Page 12 of Driving Wild

I’ve got some ideas, but I may just save them for the track this weekend. (Winking emoji)

Tinley:

I can’t wait to see what you come up with.

Putting my phone on the bed, I finish getting ready. I only have one more workday before we head to the racetrack for our first official event as a couple.

Boarding the Mac Motorsports plane the following morning is tense, at least for me it is. I avoided Matt most of yesterday, but I know that’s going to be a lost cause now that we’re meant to be playing the part of a loving couple. Only our close friends and management know the truth, so the next three days in Miami are going to be interesting.

“Grace!” I hear Tinley shout as I make my way to her.

“Hey, Tin. Hey, Ryan. Fancy seeing you here,” I say, trying to make light of this entire situation.

“Hey, Grace, how are you?” Ryan asks.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

“Hello, wife,” Matt says with that slow Southern drawl, pinning my back to his front as he slowly moves his hands down my waist, directing me to our seats across the aisle from Tinley and Ryan.

Turning to face Matt, I see the slight smirk on his face. He knows that I’ve been avoiding him, and this weekend is going to be a game of cat and mouse.

Slowly, I look up at him, running my hand up his hard planes and around his neck. I pull him close so that only he can hear. To anyone looking on, you’d think we’re getting ready to kiss, but what I want to do is chop his beautiful dick right off for what he did to me the other night.

“Hello, dear husband. Is that right hand sore today? Do you need more Vaseline? Because from the way you left me the other night, you’ll be needing lots of it for a while. I hope you have a great memory,” I say before kissing him so hard that a moan comes from his mouth, and he’s hard within an instant. I pull away and make sure to wipe the red lipstick off his beautiful lips and then sit down in my seat for the flight to Miami.

Looking down at Grace, I rearrange myself in front of her, wiping my mouth with my thumb to get the remainder of the dark red off my lips. Well played, wife.

Once I take my seat beside her, I can’t help but smile. If I get to kiss Grace all weekend, I’m damn lucky, and even if they might be a little hate-filled, that was still one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had.

The flight to Miami is quiet with the occasional conversation with Ryan about the race, and the PR team briefs us on what events we have to attend as soon as we land.

When the pilot says we’re landing, I’m so ready to get off this plane. I thought that I’d be the one making Grace uncomfortable on this flight, but it was all her.

Leaning over my lap, she calls out to Tinley. “Tin, want to come over to our hauler when we get to the track? I need some help picking out my attire,” she says, rubbing her tempting breasts over my ever-growing erection.

Pulling her back up and placing her in her seat, I turn to face her. “Red, rub your tits on me again, and I’ll throw you over my lap for the rest of the journey and give you that spanking I know you want so badly.”

It’s one thing to sit beside Grace before we had rings on our fingers, and another to sit with her and want to join the mile-high club the whole ride.

I stand up once the pilot has said we can leave the plane, I hold my hand out. “Time to go, wife.”

“Thank you, husband,” she says with a smirk.

Following Ryan and Tinley out to our waiting car, I keep Grace close to me. The media may not be at the airport, but I want her to know that I will protect her from the storm that’s coming.

“I saw the list of events for the weekend. Do they normally have you going from start to finish each day? Seems like a lot. Do you have any downtime to get ready for the race?” Grace finally asks once we’re in the car and headed toward the track.

“Yes, it’s not as bad as it looks on paper. Insignificant things here and there, and you don’t have to worry, you only need to be at the major stuff. You can spend time together with Tinley in the trailers until that time.”

The ride from the airport to the track is quiet; the closer we get the more Grace shuts down on me. I knew that this might be overwhelming for her, but I wasn’t expecting her to pull away. She’s from this world but I guess being the one in charge is different from being the one front and center.

“Hey, Red.” I put my hand on her now bouncing knee to try to ease her fears of being in front of the upcoming crowds. “Look at me, Grace.” Slowly she turns to face me, and her eyes are so wide. My confident wife looks like a deer ready to run at the first sound of a gunshot.

Not knowing what to say that’ll make her feel more relaxed, I do the one thing that I’ve wanted to do for days. But I’ve kept my distance so we didn’t cross a line that I don’t want to cross with her, because I want her to want it as much as I do.

Cupping her face in my hands, I slowly bring my lips to hers. Those beautiful plump lips that I've been wanting for so long. I push my tongue against her mouth, hoping she’ll open for me, and she does, slowly. Finally, she relaxes, melting into the kiss. Tasting her, I can’t help but want to deepen our kiss as we head toward my hauler. With the blacked-out windows in our car, spectators can’t see us, so I don’t have to worry about pictures. Gently pulling back from our kiss, I whisper, “Are you okay?” I want to check on her before we get out of the car.

Quietly, she replies, “Yeah, I think so, just a little overwhelmed with the situation that I’ve put us in. I guess it's finally hitting me.”

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