And fuck was it hot when she enjoyed the ass play, her ass cheeks bright red and plump looking.
I groan, my dick growing at the memories as I remember how amazing it felt to be balls deep inside her.
This is wrong. So wrong.
She’s the daughter of one of my biggest sponsors. Landing this opportunity is one most drivers would kill for, and here I am, fucking her like she’s mine to take.
It can’t happen again.
No matter how badly I want to see that satisfied look I left her with again.
She hates race car drivers, and I hate snarky women in a world where they don’t belong.
And I just stuck my dick exactly where it didn’tfuckingbelong.
* * *
A blond modelhangs on each arm as we walk together through the crowded club. The security guard leads us to a top VIP room, a private area in the back with our own bar and dance floor.
Axel and a few other guys are already there waiting for us, the drinks flowing around the table.
“There he is! The man of the night!” Axel cheers, and I laugh, shaking my head. I shrug the girls off me, and they turn to the bar. I don’t even know their names. Fuck if I care.
“Whoa, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I joke. Axel hands me a beer, and I take a long pull. “To racing.” I hold my bottle up, and everyone cheers. “And togood opportunities.” We all take a drink, and I take a seat next to Axel and Derek.
We shoot the shit for a while, giving thelowdownon what’s going on in the motorsports world.
“How does it feel to be sponsored by one of the biggest companies in the racing world?” Derek throws question after question at me, and I throw a french fry at him.
“Too many questions, man. But I will say it feels fucking amazing. Surreal, almost.” I down more of my beer.
“I bet. I’d jump at the chance. Hell, I’d jump for any sponsors.” Dylan laughs. “Did you hear Colton’s jumping in for some races soon? He’s back from traveling, I heard.”
“Really?Good,we need a boost,” Axel says.
The three of us talk for a while with the other guys at the table. I don’t notice where the girls are until after a few beers, but I find them both at the bar, nursing watered-down cocktails.
Time to get this party started.
I take their hands and lead them onto the dance floor. I’m not much for dancing, but witha nice buzzand somegood music, I’m down.
We dance and drink the night away, getting more sloppy and rowdy as the night wears on. When the club closes, and they kick us out, I stumble out of the bar, both girls rubbing their hands all over me.
Usually, I wouldn’t care. Hell, most times I get into it, and sometimes I bring them home for some fun. But not tonight.
Tonight, I reach into my pocket for my phone and call them a cab, both of them pouting and whining at me to change my mind.
But I don’t.
I may be horny as hell, but there’s only one woman I want. The exact one Idon’twant.
My cab pulls up when something flashes in the corner of my eye. I look around and spot him right across the street, camera in hand, shooting away.
Paparazzi. Perfect.
* * *
“Hey,Luca. Can we talk for a second?” Jim finds me gearing up in the pits early Monday morning as I get ready to run some test laps.