.
He holds me close for a moment, his fingers running up my thigh and slipping between my legs to feel the place where his cock is buried deep inside of me. Shivers run down my body from his fingertips’ exploration, and he smiles at them like he’s never seen a more beautiful sight.
“We have a few more condoms. Let’s use them,” he says, rolling his thumb over my nipple until I’m grinding against him again.
A knock on the door breaks the tension his touch brought back. “Hey, Adrian, we need you to come and look at something,” Daniel says, making Adrian sigh.
“I’ll be right there,” he replies and looks up at me. “Moment ruined, isn’t it?” he asks, and I give him a small smile.
“There is no such thing with you, but you need to go see what they need.” I attempt to get up again, but he holds me down once more. I giggle involuntarily as his hands brush my sides. He takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, a serious expression on his face.
“Mon paradis,” Adrian says, and I lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.
“Mein Mond.” He cocks a confused brow, but I simply give him one last peck before getting off and putting my clothes back on without explaining what it means.
Mein Mond.
My moon.
I’ve always been fascinated by the moon. By the phases. By its beauty. By how bright it shines in the dark night sky.
Adrian is like that.
He’s the brightest light in the darkest world.
Chapter 46
Adrian
Raceday.
Last day of the weekend before I get to take my angel out tonight. I have something very special planned, something Nevaeh will never see coming. She’s been meaning to go out in the city to explore it because this is the first time she’s returned to Austin since she left as a kid, but work—and my insatiable need to make love to her every chance I get—has kept her so busy, she hasn’t had a chance to.
I’m going to change that tonight.
“Breathe, race, and win, as long as it doesn’t cost you a limb,” my sister, Gabriel, and I say at the same time. We move toward our respective cars where they are on the grid, the U.S. anthem already sung and the race about to start.
I kiss my sister on the crown of her head and give Gabriel a half-hug with our hands clasped together.
They exchange ‘I love you’s as I walk away, trying to ignore the stabbing sensation in my chest to make my way toward James’ garage and kiss Nevaeh again. I stole a kiss this morning in her hotel room when I surprised her there, but I want to kiss her here, for everyone to see. As much as I’m enjoying keeping us secret from the world—except for my nosy family of course because they kept that secret from each other for all of three seconds, those jerks—I’d enjoy it a hell of a lot more if I got to touch her without her having to risk her job.
“Head out of your arse and helmet on,” Daniel says, and I burst into a surprised laugh, taking my balaclava from him.
He grins at me, but I can tell he’s a bit nervous.
After what happened with Lincoln last time, I’m also nervous. He’s a chaotic, dangerous racer. He’s aggressive and doesn’t seem to mind risking his own race to fuck with someone else’s. I only hope Robert Fuchs put him in his place after last time, reminding him that you can’t do whatever the fuck you want to in Formula One. There are rules firmly set in place to avoid someone gettingkilled.
We’ve lost a few drivers to reckless driving already since the sport was established almost eighty years ago. The number doesn’t have to rise because Lincoln fucking Nash drives with his dick doing the thinking instead of his head.
