Chapter 193
-NUCA-
The shower was supposed to fix it.
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Cold water. Hands off the problem that caused this in the first place. Reset. Stay away from her. Far away. Do not think about her soft body. That was the plan.
The plan lasted eleven seconds.
I braced one palm on the tile and wrapped the other around my cock like I had any dignity left after a night of having Charlotte on top of me and wanting to fuck her the entire time.
The kiss was still in my mouth. Her weight in my lap. That little sound she made when she leaned in like the alcohol had given her permission I had not.
I stroked once and my knees almost gave.
I was losing my mind.
I never did this. Not like this. Not thinking about Charlotte while the water ran and my fist worked.
What the fuck had changed? One kiss. One drunken, accidental, I should have stopped it kiss, and I was back to being a teenager who could not get it down even with the tap on full freeze.
This wasn’t like me at all. I usually had more restraint. Especially when it came to her. I respected our friendship and made sure not to cross that line. Recently, I’d forgotten where that line was.
I had told her it was no big deal. I had said it to make her less uncomfortable. I could tell she was freaking out. I didn’t want her to feel worse.
My body had not gotten the memo. My body wanted her mouth again and did not care that she was just my best friend and there were certain lines you should never cross.
I pumped harder. Imagined her mouth. Soft. Wet.
The way she had looked at me on the couch before she passed out.
I imagined coming on her tongue, except this time I would watch it, watch it run down her cheek, her throat, paint her. Fill her. The thought should have disgusted me. It made my wrist work faster.
Yeah. I needed to stop.
I did not stop.
I gave up instead.
“FUCKKKK!”
It was loud. Louder than it needed to be. But fuck me, I was frustrated. This was not going how I had planned.
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Silence followed.
Then:
“Luca?”
Oh shit.
She had heard me.
Her voice traveled through the door and made things worse. Concerned. Soft. The same voice that checked my gloves and asked if the radio was clear. The same voice that always made sure I was okay.
It should have helped the problem. It made it worse. Charlotte saying my name like she was worried I had slipped was somehow more of a turn on than the model screaming my name last night.
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
Fuck. She was so innocent. Standing on the other side of a door while I had my hand around my cock thinking about her swallowing my cum.
“Do you need my help with anything?”
Motherfucker-if only she knew.
She needed to stop saying things like that. When she said help I saw her on her knees again, except this time she knew what she was doing. Mouth. Cheeks. Throat. Watching her do it.
“No!” It came out hoarse. “I’m-shower. Fine. Don’t come in.”
I could not even get proper sentences out. I just knew I couldn’t have her inside here or I was about to lose
There was a short pause.
“I wasn’t going to come in,” she said, and I could hear the frown. “You shouted like you hurt yourself. I thought you slipped.”
“I didn’t slip.”
“Are you sure?”
“I shouted because I can’t fucking get you-” I stopped. Wiped water off my face with the hand that was not the problem. “Go back to bed. You need to rest. Don’t think I didn’t hear you puking carlier. I have medicine on the counter that will help.”
Another pause. Longer.
“Okay. Thank you. Call me if you need my help.”
I almost laughed. Almost. She had know idea the kind of help I needed from her.
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The water ran. I gave up on the problem in my hand because finishing now felt wrong.
What was I doing?
Charlotte is and will always be my best friend. I shouldn’t be thinking about her this way.
I shut the tap off, grabbed a towel, and stepped out still hard, still angry at myself, still hearing do you need my help on repeat while I tried to look like a man who had only been washing his hair.
My phone was face up on the counter.
I saw the missed calls. Mother.
Damn it.
If I did not call back she was crazy enough to show up. In this hotel. On this floor. With opinions and a list of girls who were not Charlotte.
I called.
She picked up on the first ring like she had been hovering over the screen since the first missed call.
“Congratulations on the win. Son.”
“Thanks.”
“You know Marco calls us after every win to inform us. You, we see it on the news and have to call you.”
I groaned. There she went again. The comparison. The scoreboard that had nothing to do with lap times.
“Why didn’t you answer on the first call?”
“I was in the shower.”
“For forty minutes?”
“Long shower.”
“Luca.”
“Mom.”
“It is your sister’s birthday next week. You are expected to be there.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Water still dripping off my hair onto the tile.
“Which sister?”
“Don’t start. You know which sister. She is turning eighteen. There will be a party in celebration. You will be there. Marco already confirmed.”
Of course he had.
I knew I could not refuse. It was for my sister. Her eighteenth birthday. I could do this for her. Show up.
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Eat. Leave before the speeches turn into career advice.
be there.” I said.
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“Good. And we have someone we want you to meet. Finally. We have been patient about this topic. It’s about time.”
I stared at the wall.
“Mom.”
“Do not mom me. A proper girl. From a family that gets along with ours. Not another one of those girl you fool around with-” She stopped herself before adding. “Not staff you drag through airports and who follow you around and support your silly dreams.”
Silly dreams? There she went mentioning Charlotte again without using her name.
She did not like Charlotte. She never had. They blamed her for me leaving home. Blamed her for everything. They said she’s the reason I even decided to pursue this career. They were upset that she supported me when they chose not to. Pathetic really. They never expected me to become this successful.
“I’m not meeting anyone at my sister’s birthday.” I snapped, angrily.
“You are meeting her at dinner. You will be polite. You will not make a scene. Your father will be there. If you skip this I will come to the next race and not make it easy for you.”
I hung up before I said something that would make her book a flight.
I stood in the towel, still dealing with a problem the cold water had not solved, it was insane that the awful conversation with my mother couldn’t even help to send the damn thing down.
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