Page 115 of Red Flag
I didn’t realise how heavy it had been on my shoulders, but with this confirmation, I felt like my airways were clear, like the emotional turmoil was gone and I could finally sleep.
Nazminpinged over her press release forCiclatiand I sent her the one forCiclatiSport and Nix.
She called me, and we discussed the best strategy to use as well as the answers Nix andLucashould give when askedabout it.
Lucawould be devastated. His team had a hand in his cousin’s condition.
When I asked her about the helmets for the race next week, she only told me they were being handled.
Nix walked into the room while I was trying to callLucafor the fourth time. He was so level-headed, so mature but this was enough to throw anyone off balance.
Nix was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed when he cleared his throat, drawing our attention. He had a soft smile on his face as he looked me over.
“You reading it?” he asked.
“For the second time,” I said, closing the lid of my laptop and sitting up. “Your name is mentioned a total of three times. Once, for saying you were part of the collision. Second, detailing the impact it had on you, throwing you off your bike and, third, reaffirming it was not your fault.”
“Yeah,Crisjust said so on the phone. They’re doing a press release of it next weekend at the Austrian race.”
“Contract looks good,” Ben said, passing me back the tablet he had read it on.
“We’ll need to get them to sign it sooner rather than later,” I told Nix, going to his side. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “They catch wind of this before and they might still publish.”
He nodded and bent to kiss me on the head. “I’ve got my manager on it. Told him I wanted it sorted today. But everything is going in the right direction.”
“Everything is going in the right direction,” I agreed.
“So, like I said, let’s try to enjoy ourselves,” he said and rested his chin on my head.
Ben dismissed himself.
We probably didn’t have long until my mum and her boyfriend got home, so I made quick work of his belt, getting to my knees.
When I was with Nix, it was just the two of us.
Problems were outside of our bubble.
And I needed our bubble so badly.
He closed the door as I pulled out his cock and he laughed when he saw the absence of the poster. “I’ve already seen it, Livid. Not sure if you realised, but I helped you—fuck,” he swore, head thrown back, as I took him in my mouth, no messing around, down to the hilt. “I helped you pack up your whole flat. I’ve seen the majority of your possessions. Did you see the certain one I packed?” There was the mischievous smirk I loved.
I gave him one long lick up his shaft. “I was pleasantly surprised.” I licked my hand before holding his length and running my grip up and down, teasing the slit of his cock with my tongue. “And grateful you picked the quietest one.”
I nodded in the direction of the bedside table before giving one long suck.
His hands tangled in my hair as he grunted, softly guiding me up and down his length.
“That’s such a good girl,” he cooed. “Taking me all the way. You’re perfect.”
But, again, I sensed that distance. That distraction.
I was going to take it all away.
His focus would only be on me.
So I completely slowed. Normally, we had our roles. He was in control, but today… he needed me to be. For the moment.
Instead of taking him, I ran the tip of my tongue up hisunderside, so lightly, in the hopes it would tickle. Torment. Tease. Like he did me.
