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Aaron has his darkness, and I have mine. I doubt we could completely change, but with love, we could give what the other needs and evolve. We are probably far from a standard couple, but we are us. With him, nothing is boring. With him, I can be myself. No matter his darkness, no matter the path we’re taking, I’ll follow him because I know he’s mine. I love equally his blackness and his light.
“When you allow me, I’ll make sweet, gentle love to you for weeks.” He takes me under his arms, carrying us to the shower. “I’ll go down on you until you’re ready.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Plus, there is always light in the dark. A hope. His darkness created his overprotective side; without it he wouldn’t be my Wolf. Our pasts don’t own our futures. Our blood doesn’t shape us.
We are the masters of our fate after all.
I feel at peace. The night had promised to be a nightmare, and yet I feel closer to him than I have ever have. My eyes are slowly closing to sleep, my head on Aaron’s chest, my hand on his torso. I’ve gotten so used to him. I hear his heartbeat slowing while he’s caressing my hair, his thumb brushing my arm. I chuckle when I feel his erection on my stomach. He insisted he wanted to feel my bare skin on him, not allowing me to dress up—well, now he’ll have to deal with his bulge.
When I wake up early in the morning, I find Aaron spooning me into a hug. He hasn’t let go of me all night. A simper reaches my face, savoring the moment.He slept with me the whole night without a nightmare.He accepted the intimacy that had triggered his demons before. He beat them. I spin to face him. He looks so peaceful and angelic. His eyes are still closed, and yet he pulls me onto his chest, like he knew I was watching him. And I know it’s the best night’s sleep either of us has had in a while.
I lean in to kiss him. His eyes open, full of hunger when he stares at my naked body sitting on his lap. He smirks, and I giggle when he steals me a galvanizing kiss that makes my heart shiver, hammering so hard each time. We both know what will happen next.
Our demons can’t reach us anymore.
We are each other’s remedy.
Wolf
Life has been good. Too good. The worst enemy of a Formula 1 driver is happiness. It dulls your killer instinct. You should have your head on the track, give everything to it, even your life, if you have to. But lately, I’ve been driven by my cock and the organ that serves as my heart. I’ve been training harder to take the win this season, but I’ve changed my habits. If it wasn’t for her, I would have been at my main residence in Monaco, but instead, I’ve passed my winter holidays at my penthouse in New York. I’ve spent every night with Elle and haven’t had another nightmare. Slowly she’s inking my soul and erasing André’s print. Speaking of whom, I haven’t returned any of his calls.
Ma belleis at the Australian Grand Prix with me. First race of the season. I couldn’t be happier that she finally decided to do what she loves. What she doesn’t know is that I may have submitted her paintings to art galleries. I know it’s her dream, even if she’s still uncertain, but I have no doubts in her. They’ll be idiots to not take her. Plus, her, being an artist would mean she could come with me all around the globe. We’ll take her art supplies, and then I’ll have her with me. All. The. Fucking. Time.
It’s freaking bullshit.I live in Monaco. She lives in New York. I travel all year. We’re doomed to fail. What if she lives with me? Would she leave New York? I’ve never lived with anyone. Would she agree to travel with me?Focus on the race, Aaron, damn it.She’s messing with my mind.
She offers me a sweet smile, her headset on, ready to follow the race from my paddock. I love how anxious she looks. Then again, I’m known to be indomitable, not the easiest boyfriend to deal with. I saw all the men ogling over her when we arrived. But, Elle is mine. She’s also glanced at me a few times when a woman gave me the bedroom eyes, or when a woman she defined as attractive spoke to us. She doesn’t have to fear anything. None of them could compare to a quarter of her. She’s more gorgeous than all of them, and even if I hate to admit it, she completely ruins me for other women.Damn it, the race Aaron.
Monica makes fun of me when she sees my gaze stuck on Elle, like a softy fucker. You bet she couldn’t resist the urge to come, she doesn’t miss an opportunity to travel in the sun. Plus, she loves Elle. But who couldn’t love her? Louis keeps staring at Mon, and I can’t help but grin, the bastard has his mind as fucked as mine because of a woman. Since he told me the whole truth, I still hate him but I believe his hatred for himself is enough to make him suffer. Plus, by the way he’s yearning Monica from afar, I guess she hasn’t forgiven him. Knowing her, she’s just gonna make him work hard for it. Good girl. I just hope Elle won’t soften her. She’s too good for this world sometimes.
It’s time.
I jump into my cockpit and wrap my mind around the race. Gloves on. Helmet on. When I race, Aaron disappears to let Wolf in. Reckless. Dangerous. A sinner. I’m all of the above. We are all dealing with our traumas differently. Me, I race. Racing is what keeps me sane. I need the blistering pace, I race against my own demons.Hopefully, happiness won’t wreck my race.
I align my car on the grid, and excitement rushes through my veins. I miss this. When the red light disappears, I press the accelerator. 200. 210. 220 mph. I race my car without fear taking the lead. But a race isn’t a sprint.
Faster.
A mistake causes me to withdraw from two places. Currently P3, Louis is taking the lead, followed by another contender.Freaking happiness.I focus only on the grinding sound of the motor, shutting my mind off. I don’t even pay attention to Thomas’ voice in the headset. I race my car faster, gaining microseconds during the turns, taking risks. And I’m at that point again. The point where the same images appear through my mind. Henry. The accident. I let the adrenaline rush consume me. Inside the cockpit, I’m the one in control. I’m powerful. Invincible. When I race I’m a step closer to death. I can feel it racing against me. I’ve never felt more alive while being closer to death. 225 mph…
Haunted.
I need to get a step closer.
I’m here. I’m at that point, I’m not feeling anything. I’m at that point, I’m feeling at peace. The point when everything can change. When a bad maneuver can make me crash. Just one movement, just one breath away. But I can’t help it, I need to see the demons of my past one more time. I need to see Henry.
227 mph…
Henry’s spirit is with me. Watching me racing. I feel close again to my brother. Time seems to slow. I feel stuck between life and death.Henry, I’m so sorry. Forgive me.
“Aaron. You have an opening to overtake Louis, but it’s risky,” Thomas speaks in the headset.
I increase the pace, struggling to keep a hold on my steering wheel. One mistake and I’ll crash. One mistake, and I’ll be with Henry. But this time, something changes. I’ve always have that fury and that anger inside of me. I’m feral by blood. But I find my peace.
I’m ready to let Henry go.
I love you, brother.I hit the pedal as Thomas screams in the headset, but I smile. I shift it into the turn and overtake Louis.
