Page 89 of Crash Course Omega
His tongue darts across his lips, and I can already taste him. But he won’t lower that last inch, so I grab the collar of his lycra vest, tugging at him, making him come to me.
He gasps as he tips forward, but there’s no avoiding me as I capture his lips, pulling him into a kiss.
He freezes under me as I moan, and I love how quickly he catches himself.
In moments, I’ve spread my legs on the stool, and he’s slotted himself between them.
His pheromones wrap around me, and I scent mark him, trapping him between my thighs as I roll my hips, and perfume rises from me.
It feels so right to kiss him again, and I soften for him as he takes the lead.
His tongue sweeps mine, and my whole body vibrates with pleasure as I cling to him.
He could take me right here, and I wouldn't stop him.
But he eases back from me, panting, his cheeks pink as he keeps clinging to me.
I love how heavy his gaze is when it’s filled with lust. I want him to launch himself at me as he's taken over by his desire.
But I break into a grin as he awkwardly pats me on the head, though his hand is still trembling.
“As long as you’re okay,” he says stiffly.
I lean forward, rubbing my ear against his chest as I hug him tightly.
“And you need to be okay as well. I’ll make sure not to choose those scenes if you ever want to help me practice again.”
“I just didn’t think it would feel so real,” he murmurs.
“I’m really good at this, Everest. There’s a reason I’ve won so many awards. I worked as hard at acting as I did with racing.”
“Are you really okay?” he asks, easing me back so he can look at me.
“You know what would make me feel better?” I say with a purr, tugging at his shirt again.
I love that he looks surprised whenever I do something like this, and I hope he will keep doing it. As I pull him back to my lips, I know for sure I want Everest to stay in my life.
Harmony
“Okay, that’s perfect! Harmony, just one more shot along the car and then we’ll get you behind the wheel!”
I try not to glower at the photographers, but their boss really doesn’t get it.
The model car covered with movie sponsor logos is set up in the garage, slotted in between Maddock and Jaxx’s.
We'd left the pink car back in Texas, so I’m driving a different but equally pink car created by the Grace team's engineers.
They want shots of the three of us together to promote the movie and show that the Grace team fully endorses it, but all it does is make almost everyone in the garage pissed off at us.
I thought I’d earned some respect from them by driving in Texas with Jaxx, but it’s all being washed away. I’ve become the actress with the pretty pink car again, as the photographer makes me unzip my suit, stretch out along the car, hang myself off of Jaxx and Maddock, and generally try to make the entire thing as sexy as possible.
Which it is. One hundred percent. Because Maddock and Jaxx are fully suited up, running their hands over me for the shoot, and I’m close to kneeing Jaxx in the balls because he won’t stop whispering in my ear. Probably half to annoy Maddock, half to wind me up.
“I’m still thinking about when you got out of that car the last time,” he murmurs. “Maybe we need to check your pussy again to see how you’re feeling. I’m sure Everest would like another look as well.”
Maddock lets out a low growl, but it looks like he hasn’t heard him. Maddock wraps his arms around my waist to help me up onto the nose of the car so I can ride it like a 1950s pin-up model.
“Can you both stop handling me like a piece of meat? If we don’t get this shoot over with, we're never going to get the car out of the garage. And Everest is getting stressed.”
