There are no words.
None are needed.
The high I feel isn’t wearing off anytime soon, and in the blissful state that follows, there’s nothing else I can do other than fall asleep pressed tightly against his side.
ChapterSeventeen
Kian
Never have I longed for a flight to be over so quickly. It’s only a two-hour journey, but with how I’ve been counting down the minutes it’s felt about twenty.
The crew even manage a dinner service but it’s definitely contributed to making the flight feel ten times longer.
The guys who’ve flown with us are all napping, preparing for what’s going to be an incredibly busy time back in the UK where everyone wants a piece of us, but Anna’s wide awake.
Wide awake and striding down the aisle to where Harper and I are sitting, his head resting on my shoulder and his hand on the top of my thigh under the blanket I conveniently have spread over my lap.
I nudge him so he doesn’t give anything away, but he only grins when he cracks an eye open to see Anna coming our way. He even brushes my cock as he pulls his hand back, and I know he’s teasing me.
Asshole.
‘Well this is cosy. Are we finally playing for the same team?’
I almost choke on nothing but the recycled plane air. She has no clue what’s going on, but her comment has me almost losing it. Next to me, Harper cracks up, his laughter like a wolf howling as he wakes up half the plane.
‘You two are very weird, but we don’t have time to unpack that right now.’
She hands us laminated cards, which look suspiciously like tightly-packed schedules, and I groan.
I love the hype I get in the UK, and because Hendersohm has had only British drivers for the last decade and a half, the team is treated like homegrown heroes, but I could do with a break. Especially now.
‘Okay, so tonight you’ll be recording on theNeed for Speedpodcast and then first thing tomorrow morning there’s a four-hour slot for a photoshoot for some of the new team merchandise and then in the evening you’ll be on the evening sports slot on the BBC news.’
While Anna’s speaking I cast my eye over the details of the rest of the next two weeks and the schedule looks absolutely insane. She continues to run through how every minute of our time is going to be taken up by some photo shoot or soundbite recording and whilst I love this side of being a pro driver, I can’t help but wonder when Harper and I are going to get any time together. Or when I’m going to be able to nip back to Norfolk to see Mum, Elise and the kids.
It’s a lot, to say the least.
‘So what you’re saying, Anna, is that I’ll be getting around three hours of sleep a night and working out and eating at, like, three in the morning?’ I’m teasing, but I also have a system of preparation that I need to follow for each race – important stuff that impacts how well I do.
‘Whatever works for you, Kian. Just make sure you’re on time and that you drag him along with you.’
‘Hey! I’m getting more and more punctual all the time,’ Harper interjects, but Anna just laughs in his face. I love that she doesn’t take his shit. She’s the most perfect fit for a PR manager in Hendersohm.
‘Whatever you need to tell yourself, rookie.’
Patting the top of his unruly curls, she takes off back down the plane to her own seat.
* * *
The week descends into chaos. Never have I ever been so busy in my life. Even more so when my agent drops into casual conversation that my favourite brand of gym-wear wants me to be one of their new faces, but they need me to do some model test-shots while I’m in the UK in order to be sure. Because of the way Anna’s packed the schedule, there’s no way I can make it back to Norfolk to see my family.
It’s crushing. I’m so close and yet I might as well be on the other side of the world.
And then, two nights before qualifiers, I get the best text ever.
Managed to sort carers for Mum, so me, Grant and the kids are coming up to Silverstone for the weekend. Will drive up in time for dinner after qualifying and stay till Monday!
Of course, I’m curled up in bed with Harper when I get it. We’re both naked, and still breathing heavily after another mind-blowing orgasm, so he catches the way my face lights up at the text.
