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“No. I’m just worried. Are you going to get bored here in Cherish Cove?”
“No. I’m sure you’ll keep me very occupied.” I rolled her under me. “You’ll be begging for a break.”
“Will I?” Her huge smile and the way she bent her knees to either side of me told me she was on board with the direction we were headed. She canted her hips into me, trying to get closer.
“Nah…I’ll make it worth it. Every time. But Bristol…” I paused to stare into her eyes, growing serious for a moment. “I won’t get bored. I’m not a child. And I don’t have wanderlust. As soon as we move, I’ll work on getting my feet back under me and finding something productive that’s racing-related—or at least racing-adjacent—to take up my time. We’ll be fine. As long as we’re together, I could even be content as your house-husband.”
She raised a brow at me then snorted out a laugh. “Okay, let’s not be ridiculous. I’d come home every day to find you rearranged the furniture or took up a new weird hobby.”
Admittedly, she wasn’t wrong.
“The only ridiculous scenario would be me getting bored and leaving you. Bristol…” I shook my head, holding her gaze. “That’s not happening. Please. Stop thinking I’m going to leave you.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m still punishing you without even meaning to.” She gave me a little push and turned me onto my back. Coming over me, she straddled me, reached for my erection and took me inside her. Of course, I was hard for her. I always was. We both groaned as she slowly sank down. Equally slow, she started riding my shaft up and down, while I dug in my heels and held her hips, guiding her and making the drives harder while I bucked up into her.
Lost in the sensations, I forgot what we were even talking about until she whispered, still riding me, “I believe you. I know you’re mine, and I’m yours. We’re staying together. Whatever happens, we’ll make it work.”
I nodded, my fingers tightening as I pumped my hips up into her undulating body. “Together. Always together.”
Twenty-Nine
Axel
It had been three days since Darius fired me, and I was bored. Fucking hell, just last night, Bristol had told me she worried it would happen. She’d urged me to start pursuing my options. Once again, she wasn’t wrong. Not that she had reason to worry about me leaving, though. Not happening. I’d never be that bored.
I knew I was in trouble when I started considering how difficult it would be to talk her into that bookshop she’d always wanted. We could work on it together. That would keep us busy—and we could spend a lot of time locked in the office while I tried to make her scream and she tried not to let anyone know what we were doing.
That seemed like a great idea and worthy of some exploring. Since my laptop was back on my motorhome, I didn’t really have what I needed for research. Which reminded me… Once I’d cleared it of my belongings, I’d have to arrange for its sale. Since I wouldn’t need it, it didn’t make sense to pay for storage and a driver. I knew Floyd would get snapped up by someone else fast.
Speaking of storage, I needed to go to my unit here in Cherish Cove and empty it. In particular, there was one thing I wanted. Our marriage certificate. I had Bristol’s ring in my suitcase. I always carried it with me, and I should have already given it to her…on Saturday, Sunday or even yesterday. I wanted a romantic moment, though, and not just us in bed when I presented it. Dumb, maybe, but I’d robbed her of a lot when it came to being married, and I was trying to fix that, which was why I’d told her I wanted a big wedding. Today, I’d give her the ring. I longed to see it on her finger, the sign to the world she was well and truly mine.
After scrounging through a drawer for a notepad, I started making a list. Go to my storage unit. Get Bristol’s ring cleaned—though, truly it didn’t need it since I kept it tucked away in the box. I’d checked on my mom earlier, which I wrote down so I could cross it off. I still needed to contact my dad again about the money. He’d probably be pissed about it, but my parents might just find a mysterious deposit into their account if they didn’t let me outright pay the medical bills and loans. I’d apologize after the fact.
To that end, I had to call my accountant then contact my lawyer to make sure he’d gone over the paperwork from my uncle. Before I did anything, I had to make sure everything was copacetic and I wouldn’t fall through a loophole.
Looking at everything I wanted to do—all before popping in to see Bristol for lunch at one-thirty—I found I didn’t have much reason to be bored, after all. Of course, most of these things I should have done yesterday. Some actuallywererepeats, because I’d already talked to my lawyer, and today was follow-up. On Monday, I’d called my difficult parents, as well. My mom was doing great and had been released from the hospital on Sunday. She was “resting” at home, which probably meant she was running my dad ragged. There were no leads on who had side-swiped her, but it was still being investigated.
I decided to contact my lawyer first.
“Everything looks straight forward,” he told me about the paperwork severing my ties with Pendleton Motorsports. “He didn’t slip in any monetary requirements or non-compete clauses. You can move forward without any worries. You’re a free agent.”
“I’m not sure that’s what a free agent is,” I laughed. The whole situation still waged a battle inside me. I was fucking glad to be free of Pendleton Motorsports, but on the other hand, I mourned the loss of my career. Even before I’d taken my first lap for this season, there had been talk of me being a favorite for the cup this year. I could taste it. It had been right there within my reach.
But that was in the past. I had to look to the future, but none of the options I’d considered so far really piqued my interest.
“You have fair grounds to sue him,” my lawyer offered. “Wrongful termination of the contract. Though you said this came from his lawyer’s address, I’m fairly sure he didn’t even have his legal team review this paperwork he sent you. It’s got Swiss cheese holes all over it—all in your favor.”
“So you’re saying I can get back in the car?”
“Probably not. That would be a bitch of a situation, if we forced it, too. You know he’d sabotage you, even to his own detriment.”
“Yeah.” I had to agree. Firing me would hinder him, as well. But he’d done it, not me.
“Still… Youcouldmake him pay through the nose.”
I liked the sound of that a little too much, and I wanted to get the money he’d promised for my parents. My lawyer was a shark; he’d succeed. Hiring him on the advice of another driver had been one of the best moves I’d made. “Do it.”
“I’ll get on it. Let me know where to send the bill.”
