by Hazel Parker
I cursed. I quickly washed myself and pulled up my sweatpants, then proceeded to walk over to her bedroom, where I was pretty sure she’d gone. I knocked on the door, but no response came.
“Jules? Jules, I know you’re in there.”
A muffled sound came from inside, confirming my suspicion. Not waiting any longer, I opened the door, opening my mouth with the apology already prepared.
“Fuck, Jules, I’m really sorry…”
The words died off as all apologies fled my mind. Julie was inside, alright. But she was no longer in her shirt and sweat shorts.
She was now wearing lingerie—a wine-colored, loose lingerie made of silk and lace that showed a whisper of her body beneath, all those tight curves only growing tighter because of her pregnancy. The bump was barely there—but her breasts were, giving me teasing peeks of her pink nipples. I couldn’t see what she was wearing beneath, but I could see a hint of more lace, and what appeared to be the small triangle covering her core.
Fuck. It.
My body went hot, then cold, then hot all over again. I was sweating bullets as lust unlike any other spread through my system. I was taking steps inside without even realizing it, and I had to consciously tell myself to stop moving.
Julie’s hazel eyes were on mine, and they were dark.
They were also very hungry.
“I’m incredibly horny, Scott,” she said in a breathy whisper.
My breath sharpened. “You are?”
She nodded and sighed, the move making those huge tits move. My mouth watered.
“Yeah. Incredibly horny for a couple of weeks now, and all I could think about was huge hands touching me. So I tried touching myself…”
I groaned at that.
“…but it didn’t help at all. Now I’m just getting hornier, and I can’t stand it. I’m so frustrated.”
My hands fisted. I tried clearing my throat because it was so damn dry. “What are you asking, Jules?”
She fluttered her lashes. She sighed again.
Then she looked me straight in the eye with all her pent-up lust, and my lust grew triple-fold in the span of a second.
I was dead.
And the next words out of her mouth were my undoing.
“I want your hands on me, Scott. I want you to pleasure me until I’m screaming from it. Then I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus.
I tried to clear my throat again, and in the end, I just choked on my own saliva. I watched her lick her lower lip then bite it, waiting. Anticipating.
And I knew, I just knew, that no one would ever be able to resist a waiting woman like that. Maybe a saint could, but I was no saint.
And I intended to prove it as I finally, slowly walked over to her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JULIE
I was playing with fire—no, with a cacophony of explosions that was bound to burn me to a point where I could never, ever recover. I should run far, far away and never look back.
Instead, here I was, watching Scott with wide eyes as he shut the door with a definite click.
He was now wearing sweatpants and a white shirt, and was relatively more decent-looking than when I’d seen him a few minutes ago. But it was pretty pointless, because I could still picture him exactly as he was earlier—with his half-naked state, his eyes closed and mouth partly open, and his hand grabbing his cock. It bombarded me to the point that my whole body throbbed, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I shocked myself by how explicit I sounded when I worded what I wanted to him, but any excuse was replaced by more shock as Scott crossed the room in three seconds flat. Then he was lifting me by the waist and sitting me down on the bed, the sudden movement causing me to almost tumble. I placed my palms on the mattress to steady myself.
Scott knelt before me, tilting his head as he eyed me from head to foot. His bronze hair tumbled sexily down his forehead, and his gaze trailed over me slowly. It was a look full of dark hunger, like I was some sort of treat and he couldn’t wait to eat.
The comparison had me stifling a moan. I waited in anticipation, every nerve in my body standing on end.
Finishing his perusal, Scott’s gaze met mine again.
“Would you mind terribly if I kissed you, Jules?”
I shook my head, unable to speak through my dry throat. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly, waiting for the feel of his warm one. I wondered if the kiss would be soft and sensual, or hard and passionate. Either way, Scott was the best kiss I’d ever had, and I almost leaned forward to meet him—almost, but not quite.
But he didn’t kiss me on the lips.
A gasp escaped my throat as I felt something warm and whispery settle on my heavy chest—a tender blow on the left breast, then the right. The feeling of heaviness increased, and I bit my lower lip and grasped the mattress as he finally gave me the kiss he promised—right on the tip of my left breast. My eyes flew open and my nipple puckered as he kept on kissing it through the lacy lingerie.
It was amazing. It was wicked, a sweet, slow torture that had me restless and pushing my chest forward. He chuckled in response and held me down by placing his hands on top of mine, and sliding closer until he was right in between my legs. I whimpered and watched the top of his head, my vision taking him in.
Then he finally closed his mouth over the nipple, and my vision blurred as the ache intensified and shot fire down my core.
He licked. He sucked. He did everything short of taking off the lingerie, and I was helpless to the pleasure that spread through me and made me tingle everywhere. He then switched that talented mouth to my other tip, paying equal attention to both and driving me crazy until I was whimpering his name—then, whimpering for more.
In one smooth move, he trailed his kisses up to my throat and gently pushed me down on the bed with his hands until I was lying down with my ankles dangling on the edge. Then he trailed his kisses back down and lifted my lingerie up, exposing my stomach and the lace panties below.
Scott didn’t waste time. His mouth was suddenly on my core, kissing me just as he did earlier. I lifted my hips when he slid the panties down, then spread my legs wide when his hands urged me to. Then I hung on for the ride when his mouth lowered down and he ate me up.
He went slow. He went fast. He added a finger in, then slid it out repeatedly. He did everything in his power to please, and it reflected as the throbbing in my body grew higher and higher until I was one mass of vibrating pleasure. Finally, he added his tongue in, and I could no longer hold back the moans as I let myself go completely.
It was over too soon. My body and mind flew into nothingness as my orgasm took over, and I trembled all over. I also held on to Scott as his body surged up and covered mine, sliding me up higher until my body was completely in bed. He then kissed me—that all-consuming kiss that brought me back to earth, but still had me melting all over.
It wasn’t over yet, as Scott’s hands continued to roam all over me. He began to undress me until I was completely naked under him, and I began to undress him, too, sliding the shirt over his head before tugging his pants down. His erection was back and bigger than ever, and I was unable to resist wrapping my hand around it and tugging just like he did earlier.
Sexy grunts came out of his throat as he kept kissing me, his tongue sliding in and tangling with mine. Then he was sucking on my tongue as I quickened my movements, and I could feel his body tense.
“Wait,” he growled out, gently removing my hand. He took hold of his cock and continued tugging, and I watched, mesmerized, as his blue eyes continued darkening. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance and rubbed it against my slit teasingly before finally sliding inside.
He was so big, and he stretched me so wide. I felt so full, and the feeling was amazing, and I couldn’t help but kiss him deeper as it overwhelmed me. He seemed to understand what I was trying to say and gave me comforting kisses back, guiding my arms up and trapping my hands against it.
Scott broke the kiss, and I whimpered until he placed more on my throat and concentrated on the pulse point there. Then he was surging forward, thrusting back and forth inside me and increasing the pleasure tenfold.
Tingles started up my toes, traveling through every inch of my skin. Slow turned fast, and soon he was plunging inside me in deep, hard strokes, and the sounds coming out of my mouth were no longer coherent. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung on for the ride, and I was just nearing the edge when Scott slowly turned us around.
He removed his dick from inside me, and I protested. But protest turned to surprise when I found myself suddenly on all fours, with him stroking my ass and back. I shivered and looked to the side, watching as he leaned over me and softly sucked at the back of my neck.
Then he plunged back in, and shock filled me as I felt myself being filled deeper. Then he was thrusting again without pause, our bodies moving in motion. His hands squeezed my breasts and fondled my nipples, then pinched them.
My second orgasm came in a whirlwind of pleasure and violence, and I screamed his name as it completely blinded me to everything but the feel of him. A few seconds later, I felt him muffle a curse at my shoulder. Then I felt his body buck as he plunged one last time and exploded all over inside me.
We both collapsed in bed right after, but Scott was quick to roll around so as not to crush me. Then he was wrapping his strong arm around my waist and tugging me closer, and the bliss I felt changed until my heart fluttered with the feel of his warm, hard chest close beside my head.
I didn’t want to analyze the feeling yet, so I didn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes and snuggled closer, perfectly content to be where I was and to stay there for a long time.
I drifted off to sleep with his warm breath on my hair, and it was the best feeling ever.
*****
Five months in and I was starting to show, my bump growing bigger and heavier by the day. Some days I was cranky as hell, while others I was in a mellow and lazy mood. Scott was unfailingly there by my side at each of my mood swings, comforting me when he could and teasing me until I was laughing when he couldn’t. And whenever I was horny again…dear God. He did everything in his power to please me. We tried out every possible position there was that was safe, and it was almost amusing how he tried to make me orgasm more intensely each and every time—almost, because I was more looking forward to it than amused.
After the initial hitch, our so-called marriage was accepted well by the media, and soon Scott got more endorsements than most. The thing about him was that he wasn’t really a fan of the limelight but knew how to turn on the charm if need be. I ended up watching one of his interviews and smirking to myself on the couch as the female interviewer repeatedly got flustered when Scott used his winks and smiles, as well as smooth words to respond to her questions. It was so obvious she wanted inside his pants, but he was professionally polite, never stepping over the line.
I laughed when he talked about an old incident with Jay and how they both tried to get home piss-drunk when they were young—and ended up getting lost instead.
I felt admiration when he talked about his mom, the one woman who’d been a pillar in his life. I met her during her short visit in Daytona, and she’d been sweet and just as charming as he was.
I felt my heart surge when he talked about my father and how the man had always been the one person he wanted to be like in terms of racing career, and I could hear the respect clearly in his tone.
I felt my heart skip a beat when he also talked about his admiration for Jack for raising a kid alone—and doing a good job at it, as that kid turned into a beautiful woman who was about to have his child.
Soon my smile was gone as I kept staring at Scott as the interview wrapped up to a close. I kept staring at the television as the segment ended and a commercial went on, my mind hitting me with a truth that had my body growing numb and had me staggering.
I didn’t know when it happened, but I knew how—he snuck into me bit by bit, and now it was too late.
I was head over heels in love with Scott McCall.
And I didn’t know what to do about it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SCOTT
Of all the days she could do this, she had to do it this week?
It was NASCAR week—the week I was going to be competing for first place in Daytona 500, and one of the most important weeks of my life. I was supposed to be relaxed and prepared, practicing every day and resting on the day before the race, as was my routine for the last few years.
But here I was, arguing with Julie and getting more baffled by the second.
It had started simple enough, with the brown and white rice argument all over again and me trying to humor her. But before I knew it, she was walking out of the living room and had locked herself in her room, and I’d dismissed it as yet another one of her mood swings. But she came out an hour later with her eyes red from her tears.
And she was already dragging something out of the bedroom with her.
I stared at the luggage she had beside her once again, trying to comprehend what she was trying to say.
“You need some time alone?” I echoed her words from earlier, unable to believe what I was hearing.
Julie nodded her head. She was wearing a yellow dress that looked so damn lovely on her that the sight pretty much made me ache in places that shouldn’t ache. But her actions had me frozen in place. There was no twinkle in her eye to indicate that she was humoring me, nor was there a smile on her lips. I took a step forward, and she seemed to brace herself for it.
“I need to get away from this life. From you,” she said. “I just…I’m tired. I want some time alone.” Her voice was perfectly calm, like what she was saying was normal and she wasn’t affected by the words at all. But I was affected—more affected than I would have liked to admit.
And her calmness triggered something in me.
Immediately, my bafflement disappeared as her resolute expression didn’t change. I felt anger trickling in.
“What the hell did I do wrong?”
She flinched at my words, despite my tone not rising. I immediately regretted it and took one step forward, intending to apologize.
But Julie was shaking her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just think this has run its course,” she said quietly. “And we’re better off without any distractions during your competition. Don’t you think so?”
No. I want you there.
But pride had taken hold and choked me until my anger increased. I ended up nodding my head, the words coming out of my mouth sounding harsh even to me.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way. While we’re at it, I also don’t want you in my crew for now. We’re better off without the distraction. Don’t you think so?”
It was bait more than anything and I expected her to bite. But again, Julie was as calm as ever as she nodded her head and wholeheartedly agreed.
And I decided to just not give a damn.
*****
I spent that night drinking with Jay, who was trying to keep me from drinking too much as the race was the day after tomorrow. We bitched about whatever we could bitch about, though I could tell his heart was not in it. He looked preoccupied, though he was doing his best to act as normal as possible.
I tilted my head and downed my nth glass, studying him.
“Did you break it off with that chick you were dating or something?”
Jay downed his own glass. “Or something.”
“What happened?”
“That woman I’m dating…was dating. Turns out she’s married.”
I winced. Jay and I might have been single and willing to sleep with whoever struck our fancy, but he was against the married ones as much as I was.
“They certainly know how to cuckold, don’t they?” I said before I could stop myself.
Jay eyed me quietly. “What did Julie do to you?”
“Jules,” I immediately corrected. Then I cursed at my o
wn correction and downed another glass. “Nothing. She just doesn’t want to live together anymore.”
“What did you do to her?”
“Nothing,” I scowled. “What do you take me for?”
Jay shrugged. “You’re my friend, but you can be a jerk sometimes.”
“I’ve been a perfect gentleman to her.” Well, except when we were screwing each other’s brains out, and I was making her scream for more incoherently. I found myself getting hard at the thought, and it warred with the anger and hurt still swirling inside me. “It was her who left.”
“Did she tell you why?”
I nodded. “Something about needing to get away from me.”
My mind went over the conversation we had, just like it did every day as I tried to analyze and re-analyze the words we said to each other. It cemented the fact that I didn’t do anything wrong, which made me come to one conclusion on why she really left.
Julie had had enough. She no longer wanted anything to do with me, and this was her only way of saying it—by cutting off the connection, just like that. Maybe divorce papers would follow.
Maybe I should stop damn caring.
I took another swig of my drink. Then I stood up and took another bottle out of Jay’s liquor collection, ignoring his raised brow.
I was going to drink the night into oblivion and forget about her completely. Then I was going to compete in that goddamn race like there was no tomorrow.
*****
“Think we’ll win today?”
Henry’s calm voice soothed me enough to check out the weather and contemplate over it. The race was in fifteen minutes, and everything was prepared. I was at my best, too, having already worked off the hangover I’d had.
In short, I was in the best physical condition to win this thing.
“Scott?”
I looked Henry in the eye and tried to smile. It didn’t come off the way I wanted it to, so I tried once more. “We’re going to win this thing, Indy.”
Then I sauntered off to where my car was, my heart not as in it as my brain.
