He offers his hands to me. Taking them, I link my fingers with his.
It’s not long before he’s sitting up, pressing his chest to mine.
I drop his hands and grip his shoulders. His hands on my behind, he takes control, lifting me up and down his cock, increasing pace.
“So good,” I moan.
“That’s it, babe. I need you to come for me.”
The friction is almost too much to bear. My body goes into overdrive, and in no time, I’m shattering around him.
My eyes are locked on his as I come, unable to look away. I never want to look away from him ever again. And that feeling I’ve had of falling before hits me, but it’s harder this time, bleeding into my veins, making me dizzy…
I love him.
I’m in love with him.
Oh God.
Before I can even process my thoughts, I’m moving backward.
Carrick is on top, his body pinning mine. His elbows are pressed against my upper arms, keeping them in place, as he frames my face with his hands.
He’s moving in and out with sure hard thrusts, and I lift my legs, wrapping them around him, urging him in harder.
His features are tight. His eyes are dark with urgency and need. The way he’s looking at me is somehow more intense than ever before, and it stops my breath.
“Andressa…” he groans my name like a prayer. “Fuck, babe…”
Then, almost as if it’s too much for him, he closes his eyes. He brings his mouth to mine, breaking the connection between us, allowing me to breathe.
His body tenses, shuddering, as I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with his warmth.
We lie there for a moment, pressing soft tender kisses wherever we can reach skin.
Then, he rolls off me, taking me with him, so my head is on his chest, his arm around me.
“That was…” He sounds in awe and lost, and I’m right there with him.
“Out of this world.” I tilt my head, so I can look at him.
“Don’t go to work today.” He touches my lower lip with his finger, tracing it. “Stay with me.”
“I want to…but I don’t want to let Uncle John down.”
“You’re not letting him down. You’re pulling a sickie, like ninety percent of the population do. Technically, in a roundabout way, you work for me, and I’m saying it’s more than okay for you to play hooky.”
“That’s because you’ll benefit from me playing hooky.”
“True.” He presses his lips together, brow raised, a cute look on his face. “But I’ll make sure that you benefit too.”
I laugh, considering it.
“And the part for your dad’s car is being delivered this morning. We can fit it and then take her out together.”
And he’s got me. I was eighty percent sure I was going to stay just from the feel of his hot body under my hands, but if I can be here to finish my dad’s car…
“You know how to get me.”
“Sure I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be naked and in my bed right now.”
I lift a brow.
“Granted, it took me a while,” he adds. “But we got here in the end.”
“We sure did.” I smile, giving him a kiss. As I pull back, I remember that my phone is in the garage. I left it there yesterday. And if I’m calling in sick, then I’m going to need it.
“Ugh, I left my phone in the garage. I need it to call Uncle John and let him know I won’t be in today.”
“Use mine.”
“Oh, yeah!” I laugh, but I abruptly stop when I see the less than happy look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t want John knowing we’re together?”
“I never said that. But if I call from your phone, he’s gonna know in an instant that I’m not playing hooky because I’m sick but because I’m too busy in bed with you. And I’d rather my Uncle John not know those intimate details of my life.”
“But you are gonna tell him that we’re together?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I do.”
“Are you telling your dad and Pierce?”
He gives me a stupid look. “Of course. I’ll be telling anyone who’ll fucking listen that we’re together. That I’m with the hottest girl in the world.”
I roll my eyes at his cheesy line, but I’m secretly loving it.
“You don’t think it’ll be weird at work?”
“Babe, I’m pretty sure that everyone at work knows that we’ve at least slept together. The way we’ve been with each other these last few weeks, they know.” Moving out from under me, he gets out of bed. Going over to his chest of drawers, he pulls out a pair of dark gray drawstring pajama bottoms and puts them on. “My dad even asked me about it the other day. Asked what was going on with you and me.”
Lying on my side, I prop myself up on my elbow. “What did you tell him?”
“That I was pissed off because you wouldn’t fuck me.” He grins.
“You never said that!” I gasp.
“What else was I going to say?” He comes and sits on the bed. “That I was fucking cut up because you didn’t want me? I don’t go that deep with my dad, babe.”
My eyes lower, my lips turning down at the corners.
“Hey.” He chucks my chin with his fingers.
I look back up at him.
“Don’t feel bad. That shit is all in the past. We’re here now, and we’re good.” He tucks my hair behind my ear.
“No, we’re better than good. We’re great.” I slide my hand around his neck. Bringing his lips down to mine, I kiss him.
“You want me to get your phone?” he says in between kisses.
“Would you?” I blink, looking into his eyes.
“I’d do just about anything for you.” He winks and then gets up from the bed. “Back in a few.”
I watch his hot arse leave the bedroom. Needing the bathroom, I climb out of bed and use the toilet.
After I’ve finished, my stomach is rumbling, and I’m dying for coffee, so I decide to meet Carrick downstairs.
I grab his Rybell T-shirt and boxer shorts that I wore last night when we had pizza because all my clothes are still scattered around his garage. I hope he retrieves them when he gets my phone.
I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I’ve just got the coffee brewing and bread in the toaster when Carrick appears with my phone, my clothes, and a box in his hands.
“Delivery guy turned up while I was outside. Starter motor’s here.” He puts the box down on the counter along with my clothes, and he hands me my phone.
“He was early,” I comment.
“Yeah. Aw, you’re making coffee and toast. You’re the best girlfriend ever.” He presses a kiss to my cheek as he passes by me.
I freeze at the term, surprised to hear him calling me his girlfriend. Then, I relax, letting it seep into me.
I am his girlfriend. And he’s my boyfriend.
And I sound like I’m still in high school.
“You want jam, Nutella, or peanut butter on your toast?” he asks me from the fridge.
“Um…Nutella.”
“Good choice.” He comes over with a jar of Nutella, putting it on the counter in front of me.
“I should call Uncle John and let him know I’m not coming in.”
“Call him. I’ll finish breakfast.”
Taking my phone, I walk out into the hall. I see a few texts from my mum, Petra, and Ben, and I have a missed call from Uncle John.
Swiping the screen, I call him back.
“I called you yesterday. I was hoping to have dinner with you last night.” Uncle John’s voice comes down the line.
“Sorry. I was out with a friend.” I choose not to elaborate. I can’t tell him now, not with me pulling a sickie. “That’s kind of why I’m calling. I think I ate something last night that disagreed with me, and I feel ill. Stomachache.” I actually press my hand to my belly, like he can see me.
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p; “Are you okay? Do you need me to come around, take care of you?”
“No.” My voice goes unnaturally high, so I rein it back in. “No, I’ll be fine. I just need to sleep it off, I think. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”
“Well, no rush. Just come in when you feel up to it.”
“Okay. Thanks, Uncle John.”
“I’ll call you later, check how you’re doing. Feel better soon, kiddo.”
Saying good-bye, I hang up with him. Then, I reply to my mum’s text. If I don’t, she’ll start freaking out.
Then, I go back into the kitchen.
Carrick’s already poured the coffee and made my toast, all set out for me on the breakfast bar. He’s munching on his own toast, reading something on his phone.
He lowers it when he sees me. “Okay?” he checks.
“Yeah, fine.” I sit up on the stool. “I feel crappy lying to him, but if it means I get to spend the day with you, then it’s worth it.”
That earns me a heart-stopping smile.
After we’ve finished breakfast, I load the plates and cups into the dishwasher, seeing as though Carrick made breakfast.
We take a shower together, which ends up being longer than it should, as I end up bent over, hands pressed to the tiles, with Carrick taking me from behind.
We finally make it down to the garage where I put on my overalls over another one of Carrick’s clean T-shirts and boxer shorts. As my clothes are grubby, I’ve put them in his machine to wash, so at least I’ll have some clean clothes to go home in.
Carrick seems to quite like me in his clothes. Honestly, I like wearing them. I like smelling of him.
We have the starter motor fitted in less than an hour. Quick easy job with the both of us. But I let Carrick do most of the fitting. I’m quite happy to sit back and watch his delicious arse bent over the car.
“Seriously, I feel like a piece of meat with the way you’re ogling me from back there.” His voice comes from under the hood of the car.
“Welcome to my world. And seriously, you’re complaining? I thought you liked being adored by women.”
He lifts his head, looking back at me. “I do.” Moving out from under the car, he comes over to me, sliding his dirty hands around the waist of my overalls. “But only by one woman.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
“Nice save.”
“I thought so.” He grins.
“How’s it looking?” I nod at the car.
“All done.” He smiles.
I feel a little tremor inside my chest.
“You ready to try her out? See if all our hard work’s been worth it?”
My eyes come back to his handsome face. “I think it’s been worth it even if she doesn’t run.” I smile, referring to him and me, the time we’ve spent doing it, bringing us together.
“Definitely worth it.” He rubs his nose over mine and then softly kisses me once.
Stepping back, he pulls the car key from his overalls and gives it to me. “Come on. Start her up, babe.”
I follow him to the car. Opening the driver’s door, I climb in.
He puts the hood down with a gentle clunk and gets in the passenger seat beside me.
I look at the key in my hand for a moment and then push it into the ignition. I glance at Carrick, and he gives me an encouraging look.
After a deep breath, I turn the key. She chugs a little as I feel the mechanics all trying to rub together, adjusting to each other.
Releasing the ignition, I wait a few seconds, then, I turn her again, and this time, she comes to life.
I beam at Carrick. “She’s working! I can’t believe she’s working!”
“I can. You can fix anything you put your mind to.”
But not me. I can’t fix the broken in me.
I bite my lip, feeling myself waver.
“Are you getting emotional on me?” he asks.
“A bit.” A tear slips from my eye. I wipe it away.
“Well, I might make this either better or worse.” He reaches into the glove box and pulls out some papers. He holds them out for me to take.
“What are these?” I ask, taking them from him.
“If my girl doesn’t know what a logbook looks like, then I’m gonna be worried.”
I hear the hint of nerves in his voice as my eyes start scanning the papers.
Fuck…
“Carrick…I…you…”
“She’s yours.”
“No,” I gasp. “Carrick…it’s too much…you can’t…”
“I can, and I have.” He turns in his seat. Reaching over, he takes my face in his hands. “I bought her for you. She belongs to you. It’s what your dad would have wanted.”
I close my eyes on a blink, and tears roll down my cheeks. My throat is thick with emotion.
“I love it, what you’ve done…but it’s just so much money. I can’t take that kind of money from you.”
“It’s nonnegotiable. The paperwork’s done. It’s legal and binding. The only way you’re getting rid of this car is if you sell her, and I don’t think you’ll do that.” He gives me a winning look.
I should be mad at him for doing this…spending so much money on me. But how can I be angry with such a beautiful man who has done such a beautiful thing for me?
“Carrick…I…” Love you. “I’m beyond crazy about you.” Then, I kiss him, with everything I have.
When we finally break apart, breathing heavily, he rests his forehead against mine. “I really want you right now, but I think it’d be kind of creepy if I fucked you in your dad’s car.”
“Not kind of creepy. It’d be totally creepy.”
He chuckles. “Well, let’s take her out for a drive, see how she opens up. Then, we’re coming back here, and I’m spending the rest of the day inside you, fucking you in every room in my house and quite possibly the garden.”
Grinning at him, I say, “Sounds perfect.”
IT’S FAIR TO SAY that Carrick and I have grown incredibly close these last few weeks. We’ve reached a level of intimacy that I never thought I would be able to have with a man.
We’re together a lot, only apart when I’m working or he’s training.
Carrick did want me to forego sharing a room with Petra and just stay with him, but I felt I should maintain some form of independence from him. He wasn’t happy about it, but I was firm.
Staying in his room with him would almost be like living together, and I don’t want to rush things. Although my stuff might be in my and Petra’s room, I still sleep in Carrick’s bed every night. It’s a hard task, staying away from him, so having my clothes and belongings in another room is the only way to make it feel like we are actually going slow.
Everyone knows that we’re together. Carrick was insistent about that. He told his dad and Pierce, and I told Uncle John, who wasn’t as surprised as I’d thought he would be. Of course I told Petra, and she just flipped out with excitement. I got an, “About fucking time,” from Ben.
Apparently, the sexual tension between Carrick and me has been killing everyone.
Carrick won the British Grand Prix. It was a great moment for him. Winning at home is always a huge thing.
And he also won in Germany, too.
I was proud of him. But at the British Grand Prix, that was the moment I realized how hard being with Carrick is going to be for me. Watching him race on that screen, I had a full-blown panic attack.
It came out of nowhere. Fortunately, I had sense enough to get myself to the restroom before anyone could see it.
I didn’t tell Carrick about it. He was too happy with his win, and I didn’t want to bring him down, so I haven’t said anything. It happened in Germany, too.
And now, we’re in Budapest, and the race is a few days away. To say I’m anxious is putting it mildly.
I just need to find a way to deal with this. If I’m with him, he’s always going to race. I’m always going to have to watch. I have to learn to deal.
“I look okay?�
� I ask Carrick.
We’re in my room. He’s laid out on my bed, looking handsome in dark jeans and a shirt, watching TV while I dress.
Petra’s out having dinner with the guys. Carrick and I are going to have dinner with his dad.
It was Owen’s idea.
I’m nervous. I know Owen doesn’t like me.
“You look beautiful.” Carrick gets up from the bed and comes over to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, he stares back at me in the mirror. “You always look beautiful.”
I’m wearing a cute little sleeveless knee-length floral dress with these gold sandals that I got when I went shopping with Petra. She’s such a big help with buying girlie clothes for me.
Biting my lip, I glance back at him. “I just want to make a good impression. I want him to like me.”
“He does like you.” He chuckles. I feel his chest rumble against my back.
I raise a brow at him.
“He does,” he maintains. “He thinks you’re a good influence on me.”
“He thinks I distract you.”
“You do distract me. You’re a bad…bad distraction, Andressa.” He runs his tongue up my neck to my ear. He nips my earlobe with his teeth, making me shiver.
“I’m bad, huh?”
“Mmhmm…you’re really, really bad.”
He slides his hand up my stomach. Cupping my breast, he brushes his thumb over my already hard nipple. The feeling shoots straight to my sex.
“And I’d show you exactly how bad if we didn’t have to go to dinner right now.”
Turning in his arms, I tip my lips up at one corner. “We could cancel and stay here. I’ll let you punish me for being bad.” Lifting my arms, I press my wrists together, giving him an innocent look.
That gets his attention. I see lust flicker to life in his eyes and feel it press up against my hip.
“Fuck. Now, I’m hard.” He glances at his watch and groans. “We’re already late, and I can’t fuck you quick.” Cupping my chin in his hand, he gives me a hard kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. “When we get back, I’m tying you to my bed, and I’m gonna show you exactly how bad I can be.”
Releasing me, he backs away with the hottest look on his face ever, making my insides tremble.
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