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  It feels comfortable, being here with Gaige.   It's only been a week since everything happened, but it feels like Gaige and I have been together forever.

  When Daniel stops mid-conversation because the new boyfriend calls him, Gaige leans over and whispers in my ear.   "You're not wearing panties, are you?"

  I slap him on the arm.   "It's happy hour," I say.   "I came from the office.   Of course I'm wearing panties. "

  "Go take them off in the bathroom," he says.

  "No," I whisper, glancing at Daniel across the table.   "Stop.   You're being bad. "

  His warm breath on my ear raises goosebumps on my neck.   "I'm about to be very bad," he says softly.   "Now, get up, go to the bathroom and take off your panties, and bring them to me.   And I'll make you come on the way home. "

  His words send heat flowing through my body, just like every other time.   "Fine," I say, sliding off my barstool.   Gaige runs his hands along my hips and over my ass, giving it a playful slap.   "We're in public, stop. "

  He leans in close, his voice gravelly.   "We need to get out of public soon," he says.

  "Are you leaving?"  Daniel looks up from his cell phone.

  "Restroom," I say.   "I'll be back in a minute. "

  When I return, I slip my panties into Gaige's pocket and kiss him on the cheek.   He pulls me against him and I can feel his erection through his jeans, begging for my attention.   "We just paid the check," he says.

  "Oh my God, you guys are like a couple of teenagers with the kissy face and shit," Daniel says.

  "I've been around you and too many of your dates to even listen to you complain," I tell him as we walk out of the restaurant.   "And you're much less tasteful than we are. "

  "It's true," Daniel says.   "Happy hour next week and I'll bring the new boyfriend?"

  "Definitely. "

  Gaige walks around to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me, but pauses with his hand on the handle.   He spins me around and pushes me roughly up against the side of the car, running his palm down waist and over my hips.   "I want to fuck you right here, right now," he says, his tongue flicking over the sensitive place just below my earlobe.

  "In the middle of the parking lot of the restaurant?" I murmur.   "That's not a way for us to stay out of the tabloids. "  A few days ago, my father's PR person issued a statement about me and Gaige's relationship, clarifying for the public at large that we had my father's support and that since we weren't actually related and hadn't even grown up together, it was basically a non-issue.   It made a few more tabloids, and a few people stood outside of Marlowe Oil with signs protesting the fact that an "incest-loving" CEO was running the company, but that was pretty much the extent of it.   Still, my father's expressed words were, "Please don't do anything that would cause public scandal for the next few weeks, at least, so I don't end up in an early grave. "

  And Gaige's hands all over me in the middle of this parking lot where anyone could catch us certainly counts like it would count as causing potential public scandal.

  Gaige groans as he steps away from me and opens the car door.   "I won't touch you here," he says. "But this is what's going to happen.   I'm going to put you in this car, and on the way home I'm going to make you come on my fingers.   Then you're going to walk that pretty little ass down to the guesthouse and we're going to finish what never got started in Tokyo.   You're going to drop to your knees before the door even closes, and suck me until I come in that pretty little mouth of yours. "

  "And then what?"  My heart races, and the throbbing between my legs is already insistent.

  He gestures toward the car.   "Sit down, darlin'," he orders.   "I'll tell you on the way home. "

  Gaige pulls out of the parking lot, but doesn't even wait a moment until he gets started.   "Pull that skirt up over your thighs," he orders.

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  I raise my eyebrows.   "We're in the middle of town and someone will see what I'm doing," I say.   "Scandal, much?"

  "Up your thighs, not over your ass," he says.   "And unbutton your shirt lower.   You look way too professional and I want to be able to see those perky tits of yours. "

  I unbutton the top two buttons slowly as Gaige weaves in and out of traffic.   "One more," he says, and I comply, feeling incredibly exposed.   My nipples are already hard against the fabric of my lacy bra, and the dampness between my legs is distracting.

  "Are you wet?" he asks.

  "Yes. "  My voice is breathy.   "What do you want me to do?"

  "Let me turn off the highway," he says.   He's taking the long way back to my father's house, down windy roads and away from prying eyes.   I relax against the seat as his speed decreases.   Reaching over to me, his hand slides up my thigh until his fingertips touch the crease at the top of my leg.   I pull my skirt up higher, over my ass until my skin is bare against the leather seat. "You got over that not-pulling-up-your-skirt thing fast enough," he says.

  "Touch me," I tell him, and he reaches between my legs, moaning when he feels how wet I am already.   Then he takes his fingers away and puts them back on the steering wheel.

  "Touch yourself," he orders, and I touch my fingers tentatively to my pussy, sliding them over my clit, already slick with my wetness.   "Spread your legs. "

  I do what he says, rolling my fingers over my clit as he winds along the road back home.   I close my eyes as arousal rushes through my body.   "Unbutton your shirt," he says, his voice catching, and I glance over to see him looking at me and then back at the road.   I slide my hand between his legs, feeling his hardness.   "Not me.   I want you to make yourself come.   You're going to have my cock in your mouth soon enough. "

  The words send a rush of wetness between my legs, and I hear myself moan.

  "You liked that?" he asks.   "Good.   I want to see your breasts.   Slip your bra down and touch your nipples. "

  Sliding the fabric of my bra cups lower, I rub my thumb over my already erect nipples, one and then the other, before I can't take it anymore and have to return my fingers between my legs.   "Good," he says.   "That's it.   Touch that perfect pussy of yours.   Slide your fingers inside. "

  He pauses while I slip two fingers inside me, pressing my palm hard against my clit as I stroke myself.

  "Talk to me," I beg.   "Tell me what you're going to do to me. "

  "I'm going to slap that curvy ass of yours with each step you take back to the guest house," he says.   "Then I'm going to open the door, and before the door shuts, I want you on your knees, do you understand?"

  "Yes. "  I choke out the word, my fingers lodged deep inside me, palm pressed hard against my clit as I bring myself higher and higher.   I picture Gaige's cock instead of my fingers, and I'm already close to coming.

  "I want your warm wet mouth on me, you hear me?  I want your sweet lips around the head of my dick, sucking like the good girl you are," he says.   "Fuck yourself harder with your fingers. "

  "Gaige, I'm so close, I'm going to come," I moan.

  "Come for me, darlin'," he says.   "Come for me just like I'm going to come in that sweet mouth of yours. "

  His words push me over the edge, and I come with a loud moan.   When I open my eyes, he's already pulled over to the side of the road somewhere, without giving me a chance to recover, and he's out of his side of the car and on my side in a flash.

  "Holy shit, Gaige," I say, taking my fingers from between my legs.

  "You have me so fucking worked up I can't wait," he says.   He unbuttons his pants and drops them around his hips, stands with his hands on the roof of the car and his body in the passenger side door frame.   "Put your lips on me now, Delaney. "

  His voice is hard and demanding and my pussy is throbbing as I slide up to meet his cock with my lips.   A long gossamer strand of pre-cum dangles from the tip, and I catch it on my tongue, licking my way over the head of his cock bef
ore I envelop him with my mouth.   "Oh, shit, darlin'," he groans.   "I've been waiting for that mouth of yours all day. "

  His hands are in my hair, pulling at the roots as I suck him, and he forces me down farther on his cock, his movements just the right amount of rough and unyielding.   I can't see is face above the car, and there's something about sucking him off here on the side of the road, without being able to see his face and while anyone who drives by could see him standing casually beside the car, that makes it so unbearably hot.   His balls are heavy and full in my hands, and I know how much he needs to come.

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  My movements rhythmic, I stroke his length, sucking his cock as I jerk him off into my mouth.   He's hard, his cock throbbing, and I know that he's close by the way he groans my name and pulls at my hair. Sucking him is making me even hotter and I want him inside me.

  He yanks my head away from his dick, his grip tight, and groans.   "I'm not coming in your mouth," he says.   "Get your ass up here.   I want to come inside you. "

  He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard on the mouth, his hand covering my breast.   "I want you to really come inside me," I whisper when he pulls away.

  "Shit, don't tell me that," he says, sensing my meaning.   "We haven't even talked about that. "

  "I'm on birth control," I say.   "And we're together.   I'm clean. "  I stroke his cock.

  "I've been tested," he says, kissing me.   "I'm clean.   Are you sure?"

  "I'm sure," I say.   "I want to feel you bare inside me. "

  "Shit, you are going to fucking kill me," he says.   "You're going to get us arrested out here on the side of the road.   We should go home. "

  "No one's around here," I say.   "And I can't wait. "  I turn around, my hands on the roof of the car, pulling my skirt up to expose my ass, the warm air against my bare wet pussy.

  "Oh, hell," Gaige says, and his bare cock pressed against my entrance.   In one thrust he's inside me, filling me up, his hands on my waist, pushing me against his cock.   He talks to me as he thrusts into me.   "Put your fingers on your clit, darlin', and rub it, because your mouth had me so close I'm not fucking waiting. "

  "Harder," I beg, rubbing myself while he brings me higher and higher, thrusting inside of me with short strokes.   I can feel his bare cock against my walls, and I'm squeezing him with my muscles when he slaps me hard on the ass.

  "Shit, darlin', you keep doing that with your pussy and I'm going to come inside you," he warns.

  "Oh God. "  The idea of Gaige at my mercy nearly brings me to my knees, and I'm already coming before he even gives me permission, the orgasm overtaking me, hard and unexpected.   He grips me, thrusting inside me again and again as he comes, filling me with his warm seed.

  Afterward, I'm still throbbing around him when he laughs, pulling out of me and taking his shirt off.   He uses the fabric to wipe between my legs.

  "Seriously, Gaige, what are you doing?" I squeal.   "You're going to go through the gate at my father's house shirtless?"

  "Better than having you go through the gate with cum dripping down your legs, don't you think?" he asks.   He kisses me on the mouth as he wipes me off, and the act, potentially crude, is somehow incredibly erotic when Gaige does it.   "I spilled my drink; that's my story. "

  When he's back behind the driver's seat, he looks at me and grins.   "Don't think that just because I bent you over on the side of the road, I'm not going to need to get you in bed just as soon as we walk through the door," he says.

  "Well, Akira-san isn't pleased, and there's unfortunately no way for his company to save face," Beau says, his brow wrinkled as he looks at me over the table at dinner.

  I don't think he's entirely comfortable with the idea of Delaney and I being together, but he's not opposed to it either, and at least he's been publicly supportive.   It hasn't affected the team either; I guess it's good that the scandal happened when it did during the trip, before I'd started back officially racing.   My manager says I should lie low for another couple weeks and give the whole thing time to blow over.   Holing up with Delaney for a few weeks sounds just fine to me.

  "I'm sorry, Beau," I say.   I'm not sorry about Delaney and I, but I'm sorry for how things turned out.   If Beau were any other man, I'm sure he'd have fired my ass and slapped me with a lawsuit, but Beau just waves dismissively, his steak knife in hand.

  "Naw," Beau says, his drawl becoming somehow thicker.   "You'll be sorry if you do anything that hurts my daughter. "

  "Dad," Delaney warns.   "He's already heard this. "

  "There's no harm in repeating things," Beau says.   "That's how they stick in your memory. "

  "I promise I won't hurt Delaney," I say.   "On my honor. "

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  Beside me, Delaney snorts.   "I didn't know you had honor," she says.

  Beau glowers at both of us while he points at me with his knife.   "For his sake, I hope he does. "

  Delaney giggles.   "It was a joke," she says.

  Beau shakes his head.   "Give it a month before we start joking about any of this," he says.

  Later that night, Delaney lies on her stomach, in bed naked, her arms on my chest as she looks at me.   "So your manager recommended lying low for a few weeks?" she asks.   "No racing?"

  "I don't know about that, darlin'," I say.   "You know I need to ride.   But nothing official. "

  "No stunts," she warns.   "Nothing stupid. "

  "Cross my heart," I say.

  "I don't believe you," she says.   "If you swore on your dick, I'd take it much more seriously. "

  "Is nothing sacred to you?" I laugh as I run my hands through her hair.

  "Oh, is this supposed to be sacred?" she asks, her hands running down my abdomen to my cock.

  "Didn't you say you made a shrine to it?"

  "Mhmm," she says, and my dick hardens to her touch.   "But that was a shrine to the mold you made of it.   Speaking of that…. was it really your cock?"

  I flip her over onto her back, kissing her gently on the lips.   "I'm hurt that you couldn't tell. "

  She tilts her head up to look at me.    "So you keep cock-making molds around your house in case of emergencies, or what?" she asks.   "How did you have it done by the next morning?"

  "It required effort," I admit.   Specifically, I had to drive around to adult stores at two in the morning to find a dildo-making kit.

  "That's a lot of work for a prank," she says.

  "I had to impress you. "  I run my hand over her breast and watch as her nipple hardens

  "Is that what you wanted?" she asks.   "To impress me?"

  "I've always wanted to impress you," I tell her.   "Even when I was giving you grief. "

  "But why?" she asks.   She moves against me, arching her back, and I can feel her wetness against me.

  "Because I've liked you since I met you," I tell her, kissing the tip of her nose.

  "But you were always going out with other girls, and –"

  "And I was a stupid kid back then," I say.   "And the summer we hooked up, there was no one but you, Delaney.   Even before you kissed me.   Once we started talking, I just…lost interest in anyone else. "

  She arches up to kiss me, her touch tender, and when she finally pulls away, her hand is still on my neck.   "I thought – I just didn't think I meant anything to you. "

  "You meant everything to me," I tell her.   I can't believe she didn't understand the whole time.   "It was always you.   And when you didn't meet me that night, when you left…"

  "I saw you in the news later," she says, her voice soft.   "There were always photos of you with other girls. "

  "Why do you think there were so many?" I ask.   "I was fucking gutted when you left.   And then when you came back…well, I didn't know what the hell to do with you here.   But I do love you.   That much, I'm sure of.   I think I've always loved you, Delan
ey. "

  Her eyes glistening with tears, she arches up to kiss me, her tongue finding mine hungrily.   I'm trying my best to be gentle, tender, kissing along her neck and her shoulder and her arms and over her breasts and her stomach, but she pulls my head up and looks at me, her hands on both sides of my face.   "Don't," she says.

  "Don't what?"

  "Don't make love to me, Gaige," she whispers.   "I don't want tender.   I want you to fuck me. "

  "Hell, Delaney," I say, but the words come out raspy.   This girl knows how to push every button I have with the shit that comes out of her mouth.   "I tell you I love you and you tell me to fuck you hard. "

  A broad smile crosses her face, and she reaches for my cock, guiding it between her legs.   With one thrust I'm inside her, and she's warm and wet and tight.   I ride her slowly, excruciatingly, painfully slow, torturing her just for the hell of it.   Letting her know who's still in control.

  She grips my ass cheeks and pulls me deep inside her, and then I'm fucking her harder.    She lets me know I'm not the one in control here.

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  I ride her until she's panting, moaning my name over and over, and when I pull out, she sighs, exasperated.   "What are you doing?"

  "You didn't want tender," I say.   "You wanted me to fuck you. "

  Delaney smiles.   "Yes," she whispers.

  "So turn over and let me fuck you. "

  Delaney turns over onto her elbows, her ass in the air, and I slide easily back into her willing pussy.   She moans loudly, clutching at the pillows, pressing her mouth into one as I fuck her, my thrusts harder the louder she gets.   I press a finger against her asshole, and she jerks up at my touch.   "Oh my God, Gaige," she cries.

  "What?"

  "You're going to make me come," she moans.   I thrust inside her fully, filling her up until I can't fit any more in her.

  "Come for me, darlin'," I order her.   "Tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum. "

  "Yes, yes," she moans.   "I love the way it feels when you come inside me. "

  She says the words and I let go, my balls clenching and then unleashing my seed, my hands gripping her waist as I drive into her so hard I think I might drive through her.   She screams as her muscles tense around me, their spasms milking my cock of every ounce.

  Afterward, I pull her against me, still inside her, and roll her next to me on the bed, my leg wrapped around her.   We lie there in silence, and I listen to her heart beating next to mine, her breath still ragged.