The choked sound he made was exactly how I felt when he settled in deep. My fingers on the mirror slipped, my palm sweaty. I groped for purchase when he gave a jerky thrust and I had to push back to avoid tumbling face-first into the mirror.
‘That’s it,’ he grunted. ‘You feel way too good. I’m not gonna last.’
All I could do in response was pant and gasp and prop another hand onto the mirror as he started to move in earnest.
The next time he spoke, it was into my ear, his voice a velvet whisper. ‘Eyes open, Lees. Watch us.’
I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them and when I blinked them open, it was to find the most devastatingly wonderful image, so much hotter than anything my brain could have conjured. I was braced heavily on the mirror, my hair wild and falling over my shoulders, hips tilted and back bowed, absorbing the force of Colin’s body behind me, his cock buried deep.
My own face loomed in my vision, heavy-lidded, pleasure-drunk but loose and gratified and bright. And Colin was right behind me, slowly falling apart, his expression tight with restraint and desire. He nuzzled my neck, sending tingles shooting down my spine straight to where he was moving inside me. Then he moaned and sank his teeth into my shoulder, the rough urgency setting all my whole body on fire until I was a melting mess of nerve endings.
‘I can’t—’ I gasped for breath. ‘Ohhh, I can’t take it. Too much!’ There was a rising tide in my chest, consuming me.
‘Yes, you can. Come on, baby.’
With one hand he delicately teased my clit and with the other, he pushed down between my shoulder blades, making my hands slide lower on the mirror. The combination set me on fire.
On a wave of relief, the flames licked through my body, eating up my skin and consuming my brain and I wasn’t even sure I existed for a moment, until Colin’s hands bit into my hips, his cock jerking once more powerfully inside me, sending another little swell of gratification as he finished.
His forehead fell to my shoulder as he panted and my gaze was glued to the mirror in front of us, the image of my wobbly-kneed, slowly melting naked body and his fully clothed one behind. He pried his fingers loose from my hips; the white marks faded only slowly.
When he pulled out, the trickle down my thigh made everything seem a little too real – mainly my own thoughts and feelings, an embarrassing flash of the memory of Colin holding a baby.Donotgo there.He had races to win and I had my own success to build – away from cycling.
‘Are you… feeling better now?’ I asked, barely recognising my own breathy voice.
His gaze snapped up to mine, doubtful and a little dark. My half-hearted smile faded.
‘I… um… guess not,’ I mumbled, struggling to switch my brain back on to interpret the way he was studying me. He seemed… angry somehow, although I couldn’t imagine why. He’d wanted to blow off steam one more time, so that’s what we’d done – what I’d offered, so he couldn’t even feel guilty about that. Perhaps the quick and desperate act in front of the mirror hadn’t felt significant enough to be a farewell to our physical relationship, but this wasn’t supposed to be ‘significant’.
I blushed as he tugged up his tracksuit bottoms and tucked himself back in. There was colour in his cheeks too. Swiping my pyjamas off the floor, I turned away and slipped into them as quickly as I could. My body felt like rubber, languid and boneless.
‘You need to go to sleep, Kubicka?’ The amusement in his voice was a relief, but I couldn’t quite remember why.
‘Talk… We need… distance.’
The covers seemed to move back by themselves, and then I was tumbling into the welcoming softness.
‘I don’t know that talking is a good idea, sweetheart.’
I struggled against sleep so I could respond, although I didn’t know how to answer.
His words stopped me anyway. ‘I’ll see you for the team presentation tomorrow.’
Gentle pressure on my forehead – maybe from his lips.
Chapter 29
Colin
I would hate it if the last time I ever had sex with Leesa was a quick go from behind against her hotel-room door, after which she fell asleep almost instantly. But I was supposed to be letting her go. I’d been thinking with my dick and now I had the unfamiliar flavour of regret on my tongue and a crowd of thoughts clamouring for my attention when I needed to be focused.
She was all business during the team presentation on Friday evening. She didn’t need much more content than a quick shot of me – showing the PowerFuel logo on my shorts – but she stood with Wil and the rest of the team. The worst part was how she smiled: bright and open and with none of this churning uncertainty that had me in its grip.
The immature crush had been so much simpler than whatever this was.
I winked at her and slapped my arse and tried to ruffle her up – nothing had changed after all. I wished I’d packed a few fake insects in my bag. I’d spent the evening after that faintly embarrassing sex racking my brain for more stunts I could pull to get everything back on stable ground.
Dad would cark it if he knew how distracted I was, the day before the opening time trial of the Tour de France. Leesa would be watching too. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Sure, she was classy and businesslike and wore pretty dresses with little flowers on them, but I remembered her in cycling kit, coated in mud. MaybethatLeesa would watch me cross the line victorious andfeelsomething.
