Page 50 of Wrecking Boundaries

I breathe in and thrust. Sarah’s gasp moves through her body and into mine. The sound stirs me further, and I drive a second and third time.

Her fingers grip my shoulders, and her nails dig in.

Our eyes meet again, so I pull her down for a kiss and keepup the desperate movements. I won’t last long, not in this position or with the urgency pulsing through my body.

She mews against my lips, and I swallow the sound. I grasp her hips and squeeze, forcing her body to take every last inch of me as I roar, slamming her down on me one last time.

My heart thunders, and I can’t decide whether it or our hurried breathing is louder. The room’s chill hits, and I notice my damp skin.

My breathing slows, and I let myself enjoy her weight on me. “I didn’t plan that,” I say, feeling a strange need to defend myself. My dick softens, and I leave her body.

She pinches my chin, and her dark eyes bore into me. She studies me, slowly moving from feature to feature, and I let her. “It will all be over soon,” Sarah says with such confidence that I wonder if my recent action has done more to earn her faith than all my other efforts during the past several weeks.

She knew what spurred me on without me telling her, or maybe that’s her anxieties speaking.

I stroke along the edge of her jaw, and for once, I can’t get any words out, so I kiss her instead.

∞∞∞

We lay across the bed, facing each other. We’re still in the same attire—or lack thereof, in my case.

“I spoke to Bert, like you suggested,” I say.

I stroke her hip and side, letting my hands wander and explore.

“It’s folding,” she guesses. “You’d have told me straight out if that wasn’t true.”

“He’s not giving up, but that’s because he isn’t ready toadmit it. You have to admire the old man for that. He doesn’t want to quit, and I can respect that.”

She glances down at my naked body and then up at me. “Once it happens, you can go free agent or try to form your own team. That’s what you’re after.”

“You already know that’s what I want. Well, most of what I want.” I wink at her.

Sarah strokes my side, mimicking my movements. Her touches are light enough to tickle. I don’t ask her to stop.

“You’ll need investors. Have you done the go-cart charity before? Sign up. There are big names there, including from the rich and curious.”

“That sounds like the name of a reality show. The go-carts require a partner,” I say, hoping she’ll pick up the hint.

“I usually do it with Julian,” she says, picking up the hint and lobbing it back at me. “We’ve done it together the last two years. I’ll also find some social event invites.”

Dread fills me at the idea. “Thank you.”

I’ve done plenty of business work for sponsors and NASCAR. Big society events? Not so much.

“When does the food get here?” she asks, closing her eyes.

“Soon. Don’t get dressed when it does. I’ll answer the door.”

Her eyes open, and trust radiates. I swallow, once again unsure of what to say next.

Sarah still refuses to tell me the driver’s name. His actions wrecked her ability to trust me and almost permanently destroyed our relationship. If I didn’t find her on the side of the road, we may not be together now.

I started as a sixteen-year-old kid, excited for my future while filled with guilt over my dad. The years after were the most difficult of my life. Losing my father was painful enough;then life grew even more miserable.

Now, years later, there’s nothing but possibility.

“What are you thinking?” she asks me.

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