Page 31 of Crash Course Omega
Maddock has his teeth bared, and pheromones steadily pump from him like he’s seconds away from dragging me into his car.
But that's why it took me so long to leave him in the past. Because we were so compatible that sometimes we couldn't go a day without sex.
“If you really want to stay here, then prove it,” he says, breaking the tension.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice huskier than I mean it to be. “Because I’ve already got my conditions. Like us acting like normal people who aren’t spitting at each other like cats whenever we’re in the same room.”
He smirks and I have to clench my thighs together. The Maddock I knew was never a smirker, and it is too unfair. I can’t fight with him when he looks so good.
I shouldn’t have even come.
Jacob thought he was being sly when he told me where Maddock would be, but, in the end, I chose to take the bait.
Even just hearing Maddock's voice is enough to settle me, but the fact I feel his pheromones for the first time in years makes me want to purr. I have to dig my fingernails into my forearms as I fold them to stop myself from launching at him.
Even when he’s acting like this, just feeling him close to me makes everything right again.
Standing in front of him, I become the girl who was happy to wait forever for a bite that was never going to come. It didn't matter how much I tried to convince him that we could be together without my Dad's approval. Everything was always the way Maddock wanted it to be.
I left him and racing to look after myself, and I have to make sure I’m my top priority.
“Perfect,” he says, “because I want you to show the world what a great teacher I am.” His voice shouldn’t sound so good as heleans closer. All he has to do is jut his hips forward and I could feel his huge body against mine again.
I should have done something about the ache in my core before I met with him. Or at least, before I left for the race, where I knew I would see him, either on screen or in person.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask him.
“How about Miss Harmony Grace wins pole position for your charity race in Silverstone?Or,you drop out from the movie and stay the hell away from racing forever.”
My heart jumps at the thrill of his offer, because he knows there’s no way I can come in first when I was racing against him.
But that’s what he did. He pushed and pushed me until I sailed up the ranks in F2. And that’s why I became so stressed that I couldn’t deal with the pressure he put on me the last year we were together. Because I took all the weight of the expectations he piled on me, and he never tried to make it easier.
It would mean my crash course in F1 wouldn't just be a promo run for the movie, and I’d have to train hard to even be in with a hope of scoring in the top ten.
The only time I’d driven in an F1 car was with Maddock off season when they raced on the Grace practice track.
From the way Everest described it this morning, the cars have changed a lot, even in just three years. And jumping from F2 to F1 cars can be difficult as well. Practicing on the Grace track once or twice a year isn’t enough to give me a fighting edge against drivers like Maddock. But I’m a good driver, and these months could be enough for me to find my feet again. At least enough to show Maddock I hadn’t given up back then because I didn’t have what it takes.
Before I realize it, my body is swaying with his. He’s drawing closer, and our scents have blended so thickly it was like nothing had ever changed.
I tip my head back, trying not to whimper at the mix of lust and anger burning from him.
I wonder if my fingertips would sizzle if I ran them over his chest.
We’re in Vegas again, the place of our very first bet. It felt right that we’d make our last one here as well.
I don’t want anything to change, and I don’t want to go any further with him. We are both here for our jobs, and I want it to stay that way, even if my pussy throbs just being close to him.
I came here to get away from the drama of my life, but it looks like I’m about to throw myself head-first back into it.
“Bet?” I ask, returning his smirk.
“Fucking bet,” he growls, instantly soaking my panties.
Everest
I can’t stop touching her.
