Driver's Obsession: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 196)

by Flora Ferrari

  A familiar voice with an edge to it, and a hand under my arm brings me closer to her, but not quite.

  “What the fuck was that all about!?”

  Her dad, Mike, my best friend and now senior team mechanic is spinning me around to face him.

  Security and the pit crew move to close the garage doors to stop people from flooding in but my biggest problem is still not being able to see Penny.

  Mike looks like the rest of the crew, relieved, victorious but mad as hell.

  The sound of Penny’s voice cutting through the chaos cancels out everything.

  Wrenching my arm free from her dad, I spin to see her trying to catch my attention from across the garage, her eyes wide and her arms outstretched.

  I push my way past everyone and everything else, only wanting to hold her again, which I am in seconds flat.

  “I thought… I was so…” she starts to say, but turning as I hold her closer, I only want to do one thing, which I do and the whole garage falls silent as I kiss her luscious lips.

  Somebody gasps, then murmurs, until finally a familiar voice cuts through the silence and I lift my head from Penny.

  Mike’s eyes are on me. Narrow, burning slits as a short, puffy hand claps his shoulder from behind, steadying its owner. Team owner, Buford Billings.

  “Now that’s what I call a victory kiss! Why all the long faces? We just won the damned race people, let’s look alive!” he booms across the garage, and with the help of his grandson, the team manager, the gathered crowd slowly joins him in what feels like a strained, almost nervous celebration.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Penny

  I’m not gonna lose sight of Steve again, the last lap of the race, and then his crash over the finish line destroys any shyness or reserve I have left.

  I don’t care what happens next, I only want him and I can see by the look in his eyes when I finally get his attention that he feels the same.

  His kiss is the greatest reward for all my worry. My dad’s eyes are on us, boring into Steve once he’s done kissing me, which is only a taste of what I know he has in store for me.

  I feel a stab of pain for my dad, but I can’t feel guilty and I won’t feel bad for following my heart.

  It’s sad when I feel my dad’s gaze wanting to move to me, but he chooses to turn his back instead, losing himself behind the surging mechanics, pit crew and team members as they all rush forward to finally congratulate and cheer Steve for his victory.

  Even if it’s only because the team’s owner is ordering them to.

  The tradition is to lift the race winner up, but Steve’s letting it be known that his arm is firmly around me and he’s not going to let go. They all settle for hair scuffing for those who can reach, and pats on the back from everyone else.

  There’s a dozen people talking all at once and I can’t make sense of what’s happening, but it doesn’t matter.

  Steve’s firm hand squeezing me and his strong arm around me is all I need right now.

  “He’ll come ‘round,” Steve says calmly and firmly into my ear before kissing it, giving me another squeeze that I can tell is raising a few eyebrows from the females in the group.

  But I know my dad won’t ‘come ‘round.’ I know how hurt he’ll be if he isn’t already, knowing that there was something between me and Steve he either wasn’t told or knew he couldn’t stop.

  He’s just being a dad I guess.

  “C’mon son,” the team manager calls out, using the people in front to lean on until he makes his way to Steve, taking his other arm.

  “Let’s get you out of here. A promise is a promise!”

  I feel Steve moving off with him, a ripple of panic washing over me, but Steve’s grip on me isn’t loosening.

  Wherever he goes, I know I’m going from now on.

  “I got you. Just until I have to go out there, then I’ll come right back, promise,” he reminds me, jutting his chin towards the view of the podium across the track once we head up a level into the private atrium of the team’s garage.

  “Now…” Exclaims the large, squat man who introduces himself as ‘Tex’. “You just gone and cost me one car but I did tell you to win at any cost, pretty much,” he says, a serious look on his face but a twinkle in his eyes as he looks from me to Steve before settling himself down behind a huge desk inside.

  The walls are covered in monitors, with all the race and track coverage, plus the data from the pit crew, plus a whole bunch of other stuff I can only assume is stock markets and whatever else the guy has going on.

  We’re still standing and I can feel Steve craning to catch a glimpse of the podium he’s supposed to be heading for.

  “You’ll get your trophy,” Tex muses, almost to himself before his eyes travel up and down my body.

  Not in a bad way, but in the way a grandparent or parent looks at someone with pride. A sense of achievement.

  “I have to stay on especially seeing as you just wrecked a half million dollars’ worth of car, but there’s other business I have too,” he continues.

  I feel Steve and myself flinching, thinking maybe this is the hello-goodbye, congrats on the new job, you’re fired speech, but the old man surprises us both.

  “I told you I’d reward you if you won, and I will, Steve. I want you and your… assistant here to be my guest on my jet and again at the hotel I was to stay at tonight. But I want you fresh and recovered focused for the next race tomorrow. Y’ hear!” he asks sharply, holding up a pointed finger, but his eyes are still twinkling with delight.

  “Yes sir,” Steve says, his voice low but sincere, his hand finding mine and giving it another squeeze.

  “Good! Now go stand out there for a few minutes, tell the media something positive that doesn’t involve the car and enjoy yourselves,” he says, interrupted by the sound of the team manager behind us.

  “Uh… Sorry Tex, but we have a podium…” he starts to say, but the old man has already brushed us all away with one hand, reaching for a fresh cigar from his box with the other and trying to answer a ringing phone at the same time.

  “Just keep winning, Steve. But no more wrecked cars and all is forgiven!” We all hear him booming after us, fading off into a hacking cough as we’re led across to the podium side, over another covered footbridge above the swarming crowds.

  I don’t mind letting Steve go to take his prize, just for a little while. I’m able to watch from the wings, just a few yards away really, and have to keep motioning at him with my hands to stop looking at me and look at the crowd, the cameras. All the media and new fans he has that are still enthralled by his spectacular finish.

  There’s a million questions, and a ton of people wanting to ask them, but the team manager appoints a spokesman for the event and leads Steve and me straight to a waiting car afterword which he says is taking us to the airport.

  “Boss’s orders,” he reminds us both, and although I have a ton of questions of my own, mostly about my dad, I give myself over to the moment.

  The freedom and thrill of being alone with Steve again, it’s too good to be true but it’s actually happening and I’m not gonna miss my chance at giving myself to him a second time today.

  Not for anything in the world.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Steve

  If there’s such a thing as a day that just gets better by the minute, I’m living it.

  I swear it's Penny. She’s just good fortune and an angel with the body of a goddess all rolled up into one.

  I’m new to the pro racing scene, and although the big man said he’d reward me if I won, I seriously thought he was calling us into his office to fire us all before having us thrown out of his garage.

  But by the looks, he’s a man of his word.

  And so am I.

  The private car is very private, with dark windows and a privacy screen between us and the driver, giving me the perfect opportunity to set to work on pleasing my woman.

  But Penny is still a
little upset about the race, how it ended.

  “You could’ve been killed,” she reminds me, to which I tell her I could be a lot of things all the time, but it doesn’t mean I will be.

  She’s tense up until my hands slide under her shirt to find her silky smooth skin.

  Until my mouth is on hers again, then it doesn’t matter anymore. We could be anywhere but I’m trying to save what I have for her ‘til we’re someplace special.

  Trailers and the back of a car? Not what I had planned. And the private jet the old man was talking about? Hmm… I don’t think I can hold out much longer to wait until we get to a hotel or wherever else.

  And by the way Penny is urgently tugging at my clothes, almost whimpering as she tries to free my cock which is already rock hard. I’d be surprised if we make it to the airport.

  But it’s so easy to get lost in just holding her and the journey settles into just us, feeling her body against mine and exploring her mouth with mine. Kissing her and whispering in her ear about just how beautiful she is, what she does to me.

  “Can you wait until we get to the plane?” I ask her, making her look up thoughtfully as she runs her hand across my aching bulge.

  “I dunno, can you?” She teases me. “I’ve waited my whole life for you Steve; just being here like this now, with you… it means everything,” she tells me truthfully, and I feel more than my crotch swelling as my heart grows so big, so full for her I can only be certain of one thing.

  I haven’t just fallen for her, I love her. I’ll love her ‘til the day I die but I don’t know how I can tell her just like that.

  Not just yet anyway.

  The privacy screen starts to slide down, and I rush to make sure Penny’s covered. Nobody else is gonna see what’s mine. Ever.

  I lean forward, pounding the smoked glass.

  “The fuck, you moron! Who said you could join in? Do I have to come teach you a lesson you prick!” I hear myself snarling, the screen moving straight back up again as the phone in the console chimes.

  The driver apologizes profusely and assures me it won’t happen again, he just wanted to let us know we’re nearly at the helipad, where a chopper will take us to the airport, a twenty minute flight.

  I advise him to stay in his seat once we get there, I don’t want him anywhere near Penny.

  “It’s alright, Steve,” she says, trying to calm me. “He’s just doing his job, trying to help,” she reasons, and I don’t realize how wound up I am, how tense I am until I feel her hands on me.

  I’m breathing hard, panting like a wild animal, and it only makes me more protective of her to think she’d think it's normal for another man to look at her for any reason.

  “You’re mine,” I tell her, slowly calming down by degrees as my fingers trace the outline of her face before working their way down to her neck and chest.

  “Mine,” I remind her, “and nobody gets to see what you’ve got except me.”

  “They never will,” she reassures me, and kisses me with such intensity while gripping my clothes, pulling me so close to her that her strength surprises me before it makes me moan with the need to be inside her.

  Once the car stops at the chopper, I’m pleased that shithead at least has the sense to stay in his seat, and I lift Penny out of the car, carrying her to the helipad.

  She’s never been in a helicopter before, neither have I, but I don’t think either of us even notice.

  Once we land at the airport, there’s a few suits to direct us onto a Lear jet within walking distance, but we’re both only counting the seconds until we can be alone again.

  A bubbly, busty, plastic looking Malibu Barbie type is all smiles at the entrance of the plane, until she sees Penny and then her smile falters making me growl.

  I feel Penny tense at my side and before I have to deal with the same shit in the limo, I nip it in the bud.

  “I’m grateful for your service whoever you are, and thank Mr. Billings for the ride, but I would really appreciate it if we could just be left alone. For the whole flight. Thanks,” I inform her, looming up unintentionally as I try to fit inside the cabin without bending myself right in half.

  Her eyes travel up and down me, then Penny again, her mouth gets this fish-like look and without more than a clipped “As you wish, Mr. Bennet, I’ll let the pilot know to announce our take off and landings…” she leads us through to the passenger area before promptly slamming a door behind us, which I lock.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Penny

  Steve smiles, then shrugs. I should feel bad, awkward; but I don’t.

  A quick hug and kiss from him reminds me I don’t need to worry about other women, maybe just other guys from the looks of things so far.

  The jet, like the car and the corporate tent at the track is over the top opulence and I joke that Steve might have to get used to it.

  “Apart from having you here now, I think I prefer my old team,” he says with a hint of regret. “At least I could breathe and not be scared of breaking something, or driving a car how I like.”

  “But you have me now, and I’m not complaining,” I chime in, not sure if I should take the seat next to or opposite him.

  He plants me firmly in the seat in front of him with a satisfied sound, unbuttoning my blouse just enough for him to see some skin and his feet push mine a little wider apart after he buckles me in.

  “Once we’re in the air…” he cautions me with a grin, and I feel my heart shiver as the jets start to whine as we taxi out onto the tarmac.

  True to his promise, once we’re in the air and my ears pop, I feel Steve’s feet pushing mine wider apart as he unbuckles himself from his seat.

  My ears aren’t all that’s popped.

  Within seconds, his hands are on my thighs, pulling them wider apart. I’m instantly wet for him all over again as he settles himself between my legs.

  “I wanted this to be someplace special, somewhere else. We can wait if you want?” Steve half asks me, a playful smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

  I shake my head dreamily. “I already said anywhere with you is heaven,” and I truly mean it.

  Right in this moment, literally floating in clouds; I can’t think of any place closer to heaven than with Steve’s hands on me.

  The pilot announces something over the intercom about being able to move about the cabin, but I think Steve is already one step ahead of his advice.

  “Now, where were we?” he murmurs, and I remind him by lifting myself from my seat so he can help me out of my jeans so he can move about my cabin more freely.

  His low sounds and warm hands on me, running across every inch of my bare skin he, but slowly this time, makes me shiver with anticipation.

  A yearning, needy sound escapes me and my hands claw out to try and unzip him, but Steve’s focus is on me for now. He takes my hands in his and gently presses them back against the huge leather seat, which he manages to recline as well.

  A part of me wants to take charge, to get what I want, but a bigger part of me wants to be spoiled by what I know Steve wants to take his time doing.

  He wants me as his queen, to pleasure me and spoil me. And something tells me there’ll be time enough to come when I can return the favor.

  His eyes are on mine the whole time, but I can tell he wants to just sit and look at me, something I’ll have to get used to and I’m glad I’ve overcome most of my shyness with Steve.

  I can see the effect I have on him, as much as he does on me.

  After…

  I send him the thought, and remind myself, to hold him, to touch and caress him, to stare at his magnificent body forever.

  For now, we both have a pressing need. He’s finally going to claim me and I’m finally losing more than just my shyness.

  “Tell me again,” he says softly and I shake my head.

  “Tell me!” he demands more firmly, cupping my chest with both his hands and making us both groan with delight.

  “I’
m yours. This is yours,” I remind him, opening my legs wider and hooking my legs around his as he finally pulls his suit down far enough to be mostly naked.

  His rigid manhood is like a beacon, hot against my belly as I pull him on top of me with my legs until he struggles to completely free himself from his racing suit.

  “I don’t think I can wait another second,” he groans.

  My own breathing makes it difficult to speak, until I can feel him pressing his hardness against my tight, moist slick gash.

  “Take me,” I gasp, not wanting to wait another second before I feel him inside me.

  I lift myself a little, holding the seat’s headrest with one hand while he slowly eases himself inside me.

  I quickly press my hands against his chest as he starts to fill me up. But there’s no pain, just some pressure, and my own voice shivering calling his name as he swears, sliding himself all the way into me.

  His huge hands pull me as close as possible, making me gasp in disbelief, registering his organ hitting a new and magical place inside me, which feels like it’s been waiting for him my whole life.

  “Jesus, Penny… I… I love you…” he gasps, and staring into my eyes, I feel him stiffen even more as I start to slowly grind on him, bucking my hips at the same time as we both feel something that’s definitely out of this world together.

  I feel more than just my own arousal welling up inside me, and although I want to wrap myself around Steve, I want to watch his look of complete satisfaction as well, all while I try to tell him how I feel the same.

  “I… I love you too, Steve,” I whimper, picking up my pace as he grips my hips with both hands, ready to give me what I know I need. “Now fuck me, fuck me ‘til I come on your cock and fill me with our babies,” I hear myself moaning, surprising myself, but only drawing a deeper growl from Steve as he obliges me.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Steve

  It’s hard to believe so much can happen in just a single day. I thought the move up to a pro racing team was everything to me, but in reality it’s Penny.