Mr. Gray (Full Throttle Series)

by Hazel Parker

  “Good morning to you, too,” I finally said when the last of the wave died away. Kate giggled and straddled me, raining kisses on my face. I pulled her into a sitting position, just absorbing the warmth of her naked skin and letting my thumb rub her nipples until they puckered tightly. Then I pulled her up to stand up, removing the now-stained sheets and tossing them in the laundry basket.

  The sight of her, standing there in all her milky glory and morning flush had my shaft stirring again. It was insane. An idea popped into my head, one that had me grinning.

  Then I was pulling her in for yet another kiss and lifting her up to carry her towards the bathroom.

  *****

  It was literally the best shower of my life as I kissed every erogenous zone in her body while water rained down on us. Her moans got louder and louder, urging me on until my cock was raging all over again. Then it was a matter of sliding it in and fucking her while standing up, struggling between the slippery slide of our bodies and the awkward position we were in. But I didn’t care, and the way we clung on to each other helped as we fed on each other’s lust. This time I lasted longer, enough to make Kate’s eyes roll at the back of her head as her climax overwhelmed her and had her body shaking with release. I came a second time, this time right inside her.

  Our shower sex was followed by breakfast, with Chuck jumping all around us as I made some protein shakes and Kate cooked waffles. The dog settled happily on my lap, where I fed it little bites with Kate watching on in amusement.

  “What?” I asked when it looked like she was trying to stifle a grin.

  “You love that dog,” she teased. “Imagine the transition from hate to love.”

  I shook my head begrudgingly. “I never hated Chuck.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You love him now.”

  I did. Chuck nuzzled my stomach, almost like he knew we were talking about him.

  The next few days were filled with busy hours as I got more practice in before the upcoming Daytona 500, which was the first major competition I wanted to win. Everything was a piece of cake compared to that one event—other than the Monster Energy NASCAR Cup Series Championship, of course, which I was also planning to win. Kate also got busy with writing deadlines, and the fact that she refused to take any money from me and had a smile on her face every time she was facing her laptop indicated that she really did enjoy what she was doing, and was earning well.

  None of that stopped us from seeking each other out, though.

  At first, I thought it was a fluke—that the moment I lost my virginity to her, the lust would be lost and we would both be able to move on. But I found out as the days went by that just the sight of her or even being near her stirred me so much that I couldn’t just let it go like that, and I was seeking her out before I knew it. It was the same for her, and I would end up barely stepping in the doorway before I was pulling her towards me and undressing her—or before she was jumping me and pulling me to bed.

  Or the couch. Or the hot tub, which saw many of our days and nights together as we had sex there under the hot, bubbling waters.

  Or the rug, really.

  Had Chuck been human, I was sure he’d have burned his eyes at the sight of us by now.

  Sometimes, it wasn’t even at home. Kate would drop by to watch me practice, and I would end up dragging her in some dim closet in the racing track to screw her brains out. Other times, we would park the car somewhere dark and move to the backseat, where she would ride me like a naughty woman and make me lose any semblance of my brain as she made me come over and over.

  It started out with fucking, as I tore off many of her clothes and plunged my cock right in, taking her everywhere and pounding into her for all I was worth. But days turned into weeks, and soon fucking turned into something else—something that I acknowledged and couldn’t believe at first. Her taste seeped into me until she was all I could think about, and her presence…I couldn’t imagine it being gone from here, not anymore.

  I had feelings for her, and they went beyond our physical relationship.

  Two months set in, and our friendship bloomed along with our sex life. I found myself inviting Kate to the big racing event, and her yes urged me to prepare myself for what was to come.

  After the race, after I won that cup, I was going to tell her how I felt.

  Then I was going to see it from there.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  KATE

  “So we’re going to check in at a hotel in Florida when your apartment is in Florida?”

  Gray shot me a look that said I was being sarcastic, which I was. Cheekily, I grinned at him and listened while he explained that the race track was an hour away from where we currently lived, and it would be just a waste of energy if he used that time travelling.

  “Besides,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips, “I’d rather use that time making you moan out loud.”

  Cheeky little…this time, it was me shooting him a look, which didn’t seem to faze him at all. I settled in on the drive and leaned my head on the passenger seat’s headrest, feeling the breeze whipping my hair and blowing on my face. It was the first time we drove to our destination with the car top down, and I had to admit that though I was wary at first, it actually felt quite nice.

  I listened in a relaxed manner as Gray explained the actual reason we were booking a hotel near the race track, other than the fact that his apartment was an hour away—apparently, it was because his fans came in droves during this event and would often follow him wherever he went. While that was fun and he appreciated the support, he wanted to keep his privacy and didn’t want people like Darla invading the apartment building lobby, which in turn would invade the peace of all the other residents there. Not all fans were like that, but there were a notable few who just wouldn’t stop until they got close enough to touch him, hug him and throw their bodies at him.

  I shook my head. Then I opened my eyes as he said we would have to stay at least a day or two in the hotel even after the race, a precaution that he’d been doing for years now. It was disturbing to be this famous, really, and I couldn’t believe I didn’t realize Gray was indeed famous—as famous as a rock star or any other top-notch athlete, really. He didn’t brag about it, didn’t talk about fame much, and really…I only saw him as Gray, the man I lived with for two months now and the one who made me feel sex on a whole other level.

  He was the lover I never expected to have, and the one I didn’t want to lose—not just yet.

  Wanting to lighten the mood, I smiled at him.

  “Well, since we’ll have plenty of time to kill in the hotel after the race,” I said, “I have a pretty good idea what we can do to have fun.” My voice turned suggestive, making Gray smirk again.

  “What?”

  I deliberately let silence fill in. Then I said, “We could play Scrabble.”

  It wasn’t what Gray was expecting, and the deep laugh that came from him stirred my body and tingled pleasantly in my ears.

  “Naughty minx,” he muttered.

  I grinned, then turned to look at the back. Chuck was seated in the backseat, leashed properly, and obviously enjoying the breeze as much as me with his tongue wagging out. His tail was moving enthusiastically, and I winked at the precious little dog as he turned to look at me and yip excitedly.

  “That’s right, baby,” I cooed. “We’re going to have some fun, too.”

  Gray rolled his eyes. “You spoil him too much.”

  “Says the dog owner feeds him whole burgers with cheese.”

  I laughed when Gray had no comeback to that.

  *****

  It was late at night when we arrived at the hotel—just enough time to order some dinner in. I was delighted at the sight of room service and the beautiful steak they sent to us, as well as the box of chocolates that was imported from Sweden. It was followed by strawberries and wine, the latter of which Gray refrained from obviously as tomorrow was the big race.

  So I took the drink for him a
nd fed him strawberries and Chuck some steak scraps. Chuck settled in to doze right after.

  And I jumped Gray.

  He hadn’t expected that, but he didn’t refuse, either. In fact, Gray’s touch towards my body was just as intense as mine was to his, and we spent that evening discovering new things that would make us moan and groan. It was amazing how there were still so many things to discover, and how eager I was when it came to him.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Kate.”

  The request should have appalled me. Instead, I found my fascination hitting the roof and eagerly did as instructed. We were in the hotel bed, with Chuck already sleeping soundly on the hotel suite’s rug. We were both naked, having spent the last few minutes hurriedly undressing each other and sucking on whatever skin we could.

  Gray was already hard, and the sight of his glorious cock made my mouth water. I waited for his erection to slide inside me, but surprise came when that didn’t happen.

  Instead, something wet slid in, licking my opening. I moaned. Then I moaned some more when he spread me open and proceeded to lap me up from behind like I was some sweet treat.

  As he licked me like nobody’s business, I also made sounds of pleasure like nobody’s business. Only Gray could make me feel like this—could make me this open and eager for something that I considered off limits before. He changed my perspective entirely, and I never realized sex could be so explosive until I had it with him.

  Gray alternated licking, sucking and finger-thrusting until I thought I was going to lose my mind from the pleasure. A ball of heat started in me, one so strong that I knew my upcoming release was going to be mind-blowing. I thought that was going to be it—until Gray’s tongue and fingers disappeared, and I felt something harder and bigger slide in. I closed my eyes and fisted my hands on the sheets as he did it so slowly, almost as if he was savoring every second. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust in until he was fully inside. His shaft pulsed, making my muscles clench around him.

  Gray leaned down, kissing my shoulder. I turned my head to the side, seeking his mouth and finally finding it. We kissed each other—wet, open-mouthed kisses that were scorching hot and only served to push the heat higher. He sucked on my lower lip, holding on to my chin to angle the kiss deeper. His other hand pulled me closer to him until my back was fully pressed to his front.

  Then he started thrusting.

  Like always, Gray was good with the build-up—starting slow at first before going deeper in on me. Whatever his licking had started, spread again, and the tingles surged through my body. He used his fingers on my breast as he thrust, tweaking the nipple and rolling it until I was aching. That ache traveled down to where his cock was, and soon he was speeding up.

  His thumb found my clit, and a gentle push was all it took for me to come off. My body shook with the force, and he kept on pounding inside me until he, too, was consumed by the pleasure. He groaned one last time as he emptied himself inside me, and we could only cling to each other as we both soared.

  *****

  The next morning, Gray had to leave early for the race track, and I promised him I would be there in an hour. We wanted to have a quickie, but time constraints didn’t allow for it, and I simply teased him that as soon as he won that race, he was going to have the best sex of his life. We kissed as he held me to that promise, and I was grinning like mad even when he was already gone and I was in the shower. My body was tired but energized, and all I wanted was to see Gray again and watch him take his moment of glory.

  Dimly, I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing as soon as I stepped out of the shower. I thought it was my imagination as it didn’t ring again, and I got dressed as fast as I could and dried my hair with my towel. Chuck jumped around in front of me, almost as if he already knew what was to come. I grinned down at him.

  “Aren’t you excited to be watching Gray’s race?”

  He yipped. I laughed. The doorbell rang, and I realized now that it wasn’t my imagination. I didn’t order room service, so it had to be Gray. He must have forgotten something.

  I practically bounced towards the door. Then I quickly opened it, a smile on my face as I prepared to tease him.

  The smile froze. Then it died down, and I felt my blood rushing to my ears and my brain as I stared at the man standing there.

  “Hello, Kate.”

  My hand gripped the doorknob tight as I tried to steady myself. My knees shook with such force, but I locked them and tried to stand still. Every instinct in my body told me to flee, but the way he was blocking the doorway, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get out even if I tried to.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  Kyle smirked—one that I used to find sexy in our early years together. But now, I only saw it as chilling. Threatening.

  It was the smirk he used before he tried to beat me up.

  “You should know that I work in an electronics shop right now,” he said, his voice soft. Low. “And while I don’t watch television, there’s a pretty big screen where I work that shows most of the current news.”

  My stomach dropped.

  “Imagine my surprise when I saw you appear…with some race car guy. Is he fucking you, Kate? Is he sliding his cock inside your pussy?”

  It felt dirty, the way he said it. His body tensed when I didn’t respond.

  “Never thought you’d be such a whore.”

  He took a step forward.

  I slammed the door in his face.

  It worked enough to surprise him, and I could hear his grunt as I took a step backward. Then I was running for the bedside table, panicking and trying to think of something to defend myself with.

  My movements were halted when hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me down. I landed on the rug with a crash, felt my chin hit the floor. There was a growl behind me, followed by Kyle cursing.

  Chuck.

  Then Chuck whimpered, and I knew he was hurt. Rage flew at me, and I crawled away before trying to stand up.

  He grabbed at my legs and pulled me down again.

  “Not this time, bitch.”

  My head hit the floor, and pain exploded.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  GRAY

  The weather was absolutely beautiful and perfect for the race, which I took as a good omen. My body and mind were also in their best condition, and I knew it gave me a fighting chance to easily win this thing. It wasn’t being cocky—it was me being realistic as I took in the odds and analyzed them thoroughly.

  Steve seemed to think so, too. In fact, he’d been so pleasant and accommodating lately that I couldn’t quite comprehend if this was even Steven or some alien that took over the real Steven. Mark seemed to think it was weird, too, but he simply told me to go with the flow and enjoy the new change, no matter how obviously forced it was.

  I did enjoy it, more because of amusement than anything. While Steve raved on and on about how he thought I had a high chance of winning and made me promise to take as many endorsements as I could (because of course he had a cut), I scanned the work the crew was doing on the car. The crew chief, Roger, looked pretty revved up as he made some last-minute instructions and strategic planning with the team on how to handle the gear change. I then took a peek at the crowd outside, scanning for Kate but not finding her. She should have been here by now, and I wondered what the delay was.

  But then again, maybe she was already here, and I hadn’t spotted her at all. I took out my phone with the intent to call her. But to my surprise, there was already a text message there from Paul.

  Call me when you’re available.

  I excused myself from the still-talking Steve and found a quiet spot to call. The race wouldn’t start until forty-five minutes later, giving me plenty of time to get ready as I was already in my driving gear. Paul picked up on the third ring, and the first words out of his mouth had me realizing how much he already knew.

  “You bastard.”

  That was all he
said, and I knew he was trying to control his anger in. I did my best to stay calm. “I can explain.”

  “I never thought you’d play with my sister like that, Gray. I trusted you.”

  “As well you should,” I said before he could continue.

  “Why the hell should I trust you?”

  “Because I love your sister and I’ll do my best not to hurt her.”

  Silence filled the line. It was one full of shock, and I could practically feel that emotion vibrating in the air. Finally, Paul cleared his throat.

  “Jesus.”

  “And I want to marry her someday.”

  “Fucking hell.”

  “Language,” I corrected before I could stop myself.

  A choked sound came out of Paul’s throat. “Hell. You sound just like her.”

  “I meant every single thing I said.”

  “I know that,” he snapped. He grumbled on the other line. Then he sighed gravely. “We’ll talk about this when I come there. I demand an explanation.”

  “As you should.”

  “Stop being so damn cheeky,” he warned. My mouth quirked, but it disappeared almost instantly when he kept talking. “I’m calling for a reason. I want you to know that Kyle works in an electronics shop. He fixes televisions and radios.”

  Kyle, aka Kate’s bastard ex.

  “So?”

  “So your face and hers have been splashed all over the news since yesterday. How do you think I found out?”

  “Right. I’ll keep her safe.”

  “You’d better. I know him. He’s bound to follow her there if he finds out she’s with you.”

  “I’ll run that bastard straight to the ground,” I promised.

  “You’d better,” Paul agreed.

  We hung up on a slightly positive note, and I knew Paul would come to accept me and his sister together. As for the sister…well, I was just going to have to seduce her more to get her to agree. I grinned at the thought, the prospect of getting her in already making me excited. I dialed her number to check up on her but was redirected to voicemail almost immediately.