“Do you think we could make that work?” Harrison asks, propping himself up on a muscled forearm.
“I don’t see why not.”
“This isn’t exactly the ideal moment, is it?” he presses, “With your dad—”
“It was never going to be the ideal moment,” I say, taking his hands in mine, “Us being together was never going to be something that people would accept off the bat. But think about it, Harrison. If we’re ousted, we look like a couple of liars and sneaks. But if we make our relationship public, we look like mature adults trying to do the right thing.”
“I don’t know, Siena,” Harrison says.
“What are you worried about?” I ask.
“Besides your family’s ire and my team’s outrage?” he laughs.
“How can any of them hold it against us if we’re honest?” I ask, “It made sense for us to keep this a secret at first, Harrison. We thought this might be a fling, we thought we’d never even see each other again after that first night in Barcelona. For fuck’s sake, I thought you were some anonymous pit crew member when we first met. But it’s been months, Harrison. And in these past few months, I’ve stopped thinking of this as something fleeting. I want to be with you, Harrison. And not in secret, either. I want to be able to spend all of my time with you, to share your victories and help shoulder your defeats. I need you in my life, always. I love you. I think I may have loved you from the start.”
“I love you too, Siena,” Harrison says, taking my face in his hands, “And I’ll follow your lead on this one. If you think getting out in front of it is the best idea...I trust you. Work your PR magic on this thing. If we could be together for the entire world to see...that would just be perfect. I don’t want to hide what we have any longer. The rest of the world can just deal with it.”
“I’ll take care of everything,” I say, running my hands down his rock hard chest, “We’ll get through this, you and me. It’ll all be for the best, you’ll see.”
“The only thing I see right now is my gorgeous woman sitting right in front of me after far too long,” Harrison says, his voice rasping lustily. His tone sends ripples of excitement skirting across my skin. It’s been weeks since we’ve been able to touch each other, hold each other. He’s right—that’s far too long.
“God, I’ve missed your hands on me,” I tell him, laying back on the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, running his fingers down my side. “I can’ believe I’ve managed to stay away from you at all. All I’ve wanted to do these past couple of weeks is break down your door and carry you away.”
“What am I, some kind of damsel in distress?” I laugh, stretching like a house cast under his expert touch.
“Not even remotely,” he says, tracing a fingertip from my collar to my navel, “That’s why I knew I could stand these two weeks. I knew I could trust you to take care of yourself. To help me find a way to take care of us.”
“That’s more like it,” I smile, arching my back as Harrison swings a leg over my body. I’ve missed the weight of him on top of me so badly—that comforting, warm presence. Right here, with Harrison, is where I feel safe. It’s where I feel at home.
“I know you better than to think you need rescuing, Siena,” Harrison says, his full lips just inches from mine. “But at the same time...I’m glad we’re finally getting around to rescuing each other.”
He presses his lips firmly against mine, and a rush of warmth spills over my entire body. Our mouths move together, our tongues glancing against each other. He tastes even sweeter than I remembered. I bury my hands in his sandy blonde hair, pulling him closer and closer to me. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. I let out a gasp as his lips leave mine, find the sensitive skin of my throat. He trails long, deep kisses all across my skin, working his way down little by little.
“I love knowing how good I make you feel,” he growls, tugging at the neck of my tee with his pearly whites.
“I can tell how you love it,” I say, pressing my hips against his stiff manhood.
“Can you blame me?” he laughs, releasing my hands, “I could never get enough of you, Siena. Never.”
His strong hands slip under my thin cotton tee shirt, drawing the garment up over my head. He tosses the shirt away and runs his hands along my bare torso. waves of goosebumps arise in the wake of his fingers, and he grins to see them.
“You know exactly how to touch me,” I breathe.
“Good,” he says, popping open the button of my jeans, “Because it’s all I want to do.”
He tugs at my skinny jeans, sliding them down off my thighs and calves. I plant my feet on the soft quilt as he tosses the jeans away, letting my knees part before him. With his eyes glued to my nearly naked form, he rips the black tee shirt up over his head and snaps open his belt buckle. He shucks off his light denim blue jeans and kneels over me. His black briefs are no match for the massive length of him.
“Did I do that?” I laugh, nodding toward his ever-stiffening member.
“You know exactly what you do to me, Siena Lazio,” he says, lowering himself onto me.
I rake my nails along his broad back as he brushes his lips against first one breast, then the other. Reaching around my back, his fingers deftly unclasp my bra, and he closes his teeth around one lacy black cup, pulling the garment away from body. I moan, delighted, as he closes his lips around my hard, tender nipple. He flicks the tip of his tongue against the erect little peak, cupping my ample breasts in his hands. I can feel my own desire throbbing between my legs as he bites down, just hard enough.
“I want to feel your mouth all over me,” I tell him.
“Oh, I think I can handle that...” he says, sitting back on his knees.
He hooks his fingers into the band of my skimpy black thong and, ever-so-slowly, slides it down my trembling legs. Tossing my panties away, he plants his hands on my knees, easing them further apart. I let him spread me open, loving the way his eyes drink me in.
“Wait,” I say, reaching for him. “I want to see you, too...”
The corners of his mouth twist upward as he catches my drift. Standing on his knees, Harrison lowers his briefs down over the firm swell of his ass, letting me see the full, pulsing length of him once again. It’s all I can to do keep from pulling him down on top of me at once. I want so badly to feel full of him again, but more than that, I want us to take our time.
As if reading my mind, Harrison pushes back on my knees, titling my hips up toward him. He threads his arms beneath my bent legs and brings his lips to the skin just above my knee. A shudder runs through me as I fall back against the bed.
“Easy now,” Harrison smiles, letting his kisses travel further and further up my thigh, “I’m just getting started...”
I shove my hands through my hair as I feel Harrison’s lips caress my sensitive skin, and spread my legs further. I want to offer myself up to Harrison, to be entirely in his hands...and lips...and just about everything else.
He plants his hands on my inner thighs, raising his lips to the hollow that dips beside my hip bone. His lips touch down against that shallow valley, and I can feel his breath against my throbbing sex. He trails his tongue across the mound just above where I want to feel him, teasing me mercilessly.
“Please,” I gasp, “Please, Harrison. Let me feel you—”
But my words trail off into a wordless moan as Harrison runs his tongue along the length of my wet slit. He flattens his tongue against me, running it over my pink flesh. I grab handfuls of bedding, twisting the layers in my quivering fists. With each pass, Harrison’s tongue goes just a bit deeper, a bit further. His hands press gently, opening me further still. I can feel my hard, aching clit exposed before Harrison’s expert mouth...and I know that I’m a goner.
He lowers his mouth to my sex once more, taking that raw bundle of nerves in his firm lips. I cry out as pleasurable sensations roll along every inch of my body. Harrison traces slow, perfect circles arou
nd my clit, rolling it beneath his tongue. My mouth falls open in a wordless moan of bliss. He flicks the very tip of his tongue against me, again and again, sending little shockwaves down to the tips of my fingers and toes. And just when I’m sure I can’t handle any more powerful pleasure, I feel Harrison’s hand brush against me. I gasp as he slides two thick fingers inside of me, stroking my soft, silky flesh. It’s almost too much for me to stand.
“Harrison,” I whisper, “Baby, I’m gonna—”
“I know,” he growls.
He wraps his lips firmly around my clit, and I feel his fingers deep inside of me. With a single, perfectly-placed flick of the tongue, he sends me over the edge. I come for him, sensation barreling through me, lighting every nerve on fire. I writhe against him as the orgasm overwhelms me, and he’s not about to let up. He kneads and strokes me through every passing wave of pleasure, until I fall back against the bed in a haze of feverish bliss.
I blink up at him in the dim light, my eyes wide. “That was you just getting started?” I pant, amazed.
“You bet it was,” he says, running his hands through my curls.
“Good,” I say, “Because I’m just getting revved up myself.”
I wrap my hands around his hard, throbbing length, drawing a low moan from his scruffy throat. It’s a miracle I can ever fit this man inside of me, huge as he is. Keeping my hands firmly around his stiff shaft, I ease him down onto the bed beside me. I roll away from him, pressing my back against his chest as he wraps his arms around me. I work my fingers up and down the thick length of him, hearing his breath come hard and fast in my ear. Gently, I raise my hips and press myself against him once again—letting the very tip of my graze against that tight circle of muscle where no man has ever felt me.
“Jesus, Siena...” Harrison groans, “You just keep surprising me...”
“What can I say?” I breathe, “You make me feel...adventurous.”
I guide Harrison’s hard length to my wet, trembling sex. I’m not quite ready to brave that uncharted territory just yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with him for the night. Not by a long shot. He’s poised against me, right against where I want to feel him most. With a deep breath, I press back into him, impaling myself on his stiff member.
“God...” he breathes, rocking his hips against me, “You’re so fucking tight, Siena...”
I gasp as he drives up into me, and I bring my thighs even more tightly together. I’ve never felt him this way before, and the newness is all the more thrilling. I reach back for him, grabbing onto his firm, sculpted ass as we buck against each other.
“The things you bring out in me, Harrison...” I moan.
“I love that,” he tells me, “I love it when you tell me just what you want.”
“Yeah?” I ask, pulling him deep and holding him there.
“God, yeah,” he says, “There’s nothing that gets me going like that.”
“In that case,” I say, turning my face toward his, “Why don’t you flip me over?”
His eyes blaze with excitement at my frankness. “Gladly,” he growls.
I suck in a quick breath as Harrison digs his fingers into my hips and rolls me onto my stomach, swinging a leg over the rise of my ass and kneeling over me once more. He runs his hands down along my back, as I raise myself up onto my hands and knees. I glance back over my shoulder, taking in the sight of him poised against me. I shake my curls across my back, my shoulder blades standing tall.
“Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are right now?” he asks me.
“Why don’t you show me?” I reply.
My head falls back against my shoulders as Harrison presses himself into me. He drives up into my core, so deeply that I could swear he’d go right through me in another moment. I’ve always been so vanilla when it comes to sex that it feels incredibly daring, having him take me like this. But there’s something about Harrison Davies that levels all my anxieties and hang-ups. With him, I know exactly what I want. And what I want right now is to feel him just like this.
I lower myself down onto my forearms and let a surprised cry escape my throat as Harrison drives even deeper into me. I’ve never felt so much of him, it’s almost overwhelming. But I meet his every pass, pressing back into him as he moves deeper into me, slowly and deliberately as ever.
We begin to pick up speed as I lose myself in the moment. I don’t even notice as he lowers his hand to my sex. But as soon as his fingers find my clit once more, I’m done for. He rolls the tender area between his fingers as we move wildly against each other, the full length of him barreling into the deepest places within me.
“I’m right there,” he growls, “I’m so close, Siena...”
“I want to come with you,” I gasp, “Please—”
My wish is his command. As Harrison rears back, he traces a firm, perfect loop against my clit. He thrusts up into me, his member colliding with that elusive spot inside. I bury my face into the nearest pillow and scream out my bliss as I feel Harrison come deep inside of me, filling me up inch by inch. He steadies himself against me with both hands as we ride our shared high together. A wave of ecstasy pours over us like rain as the moment slowly passes. Spent, Harrison lowers himself down next to me, pulling me into his side.
I don’t know how much time passes before we finally catch our breath. Slowly, I roll myself over to face him, trailing my fingers along his muscled, tattooed arms. I wish I could fall asleep beside him once again, but it just won’t do tonight. The Moscow Grand Prix is tomorrow, and we’ve both got to be up early to greet the day.
“Tell me what our game plan is,” Harrison says, meeting my gaze.
“Give me a couple of days to get a story together,” I tell him. “I’m going to be speaking to the press soon to give them the news about Dad. We’ll sneak our story in along with it. A good old fashioned news dump.”
“Think that’ll work?” Enzo asks.
“Sure,” I tell him, “Nobody’s going to care that we’ve been spending time together when Alfonso Lazio is...” I feel myself getting choked up, and shake my head to dispel my sadness.
“Oh, Baby...” Harrison says, planting a kiss on my forehead, “I’m so sorry...”
“I just don’t even know how to think about it as a fact yet,” I tell him, “I just wish he’d told us. I wish we could have made a decision as a family, you know?”
“He was just trying to protect you. Like you were trying to protect him by keeping us a secret,” Harrison points out.
“Like father like daughter?” I suggest.
“Precisely,” Harrison says.
“That’s not a bad spin, come to think of it,” I sniff, “We’ve always been private people, after all. I can work with this, PR wise I mean. We might just pull this off, Harrison. We just have to jump on it, before someone beats us to the punch.”
“Agreed,” he says, giving me a swift kiss, “We should get back to our teams. Don’t want anyone worrying.”
We toss our clothes back on and kiss goodbye. I take my leave just before Harrison, skirting through the lobby when the old concierge has his back turned. We’re so close to being through with this blackmail nightmare, I want to be as safe as possible. And once this ridiculous scandal is taken care of, I can concentrate on what’s really important: my father. I need to be there for him right now, with an open heart. I’m so glad that Harrison will be able to stand by me through whatever’s to come next. With him beside me, I might actually be able to face my father’s fate. It won’t be easy, and I know it’s going to hurt like hell, but I’ll have Enzo and Harrison to help me. And in that sense, I’m luckier than most.
Chapter Eight
Race Day
I wake up the next morning feeling invigorated and downright excited. It’s amazing what a good roll in the hay will do for your worldview, I guess. It’s the morning of the Moscow Grand Prix, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I can’t wait to get to the course.
Grow
ing up, F1 races were the highlights of my year—but this season has been so fraught with conflict and indecision. Today is the first time in a long while that I feel something akin to the charge I knew as a younger girl on race day. I feel uninhibited and weightless, ready for whatever the day throws my way. And while I certainly credit Harrison with some of this new energy, I think what’s really got me smiling is the idea of finally, at long last, letting my family in on my little secret. It’ll feel so wonderful to finally be honest with them.
In no time at all, I’m dressed and ready in my race day uniform: tight jeans, leather jacket, black tank. I smile to myself as I appraise my appearance in the mirror. This whole ensemble has me looking every inch Harrison Davies’ girl. What’s that they say about couples coming to look like each other over time? I run a daring red streak of color over my lips and draw up curls up into a high ponytail. I feel confident, sexy, and unafraid of anything. It’s time to stop cowering from life, time to start living at top speed.
It isn’t until I’m standing in front of the mirror, grinning at my own reflection, that my memory starts up like a kick drum. I feel the breath catch in my throat as I cast back beyond my wonderful night with Harrison, back to my father’s hotel room. Sudden tears surprise me as the dark truth of our circumstance settles in around me. Part of me was hoping that Dad’s news would disappear overnight, that I would wake up this morning and realize I’d dreamed it all up. But no such grace arrives to save me. My dad, Alfonso Lazio, F1 champion and legend in his time, is dying.
I sink down onto the floor, overcome with warring emotions. How can I be so heartbroken for my father and so elated at the prospect of my future with Harrison all at the same time? Thank God I don’t have to give any press conferences on either subject today. I still need time to make sense of all this. I need to find some way to wrangle the chaotic, conflicting elements of my life and bring them all into harmony with one another.
Right. Easy as pie, then.
“Siena?” I hear Bex call from beyond my door.
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