Chapter 215
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I woke up covered in love bites.
Luca’s mouth had been everywhere. On my throat. My breasts. The inside of my thighs. The soft place under my ear he had found last night and refused to leave alone. Places I would have to hide under a team shirt and pretend was nothing.
I could barely feel my legs.
I was still exhausted.
I was happy anyway.
Last night had been everything.
I had not thought sex with Luca would be like that. Mind-blowing was too small a word. It was unlike anything I could have imagined. I used to think those girls screaming in his room were doing too much. Performing. Making a show out of a man who collected nights and forgot names.
Turns out he was just that good.
And his cock.
Huge.
I had probably screamed louder than any of them. And I wasn’t even ashamed of it.
Best night of my entire life.
Unfortunately, I knew what the deal was.
One night.
Then forget it.
Then best friends again.
Pretend it never even happened.
That night had meant everything to me. The contract did not care. We had not exactly signed anything. We had just said the words. But we were close enough where a contract wasn’t needed. We trusted each other.
I blushed when I realized Luca was already hard…again.
I could not help staring.
So smooth. So long. Big enough that I still felt him when I shifted under the sheet.
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I wanted to lean over and take him in my mouth until he came on my tongue. Until last night was not finished. Until the rule cracked and he stopped looking at me like he was already putting the night in a box.
He groaned when he caught me looking.
His cock twitched like it had heard the thought.
“Just one night,” he said, like he was reminding himself.
I swallowed hard. Of course, he would bring that up to remind me of the rule.
“I know.”
The words tasted bitter. I did not want to remember the rule.
I needed to leave before I humiliated myself again and started begging.
Then I got out of the bed too fast, grabbed the first shirt I found-his-and locked myself in the bathroom before I could do something stupid.
Like climb back on top of him. Like ask if one night could become this morning. Like admit I did not know how to put friendship back on now that we’d crossed that line.
The mirror was honest.
Too honest.
I saw the marks. My swollen mouth. Hair that looked like he had had his hands in it for hours. A bruise blooming at the join of my neck and shoulder.
I sat on the closed lid and pressed my palms to my face and lived in last night instead of the stupid rule on the other side of the door.
He had taken me everywhere.
Against the wall. Desk. Floor. Glass. Even the showers. Yes, we’d been in more than one shower.
I remembered his voice in my ear telling Barcelona to hear me scream while his cock filled me all the way.
I remembered how he had frozen when he realized I was a virgin and still stayed. He had shaken and sworn and then given me everything anyway. Then he had said my name when he came, like it had been dragged out of him.
One night.
How could something that great only be for one night?
I had no right to be this frustrated.
That was the worst part.
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This had been my offer from the start. Sex. No strings attached. One night. I had asked for it in Italy. I had asked for it in this suite.
I could not complain now that he was doing exactly what I had said I wanted.
I still wanted to complain.
I showered but not for long, I wanted to keep his scent on me as much as possible. I watched the marks darken under the spray and hated how much I liked them. I brushed my teeth. I put on clothes that covered the worst of the bites and still felt exposed. When I opened the door he was in the kitchen with coffee and a face that would not quite meet mine.
The space between us was wrong.
I wanted him to look at me the way he had last night. I wanted him to say good morning like he still had his mouth on me. I wanted anything except this polite, stupid silence that proved the deal was already in force.
It was practice day.
I had to go back out there and watch him on track with the other guys before race day. I was not sure I could act like everything was normal. I was not sure I remembered what normal felt like when I still ached between my legs every time I took a step.
Marco was at the door already.
“Is it safe to enter?” he called.
It wasn’t possible he’d heard us last night. Was it?
“Of course,” I said.
Luca’s jaw ticked.
Why was he always so tense when his brother was around these days? He had even looked pissed at Nico last night, before he had carried me out of the bar like the word friend had stopped meaning what he wanted it to
mean.
We went down together.
The three of us.
Heat hit the second the lobby doors opened. Sun. Noise. Race week already moving. I could smell the fuel as we got closer to the track.
I stood where I always stood.
It was time to focus.
I was not sure how I was supposed to do that when I still felt him between my legs.
I knew what his hands had done last night. I knew the sound he made when he was all the way inside me. I
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knew he had told me it was one night with his cock still hard and my bite marks on his chest.
On track, Luca put in a clean lap.
Then another.
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It was only practice, but I was surprised he could focus so well after last night. After the rough sex. After using up all that energy. After my name in his mouth. After falling asleep naked with his arm locked around my waist like he had not been planning to pretend in the morning.
Maybe it had not been that mind-blowing for him.
My heart squeezed at that thought.
After all, sex was a regular thing for him. He usually forgot the girl the next day. That was the reputation. That was the man I had asked for one night with, as if I could borrow him and give him back without noticing the missing pieces.
The thought did not make me feel good.
What was I hoping for?
That he would magically want to be in a relationship with me after one night of sex?
I had no right.
I had offered the deal.
I was the one who had to keep it now.
I checked a number I did not need to check. I drank water. I did not look at his cockpit when he climbed out. even though every part of me wanted to. Even though I could still feel the shape of him if I let my mind slip.
He pulled the helmet off.
Hair wet.
Eyes finding me for one second too long.
The look went through me.
One night.
I looked at the timing screen instead.
Friends.
Best friends.
Nothing more.
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I stood in the heat with his marks hidden under my clothes and last night still living between my legs, and I smiled at someone who asked if I was all right because that was what normal required.
I was not all right.
I was doing exactly what I had asked for.
And I had no idea how to survive it.
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Dex Morgan
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