Page 85 of Crash Course Omega
I feel like a cat that has fallen into a lake and has to wait for someone to rescue me. And Maddock won’t be the one to help.
“It’s been a long morning,” I croak. I’ve barely spoken to anyone because my throat is raw from moaning. I didn’t even know that was possible.
“How's the car?” he asks without a glance at his vehicle. His gaze is completely fixed on Harmony, and I can tell what he’s thinking.
She said she was Maddock’s scent match, but Maddock doesn’t know about all of us.
From the way he talked to me last time, he’ll most likely explode when he finds out. But all he does is stand right where Harmony’s knees anchored her on my cock and watch the way she talks and laughs with the rest of the film crew.
I clear my throat. “It should be ready to go in an hour. We need to run through the last tests and then I’ll clear the car for start up,” I reply, my voice monotone like a robot.
But he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t even see the way Jaxx looks at us both. His grin deepens, and he smirks at Maddock’s expression.
I really don’t want Jaxx to come over and start a conversation. I feel awkward enough as it is.
Maddock bends over the car, pretending to be interested even though his gaze is still on Harmony.
Until he freezes, and takes in a deep breath, and a low growl rumbles from him.
I don’t think my eyebrows can get any higher, but up they go as Maddock slowly rises and looks at me with quiet anger.
“Why does my car smell like this?” he asks, venom lacing his voice.
I freeze, my gaze jumping over the car. I cleaned it at least two times so there was no trace of her. There shouldn’t be anything left. I even ran my nose over it to make sure.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I reply flatly. “I can’t smell anything.”
If Maddock finds out about us now, the races could be ruined for the entire weekend. We have two more left, and all we need is 36 points for Maddock to win.
I’ve already betrayed him in one way. If I tell him and he loses the race, that will be like betraying him all over again.
Maddock presses himself against the car, running his nose over the edge. He slides back and forth, almost rubbing his body against the car the same way Harmony had rubbed her breasts on my chest.
He keeps sniffing deeply, and I swear at one point I even hear him moan. And all I can do is stand here and stare at him and try to work out what’s going on.
There are too many people in the garage, and I don’t want to draw attention by asking him to stop. The only two people who have noticed are Jaxx, who looks elated at whatever weirdness ishappening before me, and Harmony, whose cheeks flush bright red as she watches.
Is there anything else I can do to stop him? From any other position, it looks like he’s rubbing his crotch against the cockpit.
I didn’t think I would ever have to physically remove a driver from the outside of his car because he was getting turned on and spreading too many pheromones. Some drivers love their cars, but not like this. Or at least not in front of people.
I repeatedly end up in awkward situations like these, and all I really want is to focus on my work.
Maddock suddenly shoots up as if he’s been struck by lightning.
“Everest,” he hisses, coming in close enough that I actually flinch. “Are you lying to me?”
I turn my head away from him, unable to avoid him.
“Tell me why the inside of my car smells of Harmony’s slick?” His voice is so quiet that only I can hear him.
I only cleaned the outside because I couldn't imagine her slick landing all the way in there. I’d been too overwhelmed by the entire experience to tell when I was cleaning if what I scented was slick or part of the afterglow.
I look to Jaxx for help, but he’s leaning back and enjoying himself.
“Everest!” Maddock raises his voice, heads turn, and my hand shoots out, grabbing his arm, squeezing hard.
“Please don’t be so loud,” I whisper, glancing around to see who noticed.
