He pecks me on the forehead then slips out the door.
I fall back against his pillow and sigh, then tuck myself into his blanket, bringing it tight up under my chin. All of his bedding smells like him, and I’m so exhausted from the cold, the rain, the accident, and the best orgasms I’ve had in six years that I fall asleep within moments.
Fourteen
Cole
Not even Stanley Fuckface Ballentine can knock me off my cloud today.
I’ve given my girl multiple orgasms. The first two in my room in the motorhome yesterday. She rode my face in her hotel room last night and passed out before her head even hit the pillow. And this morning, there was an incident involving my fingers inside her pants in the company car that would only be described by HR as exceedingly inappropriate.
“You’re pathetic, man,” Dante shoves me in the shoulder as we walk to the garage to start the race today. The team worked all night to rebuild my car, and we’re good to go.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, you’d be smiling, too,” I keep grinning as we head into the garage.
“Yeah, that’s never happening.”
Liam hands me my helmet in the back of the garage, and I give Dante some more shit before I check my helmet. It takes me a minute, but then I find it hidden inside the Imperium logo, which fades into an American flag, EW.
I’m not putting it on yet today, though.
“Engineer Emily Walker,” I call through the garage. Emily’s head spins from her stool in front of her computer station, and she turns bright red. “Ms. Walker, I have a question about my tires,” I bellow and try to keep a straight face.
Liam snorts and leaves me alone to my antics.
“What are you doing?” Emily shushes me, and I pull her into me and kiss her like today’s our last day on earth.
“Okay, that’s out of the way now." I pull my helmet on and start strapping it down, all the while staring at her expectantly.
“You’re ridiculous,” she smirks.
I roll my hand that she should get on with it.
“Good luck, have fun, go fast…come back to me.”
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,
baby,” I wink at her.
She pulls my head down and kisses my helmet where my mouth is hidden behind it. Hell, I like that a lot.
I walk to my car to get in and see that fucking Stan is harassing Liam. He’s got a beer in his hand, which he can’t even have in here, and Liam’s trying to get him out the door. I’ve had enough of this guy’s shit. He doesn’t get to infect and ruin things again, anymore.
No more.
It’s a new goddamn day.
“Get the fuck out, or I’ll put you out, old man.” I bark at him through my helmet.
Liam puts his hands between us even though I’m perfectly in control.
“I’ll deal with it,” he tells me.
“Don’t you talk to me like that, boy” Stan slurs his words and staggers.
“Call security,” I look at Liam and zip up my race suit.
“Security? You can’t call security on me! They know who I am.”