Page 58 of Refuel

“I want to fuck you every day. Every night, I want to make love to you and be with you forever, Arianna Pierce,” I announced as I stared into her eyes. I saw a pool of tears fall down her cheek. I kissed each tear.

“I want you too,” Ari answered.

“You’re so wet, baby.” I met her gaze.

I bent down and bit her nipple. She sucked in a breath as my tongue flicked across each nipple. I thrust as echoes of our moans settled in the room. I didn’t hear her dogs barking so she must have put them in another room before waking me up.

“Yessss! Fuck me, please,” Ari screamed as she dug her nails in my back.

I could tell her orgasm was coming at full speed, and I gripped her waist with both hands. I’d apologize later if I left her sore.

“Oh shit! Arianna, come for me, baby,” I growled.

A few minutes later, she screamed, shaking in my arms as I continued stroking her through the orgasm. I was out of breath but slowly pumped in and out, feeling my release leave my body. I was exhausted and ready to go back to sleep. I rolled over, trying to catch my breath.

“Damn,” I muttered.

“Damn,” Arianna said, and we both chuckled.

I reached down and palmed her stomach and rubbed up and down.

“We didn’t use protection, Kamden,” Arianna mentioned.

“I know, but I always get tested. I can you show on my phone,” I stated.

“I have my papers in my nightstand. I’m clean,” Ari answered.

“I trust you,” I said, kissing her chin. “We both need to get dressed,” I commented.

“Ughh, I know. I have a few calls, and then I was planning to visit my mom,” Ari said, getting out of bed and walking to her bathroom. I stood naked and stretched, checking my phone to see a message from Colton asking that I get a practice in today before the event.

Colton: You have the track if you need to practice.

Me: Cool, I’ll be over soon!

Colton: Gotcha.

I heard the shower running, and I put my phone back down and turned the TV on right as network news Daily Morning Show posted a scrolling screen of us at the mall yesterday. I turned up the volume a little to hear.

“We have superstar racer Kash Coleman trying to break up a fight,” Linda Aliza stated.

“Can you believe it, Linda? This time, he’s breaking up a fight and not in one,” Paul Landstone replied.

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

“We see two women, one is speculated to be Arianna Pierce, the daughter of Eddison and Chavonne Pierce and cousin to the owner of Pierce Motors, a billion-dollar franchise,” Linda mentioned.

“According to his publicist, it was a misunderstanding by a fan,” Paul said.

“Doesn’t look like a fan interaction to me. How many times have we seen him with different women every other day?” Linda implied, chuckling. I squeezed the remote when I heard Arianna call out for me to join her.

“We hope he’s trying to get his life on track. He just won the race a few days ago, and a bigger one is coming up. We’ll continue to watch to see how this story ends,” Paul said.

I turned the TV off and walked into the bathroom, shaking my head. The shower door was open, so I stepped inside and walked up behind Arianna, kissing the back of her neck.

“I’m sore, Kamden. Move, you’re not slick. You can wait for round two tonight,” Arianna whined.

I laughed at her response and lifted my hands in surrender.

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