And me? I’ll be left in the dirt, never able to surface or make something of myself.
Sure, I have money and fame, but I see now those things don’t matter anymore.
Monterey does.
And that goal I need to reach.
My life has a purpose beyond the tracks.
“Fuck me, baby.” I’m done playing nice. I’m done making love to this beautiful woman that will one day leave me. Instead I take out the anger I feel knowing that one day she’ll be gone. “Fuck, Monterey.”
She moans louder now, and I speed up, slamming my hardness deep inside her.
My gentle touch turns a bit rougher, and I cry out that I’m about to come.
Monterey whispers, “Come back to me,” but I'm no longer here with her. Instead I’m off, my mind only feeling the sensations all around me. I focus on the way her pussy grips my dick like a glove.
I focus on the way she runs her fingernails across my skin, digging them into the flesh of my ass. Fuck this girl. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
I stab her more and more with my hard cock, knowing full well this will one day come to an end.
“I’m coming, Dylan, ahh,” she cries out.
I follow her, my release a mirror of hers. I squeeze my eyes shut, holding onto her as tightly as I can. “I… I… ” but the words I love you never come out of my mouth.
But I’m feeling it. Fuck, I’m feeling it
Chapter 32
Monterey
It’s been a busy past few weeks. The meeting for Danger to meet with the PR firm is set for the morning of the last race. My father was able to cancel the exposé with the LA Sun, and I’m sure Mr. Moore isn’t too happy about that fact. I can’t believe we’re almost done. I can’t believe we’re pulling off this fake relationship for the media. Although, I have to say it doesn’t feel fake anymore. Danger and I have spent pretty much every moment together, and every night in each other's arms. There’s nothing more I want than to be his, but something’s holding him back and I wish I could get to the bottom of what that something is.
I’ve tried to talk to him about his past, but every time I do, he clams up, going cold and distant. There’s really only one person who can help me, and when I spot the reporter on the sidelines of the entrance to the racing arena, I move over to him.
“Hi again, Mr. Moore,” I say, shaking his hand.
He grabs his pack of cigarettes. “Call me, Ricky, please.” He offers me a cigarette. “Want one?”
I shake my head. “No thank you. I actually wanted to talk to you about Danger.” I smile, hoping he will open up to me.
“Pillow talk doesn't include his past, huh?”
I crack a grin. “No, not actually.”
He lights his cigarette, taking a drag before he opens his mouth to speak. “Ask yourself, why doesn’t Danger want to do an interview with me?”
I stare at him. “Well, he’s stressed out.” I bite my lower lip, not wanting to mention that our engagement is all a sham and that’s the reason we’re cancelling.
“I don’t think that’s it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
He drops his cigarette, stubbing it out with his Converse shoe. “Tell me this. What’s a girl like you doing with a man like him?”
I’m shocked he could even ask that kind of question. “Danger’s a good man. Sure, he’s got a past. A past that maybe people don’t believe he’s serious about me, but he is. We’re getting married,” I’m rambling, but I can’t stop. “You don’t know Danger like you think you do. You only know his past. I know his present.”
He laughs. “But, do you know his future? You should ask him about Isabella.”
“Isa-who?” My mind is flooded with thoughts of another woman.
The man laughs again. “You don’t know everything you think you do. That Danger is searching for Isabella.”
I shove the thought away. “No he isn’t.”
The man shrugs, pulling out another cigarette. “Ask yourself why he’s making special meetings with the Donavans.” He lights his cigarette. “He has contacted them, right?”
“How do you know all of this?”
He chuckles, puffing out smoke all around him. “I know a lot more than you think I do.”
“How?”
“Because I went to the source himself. The man who has a story to tell.”
“Who?”
He’s so arrogant which makes me a bit angry. “Just ask Danger about Isabella.” And then he walks away in a plume of smoke, leaving me frustrated as hell.
Who’s Isabella?
Another stupid dinner, for another race won by Danger and my mood is shit. I hate to say it but it really is. I hate how I feel right now.
After speaking with Ricky, I went straight up to the room and didn’t even attend today’s race. I know petty, but I can’t help it.