Page 132 of Red Flag
But I’d saved his career.
Frank won the fifteenth race due to Nix’s absence and then the sixteenth when he didn’t attend that one either.
Nix’s win was slipping.
We only hadsixraces left of the season.
So when Nix came back for the race in Hungary, I hadn’t seen him for nearly three weeks.
He had to remain focused on the races, not any media drama. That was what I told myself when I saw him. I couldn’t tell him what I’d done.
The Friday night before qualifying, he knocked on my door looking sheepish as he held his hands behind his back, trying to stifle a smile.
I didn’t bother. “Nix!”
“Yeah,Livie,” he said, glancing to his right. Dickson was talking to one of the hotel staff in the corridor. “You wanted to talk about that sponsorship for next year?”
“Yeah,” I said, standing back and gesturing for him to come in. I nodded at Dickson in greeting as Nix stepped through the threshold. “It’s going to be, er, a day next week where—”
I didn’t finish my sentence because Nix had his hands cupping my face and was leaning his forehead against mine. “Fuck, I missed you. I never want to be apart for so long again.” He pressed me up against the wall, his mouth brushing mine before the door clicked closed. I shuffled against the wall towards the door, one hand in his hair, the other shoving against the lock, trying to get it to turn.
“I need to ask you something before I kiss you,” he said. “Before I get carried away.” I nodded, nose touching his. My other hand was on the hard bulge under his shorts because I was already carried away. “I know we said we weren’t moving in together, that that isn’t why I bought the apartment. But do it. Officially. Move in with me.”
He pulled back as my hands froze.
“Move to France with me,” he begged. “We’ll tell everyonewe’re together at the end of the season.”
Lost for words, without a thought for my job or what that would entail, I nodded again.
His breath of relief was minty on my face. As if he’d been chewing gum, a habit he had when he was nervous.
“I’ll be able to touch you in public,” he whispered in my mouth. “I’ll be able to kiss you, put my arm around you. Everyone will know you’re mine, Livid.”
It didn’t matter what people thought. I already was his. In every way possible.
He turned the lock and tangled my tongue up in his, pulling my shirt out of my jeans, impatient with the buttons before ripping it off, buttons pinging around us. I lifted his top and he gifted me the second it took to pull it over his head before he crushed me with his body and his mouth was back on mine, breaths deep as he unzipped my jeans. “Need you,” he muttered. “Need you.”
I kicked them off and leaned against the door. He grabbed my ass and said gruffly, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Haven’t stopped missing you.”
He pulled my knickers down and crouched in front of me, pressing his tongue to my pussy and moaning deep in his throat. He grabbed my hips, to hold me in place as his tongue flicked against my clit. “Quiet,” he said into my lips before lapping me up again.
He stood and thrust his fingers into me. I bit down on my bottom lip so hard, I was surprised I couldn’t taste blood.
“I have so many plans for us,Livie,” he said, placing his palm over my mouth so I didn’t have to focus on the noises coming out of them. “Your birthday, the weeks we have off, America… but, first, I’m going to fuck you against this door with another rider on the other side of it.” He pulled out his fingers — I whimpered at the loss — and turned me to face the door. He pressed his smooth cock between my legs, sliding it back and forth, just hitting my clit at this angle. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take it silently.” He leaned forward, his cock pressing into me slightly. “I know how hard that can be for you.”
His thrust forced my hand to bang into the door.
“Don’t tell me I’m going to need the cuffs, Livid,” he threatened. I shook my head. “That’s it,” he said. “Fuck, you feel like home.”
I crumbled, thrilled that he could phrase my own thoughts. With all the travelling we did, it wasn’t the apartment in London, it was him. There was no relief like him filling me.
“Put force against the door,” he demanded and I did as he reached to play with my clit. “Damn,Livie,damn.”
He fucked and played me, making me come, biting down on his finger. By his voice encouraging me through it, you couldn’t tell how much it hurt him, but it had to.
“Even just seeing your body take my cock like this, feeling the vibration of your moans against my hand, I could come,” he growled in my ear. “When we live together, I’m filling this greedy pussy with my cum morning, noon and night. Right where it belongs.”
I was nodding frantically and pulled on his hand toreanglehis fingers so I was sucking on two of them.
