Page 131 of First in Line

He motions at his body, and I shove his shoulder with a giggle before rolling to the edge of the bed. “Okay, I have to shower and start working. You may stay in bed and recuperate from your morning performance, champ.”

I give his carved stomach a couple of taps, then jump up just as he tries to grab my wrist to lure me back in. His eyes are on me the whole time I walk toward the bathroom. I can feel the slick mix of our pleasure coating my upper thighs, which I know he’s probably noticed.

Deciding to give him a little show, I bend at the hips to pick up a discarded bra from the floor, offering him an unobstructed view of what he did to me.

His low grunt confirms my success, and I resume my walk without turning around. He’d see the smile splitting my face in half and know it was all on purpose. Though he’s probably already aware, because he joins me as I’m settling under the warm water.

“We’re just showering,” I warn him when his hands come to my hips.

“Killjoy,” he mumbles. “Can we compromise on a temperature that won’t give me second-degree burns?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Men and hot water… Actually, Nathan didn’t mind when—”

His hand grips my jaw, and he forces me to look back and up at him. “But did he fuck you so good you teared up from the pleasure?” he asks, eyes dark.

I shake my head as much as I can given his hold.

“That’s what I thought.” When he gives me a kiss, I’m surprised by how tender it is compared to his firm grip. “Now, don’t talk about other men when my cum’s still leaking out of you, Evie. Unless you want me to fuck it right back in and add some more.”

Another surprisingly sweet kiss, and he lets me go. I’m a little shaky as I turn the temperature knob down. “Better?”

“Yes. I’ll take one of your lava showers the day I see you in an ice bath.”

“You take those?”

“Of course. After almost every race. It’s great for muscle recovery and to cool off.”

“I see.”

“Now, I’ve been raised well, and I clean up my messes. So let’s get to work, shall we?”

Still behind me, he grabs the showerhead from its holder. The moment I see him turning the head to try a few functions, I know this won’t just be a shower.

This man is insatiable…

When he settles on one, which is perfect for what he has in mind, and brings the stream of water between my legs to “clean up his mess,” I don’t complain, though. No, I lean into him as his free hand spreads me open with his index and middle fingers while the water hits the exposed fold with the perfect pressure. And when he finds my clit, I let out a small gasp as I shiver against him.

Today, yet again, I can’t find it in me to say no to him.

We’ll see about tomorrow, but I doubt it.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

Jackson

“So, you want me to focus on my traps more?” I ask Mark, the team trainer.

“Yeah, the upper traps in particular. We’ll work on the exercises later. From the footage, it looks like you’re still struggling to hold your head during high-speed corners.”

“I try, but it’s hard.”

“It’s normal. With the G-force, your head and helmet weigh over seventy pounds at peak lateral load. But we can fix it with enough work.” He looks at his tablet, taps on it to flip to a different slide, and continues. “We’re also reworking your macros. You’re still too heavy, Jax.”

“You make me exercise twenty-five hours a week, Mark. It turns into muscle. Muscle is heavy. I can’t help it.”

“The others are doing just fine.”