Driven (Racing For Love)

by Jayne Rylon

  “Sorry. Still here. Just… Whoa.”

  In all the years they’d known each other, Rachel had never been at a loss for words before.

  “Is that a good ‘whoa’? Or a bad ‘whoa’?” Panic started to breed self-doubt.

  “It’s a just-wait-until-I-post-this-on-the-blog whoa. I know you, Lynn. If you didn’t feel it you would have kicked him to the curb already. The fact you’re considering means you really have something going. To be honest, I’m more concerned about that. What are you going to do after tonight? Are you going to be able to walk without getting hurt?”

  “I—I don’t know. It might be too late for that already.” She wished she could put the world on hold to think things through. Then again, hadn’t that always gotten her in trouble? Maybe it was time to let go and trust her instincts. “I think I’m going to do it, Rach. If there’s a spark between us, I’m going to go for it. I’ll figure the rest out later.”

  “Good for you. Enjoy yourself. Email me when you can so I know you’re all right.”

  “I will. Thanks.” She closed her phone with a snap. The digital clock on the front reminded her no more than five minutes of her reprieve remained. No way in hell would she meet Sebastian’s friend looking like a something that’d been strapped to the hood of their racecar for a dozen rough miles.

  She hustled to the restroom to freshen up.

  * * * * *

  “Dude. Quit pacing, you’re driving me nuts.”

  Sebastian glared at Mark, the ungrateful bastard. Didn’t he realize how much they stood to lose? Letting Lynn out of his sight had been a gamble, but he’d nearly pushed her too far by rearranging her schedule. Maybe she’d tell them to fuck off. “What if she doesn’t show?”

  “She’ll come. You said this trip is important to her, right? There’s no other choice today. I came through the main hall from my connecting flight. It’s wall-to-wall in there.”

  He didn’t dare tell his friend how bad he hoped Lynn returned because of him—the hell with the lack of alternates. He’d never live that down. At least not until the man had met her. Sebastian found it hard to believe anyone could resist Lynn. How she’d made it this long without some guy claiming her boggled his mind. Unless she didn’t want to be tied down.

  “Hot damn, is that your lady?” Mark looked like a kid in a candy store as he watched Lynn approach.

  “Uh-huh.” She had gotten even more gorgeous in the past half-hour. He’d swear to it.

  “Good eye, Fiori.”

  “It’s more than that, asshole.” He regretted the fire in the rebuke when his friend turned to face him, eyebrows raised. Maybe this hadn’t been one of his best ideas.

  Too late to rescind his offer—not that he’d deny Lynn a chance to explore her fantasy—he reached out to buss her cheeks before making introductions.

  He ignored the urge to snatch her away as she hugged Mark in greeting. When her luscious breasts pressed against his friend, she might as well have waved a red flag at the poor sucker. No way could the man resist her stacked frame if given half a chance.

  Mark had been his second-in-command since their junior racing days a decade ago. His best friend understood what Sebastian wanted when he lingered instead of clambering onto the plane.

  “Very nice to meet you, Lynn. I’ll see you two on board. Gotta make a call before we take off.” He wore a shit-eating grin as he practically skipped into the Jetway.

  “I was afraid you’d run.” No use in beating around the bush.

  “Me too.” She patted his chest then fixed some imaginary wrinkle in his collar before she whispered, “But I couldn’t. I would regret it the rest of my life. Not knowing what might have been. I have to say this though. No more stealing my thunder. Only I say what goes with me.”

  “There are no expectations, tesoro.”

  “I’m hardly your treasure.” She smiled despite her protest. When she’d translated the term on her phone, his sweetness had caused a warm glow to spread through her.

  “Let me be the judge.” His thumbs brushed her cheekbones as he bent to kiss her. Long, lingering glides of their lips lulled his anxiety. Everything would be fine as long as she went with him. “Whatever happens…”

  He stopped short of promises he didn’t think she’d welcome. This should have been a one-night stand. If a fancy one. So why did it feel like the start of a relationship to him instead?

  Before he could crack a tooth on his size-eleven sneakers, the flight attendant hailed them from the open door. “Excuse me, Mr. Fiori. The captain is calling for you to board at this time.”

  “Thanks, Marcy.” He nodded to the woman before returning his focus to Lynn. “You ready?”

  She grabbed his hand then matched her stride to his as they crossed the threshold in synch. The door locked behind them. There could be no turning back now.

  Lynn gasped when confronted with the opulence of the private jet. If the limo had been a giant step up from her Camry, the sleek lounge and dining areas of the aircraft were light years ahead of the standard commuters she’d flown in. Afraid to stain the pure white carpet, she toed off her heels near the entrance.

  “Talk about leg room!” A giggle escaped before she could squash it. Unbecoming of a forty-year-old woman, she thought. “I could do cartwheels in here.”

  “In that skirt, I don’t recommend it.” Sebastian winked at her.

  “Aw, come on. Don’t ruin all my fun, amico.”

  She grinned at the easygoing man who’d introduced himself as Mark. A few inches shorter than Sebastian, he had muscles galore. His sandy hair complemented chocolate eyes and olive skin, giving him an appearance that could have come off as boring but definitely did not. His sense of humor sparkled, adding charm to everything he did.

  For a situation with a high awkwardness potential, he made her feel right at home.

  “But if naked gymnastics are out of the equation there is dinner to look forward to. As soon as we reach cruising altitude. Don’t know about you kids but I’m starving. Let’s strap in so we can get this show on the road.”

  The unorthodox seating arrangements threw her. Where exactly did one sit for takeoff? Not in the dining room chairs bolted to the floor, right?

  “Join us over here.” Sebastian led her to a double lounger, similar to a loveseat. Puffy cushions camouflaged standard airplane seat belts tucked in the seams. They settled onto the chair as Mark claimed the single version, facing them.

  The safety spiel played on the huge flat screen at the top of the bulkhead, but all of them had traveled enough to recite it by heart if they chose. Sebastian reached across her waist to grab hold of the buckle then snapped her in. The heat of his touch set her on fire.

  For too long, she’d sacrificed her personal life for her career. After two years of clinical orgasms, thanks to her purple, bead-filled, rabbit vibrator, their bout of wild sex had affected her like an alcoholic falling off the wagon. And she was ready to binge.

  Lynn didn’t realize she and Sebastian had locked gazes until the flight attendant fractured their shared intensity. “All set here?”

  “Yes, thanks.” Mark answered for them when Sebastian cleared his throat.

  “I’ll be serving dinner as soon as the captain allows, as you requested. Will you need service before then?” Half Lynn’s age, the leggy bombshell made delicious eye candy, but neither Sebastian nor Mark paid the woman much attention.

  “If something comes up, we’ll ring. Otherwise, go relax up front.” Sebastian dismissed the young beauty without looking away from Lynn.

  The power of the men’s interest had her head swelling by the second.

  The engines roared as soon as the woman disappeared behind the curtain separating their space from the galley and crew.

  “We’ve got trivia, movies, some books on the shelf over there and even video games. Seb plays a mean Wii tennis.” Mark diffused the tension radiating between them as they inched toward the top of the runway.

  “I’m
more into the yoga in Fit myself.”

  “You can actually pull that shit off? Seb and I tried it once but we called it quits when he busted his ass in a lame excuse for the tree pose. Funniest damn thing I’ve seen.” He paused to give his jaw an exaggerated stroke. “Though it might have had something to do with the case of beer we drank before that.”

  He laughed, the infectious delight drawing a mirroring grin from her.

  “Dio, you swore you’d never use your powers for evil.” Sebastian squeezed her thigh as he gave Mark shit. Unable to resist touching him, she laced their fingers then tipped her head, content to rest against his shoulder, which rocked a bit with his chuckles.

  “Tired, tesoro?”

  “It’s been one heck of a day.” The engines revved as the captain announced their position as first for departure.

  “Damn straight,” Sebastian muttered before nudging her chin toward his for a taste of her lips. What seemed like an innocent gesture at first morphed into something serious when neither of them could stop at a tiny peck. They leaned toward each other, angling their faces for better access.

  Lynn couldn’t say for sure if the concentrated lust of his kiss or the g-force of the jet accelerating down the runway caused her stomach to do more summersaults, but thirty seconds later she soared. She savored the cinnamon flavor of the candy he must have eaten and allowed herself to relax. Despite the short time she’d known him, she realized she trusted him. If she didn’t, she never would have gotten on board the plane, or with his plans.

  He coaxed her to take his tongue farther into her mouth as he seduced her with broad sweeps of his lips. The perfection of the moment flowed over her, making her dizzy. Her equilibrium shifted as they circled higher and higher above the receding earth. Could she reach for the stars? From here she felt closer than ever before.

  She opened her eyes. Sebastian watched her, absorbing every nuance of her reaction. In the limo, she’d acted with pure, desperate need. She’d taken what she wanted. Now she craved something different. Something riskier.

  While staring straight into the depths of his stare, as blue and endless as the ocean, she let go of her doubts and fears. She melted into his open arms, allowing him to cradle her exactly as he liked. He might have made fewer revolutions around the sun than she, but he had a hell of a lot more experience than her zilch when it came to no-strings affairs. He could make her burn.

  A growl rumbled from his throat. His fingers tensed where they massaged her scalp, mussing her hair.

  “So sexy.” Mark’s smoky timbre startled her. She’d forgotten he existed. Tingles magnified when she thought about the show they put on for him in his front-row seat. “That’s right, cara. Let Seb take care of you. He will. We will, if you let us.”

  A soft moan betrayed her.

  “Watching you make out is getting me hard.”

  Sebastian couldn’t remain unaffected in the wake of Mark’s taunting. He nipped her lip then sucked away the sting. Their chests rose and fell with uneven gasps, melding the side of her breast to his forearm in sporadic bursts. She arched, seeking more contact.

  “Seni, Seb.” Mark’s foreign direction soothed her universal dilemma when her lover responded, shifting his hand to cup her breast.

  His thumb brushed her nipple, coaxing it to tighten beneath his strumming. Grateful for the relief, she snuck a glance in Mark’s direction. His dilated pupils fixed on the intersection of Sebastian’s skilled fingers and her satin blouse, which covered the heavy globes of her chest. The long, dark lashes surrounding his eyes swept his cheeks with each of his languorous blinks.

  One of his hands gripped the armrest hard enough she feared he might bend it. The other cupped the bulge in his pants. His lips parted when he blew out a breath between clenched teeth.

  Sebastian relinquished control of her mouth to allow her greater flexibility. She basked in Mark’s approval until bursts of ecstasy wrenched her attention to the man feasting on her neck and collarbones. When she reached for her seat belt to free herself, he gripped her wrist.

  “Let him play, cara.” Mark took the devious bastard’s side then upped the ante. “Put your hands inside the belt.”

  When she could force her brain to process his command, she hesitated less than half a second before complying. Sebastian grabbed the free end of the canvas strap and yanked. She squirmed but didn’t get far. Her thighs fell open, begging for relief from the pressure he amplified with every touch.

  “Grazioso. So pretty.” Mark groaned when Sebastian worked her skirt up to her waist.

  “Let me see you, Mark.” She froze when the breathy request slipped past her guard. Would it upset Sebastian? She had no idea what to expect. What were the rules here? So unlike anything she’d done before, she hadn’t bothered to ask before diving in headfirst, praying Sebastian would be there to catch her.

  “I can’t,” Mark rasped.

  She shouldn’t have worried. Sebastian paused to grin at her. “You hear that? You’re driving him insane, gorgeous. If he puts his hand in his pants right now, he’ll come so fast and hard we’ll go supersonic.”

  “He’s not the only one.” Her head bounced against the rest, her hips rising toward the devious fingertips drawing circles on the inside of her thigh. So close…

  “Challenge him, gorgeous. I want to see which of you can hold out longest.”

  “What’s the prize?” The wicked streak she’d embraced grew wider by the moment.

  “Winner gets to decide what’s for dessert tonight.” Sebastian’s rough whisper made it clear he had something more decadent than triple-layer chocolate cake in mind.

  “Anything they want?” Endless visions of what she’d request—the two men focused on her, both kneeling between her legs, lapping at her soaked pussy, taking turns fucking her into oblivion—overrode her reservations.

  “Anything.”

  “Take your cock out, Mark.”

  “I love it when you turn bossy.” Sebastian nuzzled her jaw.

  She smiled. “Me too. Who would have guessed?”

  The rustle of Mark shifting for better access drew her attention to him once more. He shoved his t-shirt high on his chest then slid the zipper carefully over the tent in his pants. A rock of his hips accompanied an agile swipe of his hands, which thrust his jeans and boxer briefs to the tops of his thighs. Just low enough to allow his erection to grow upward along his abdomen.

  “Impressive.” She licked her lips.

  “They don’t call us Italian stallions for nothing.” He winked then grimaced. “But I’ve got nothing on Seb.”

  “Mmm.” Lynn sighed as she remembered how he’d stretched her. The memory put her in jeopardy of losing their bet before it’d begun. “No fair. That was a low blow.”

  “Anything goes.”

  “In that case…wrap your hand around your hard-on. Show me how you jerk yourself off. Long, full strokes from the base to the tip. No skimping.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Mark muttered as he obeyed.

  She relished the thrill even as it drove her closer to the end of their match. Arousal bubbled within her, making it hard to catch her breath. Sebastian didn’t help any when he walked his fingertips up her thigh to pet her swollen pussy. She gasped.

  “Oh yeah, take that.” Mark’s strained chuckle didn’t last long.

  “Use your other hand. Play with your balls.”

  Sebastian looked between them with a grin. “You two aren’t screwing around. Good thing, probably twenty minutes or less until Marcy brings dinner. If no one wins before then, I’m taking the prize.”

  “Get your fingers inside her, Fiori. I’ll share the reward with you,” Mark promised. When Sebastian didn’t move quick enough to suit him, he snapped, “Hurry up.”

  Lynn cried out when her lover’s long fingers glided through the ample lubrication dripping from her slit. Three thick digits invaded her clenched rings of muscle until the pad of his palm pressed her clit. “Bastian!”

  She at
tempted to sit still, to keep from writhing on him, but the temptation overpowered her logic. Her hands fisted on either side of her spread thighs, trapped by the strap. Thank God, or she might have yanked Sebastian closer and come on the spot.

  “She’s so tight. Wait ’til you feel her pussy on your cock. Amazing.”

  Mark groaned, “Whose side are you on, dude?”

  The navigator’s hand sped up, making a wet, slapping noise each time he passed over the slick head of his cock.

  Instead of answering, Sebastian scissored his fingers inside her, stroking the walls of her pussy until he hit a particularly sensitive spot. She shrieked then trembled, her thighs tensing to try to align his touch once more.

  “Oh yeah. Come for him, cara.” Mark panted. “I can smell your sweetness from here.”

  “So close.” She could surrender now if she wanted. Why didn’t she want to again? The promise of a brilliant orgasm weakened her resolve. Rhythmic pulses began to squeeze her around Sebastian, making him work to maintain his pattern of invasion and retreat.

  “Me. Too.” Mark grimaced. His hand added a twist near the top of his stroke now, rubbing the underside of his cock with the pads of his fingers. His muscles strained, making him look every bit a Roman god straight out of legend. Soon she could have him. Have them both, fucking her together.

  Positive she’d lose their challenge in the next moment, Sebastian shocked her by removing his hand from her clit, though he continued to pump his fingers inside her. She cried out as she receded a tiny step from the ledge of ecstasy. With Bastian’s hand blocking the view, Mark couldn’t tell. Not that he could see well through the slits his eyes had become anyway.

  The younger man’s hand flew over the straining flesh of his cock for two more seconds before his entire body went stock-still.

  “Oh. Fuck,” he grunted then his abdomen rippled in a wave of lithe muscle before stream after stream of milky cum poured from the purple tip, glazing his hand, his six-pack and his balls.

  The erotic sight had her trembling. Sebastian’s fingers slid the fraction of an inch over to the perfect spot he’d abandoned then flexed as he shifted her pleasure into high gear. She bucked against him, rubbing herself shamelessly on his hand. He couldn’t deny her now.