Page 26 of Green Flag
Even if he did wake up, he wouldn’t be the same Alv I idolised.
I felt guilty thinking such a thing.
“Anything,” she said again, on her tiptoes and then she was hugging me and I was hugging her back.
Despite the fact we hadn’t spoken since we last hooked up three months ago, it wasn’t awkward. I didn’t do serious and she knew that.
I thanked her and walked back to my pit box. It wasn’t that I’d slept with a lot of women across StormSprint, in fact I’d tried to avoid it, but I didn’t really have a connection with Hollie. I was pretty sure the feeling was mutual and with the way she looked at me in the corridor, I worried I was a pity fuck more than anything.
Whereas Everly was a surprise, a healthy distraction that could easily lead to obsession. If she ever ground on my knee like that again… I’d wear shorts for the rest of my life, just to get a chance of her skin on mine. It shouldn’t have been hot, but it made me sweat with the urge to sink into her.
She needed me in that moment.
And I needed the distraction that was her.
“I’m so glad you know what you’re talking about,” Arabella, my previous grid girl, laughed as she opened the door to the pit box. If she was here, done with her tours, Everly might be too. I straightened, eyes focused on the door.
“I feel like I should be writing down notes,” she continued.
Everly came in behind her, shut the door and showed me the back of her body that I’d pressed into last night.
Her hair was in looser waves than yesterday. Was that from her curling it, or from my fingers pulling it while she came?
She shrugged as she walked further into the pit box, avoiding looking at me. She didn’t want to notice me. If she gave me no attention and dismissed me, I wouldn’t be surprised. Because I’d fucking come in my damn boxers just to the sound of her moans.
No wonder she didn’t want me to fuck her, she probably didn’t think I’d be up to it. And I might not. Because I’d probably come in 0.2 seconds, knowing I had Everly Bacque in my hands.
Damn it, how had I let that happen? Like a teenage boy. Like I was a little virgin getting too excited when she was fully dressed, showing just her long, glorious, shiny legs and her cleavage and—
No, no, chill out, Luca. You cannot get a boner.
My cock was its own damn entity.
“You know me, raised on the track,” she said to Arabella, still ignoring my sorry existence. “My mum would have inhaled so many fumes, petrol is probably in my DNA. It’s a surprise I haven’t ever stood on the grid before.”
And she’d stand there at my side.
I sunk down into my chair, hoping no one else could see me puffing my chest.
“Quiet in here today,” Bella noted, looking around pointedly.
“No surprise with what’s happening,” I grumbled.
She widened her eyes at Everly. “I take it back,” she stage-whispered before going to one of the cabinets that lined the wall.
Took what back?
Everly had been talking about me?
Nix stopped typing on his phone and gave me a sad smile. “Got a track to dominate, though, haven’t we?”
I nodded, stare fixed on the floor.
I didn’t dominate the track. Not like Nix and not like Alv. My cousin had said he’d help guide me at Sprint2, show me the ropes and train with me. But he wasn’t around to pull the ropes. Or anything at all.
And the daughter of Ciclati stepped forward. Her heels were the same as last night, walking right into my eyeline.
We’d be in our trailers tonight. There wouldn’t be another night where I could accidentally bump into her, other than when we celebrated the winners on Sunday nights.
