Full Throttle (The Revved Series) (13 page)

Chapter Ten

Together Again

Late that first night, I finally hear from my star-crossed
lover. Well,
heard
is an overstatement. As I’m getting into bed,
exhausted and tense, a message pops up on my phone. I snatch up the device,
hungry for word of Harrison.

“Staying at another hotel,” it says, “See you as soon as I
can.”

That’s it.

All week leading up to the next Grand Prix, my phone is
glued to my hand. I try and keep my mind on my work, but some part of me is
always wondering about Harrison. Team McClain has him on lockdown, training hard
to give him an edge over my brother. For days, I don’t hear a thing. My nerves
are frayed, my mind dizzy. My dad and brother barely notice, except when it
begins to affect my work. Finally, on Thursday morning, Enzo insists that I
take the night off and relax.

I tell him that I’ll do my best.

I’ve been resisting the urge to contact Harrison, but I
can’t hold out any longer. I shoot him a text, asking him to meet me at a bar
far away from the hotel where my team is staying. After an agonizing wait, he
finally replies and tells me that he’ll be there. The rest of the day, my
nerves are like live wires. I try and calm myself down with a long soak in the
bath, scented candles, a glass of wine.

As I recline in the hotel bathtub, I let my thoughts stray
to Harrison. I remember that night in Barcelona, when he spent hours pleasing
me with his hands and his mouth. I can feel myself begin to ache, and let my
own lets stray down to that tender place between my legs. The moment I let
myself think of Harrison, I find myself right on the edge of coming. I roll my
fingers over that throbbing spot, remembering the feel of Harrison’s hands.
Pleasure ripples through my body, and I gasp at the intensity of the sensation.
Trembling, but finally a bit relaxed, I pick myself up out of the tub and ready
myself for the evening.

I arrive at the bar dressed in a simple LBD and soft,
natural makeup. The last thing I want is to let myself think this is some kind
of a date before having any idea where Harrison’s mind is. For all I know, he
could be completely repulsed by me, after my brother’s behavior in Barcelona.
Maybe I’m guilty by association, or relation, in his eyes. I order a glass of
wine for myself and am just taking the first sip when the door swings open and
Harrison walks in.

He looks as devastating as ever in black jeans and charcoal
tee shirt. In this tiny, quiet bar, he stands out like a super nova. His eyes
find me across the room, and a wave of relief washes over me. There’s no
resentment or anger in his gaze—only earnest desire. Harrison crosses the room
and sits down beside me, drinking me in with those baby blues of his.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” he says.

“Oh, I think I might,” I smile.

“I’d give anything to be able to kiss you right now, he tells
me, leaning in close.”

“Why don’t you then?” I ask, my heart hammering.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Absolutely.”

Harrison takes my face in his strong hands and brings his
mouth to mine. I stifle a moan as his lips brush against my own. I didn’t
realize how much I missed touching him, tasting him. It’s hardly been any time
at all, but I’m totally hooked on him. We break away from our kiss, grinning
like maniacs.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I say softly.

“How could I ever stay away from you?” he asks. “I’m so
sorry I couldn’t sneak away sooner. My keepers have me on quite the short leash
these days.”

“It’s OK,” I tell him, “Trust me, I get it. I just...I was
so afraid that you were through with me. After what happened at the race.”

“What?” Harrison says, “I thought for sure that you’d want
nothing to do with me after I flew off the handle and threatened your brother.”

“You were totally justified in that,” I tell him, “Enzo
crossed the line.”

“I don’t understand why he’s coming after me,” Harrison
says, shaking his head, “I guess he feels blindsided, but his attacks are way
too personal. I can’t back down, Siena. I can’t let him think he has me beat.”

“I know,” I say softly.

“And you still...want to see me?” Harrison says, “You don’t
think I’m the enemy?”

“I think...I don’t want to talk about my brother any more
tonight,” I say. “We have tonight to be alone together. Let’s actually be
alone, OK?”

“OK,” Harrison smiles, “But in that case...I think we’d best
find somewhere a little more private. I don’t know how much longer I can keep
my hands off you.”

I leave my barely-touched glass of wine sitting on the bar
as Harrison leads me to his car. We jump in and take off through the city
together. Harrison lets his hand rest just above my knee, and his touch is
making my head spin. We’re flying along the shoreline, the beautiful coast
sprawling out before us. Under Harrison’s command, the car sails along smooth
and fast. I don’t know what’s turning me on more, his hand on my thigh or his
impeccable driving skills. What can I say—I respect a man who knows how to
handle a car like this.

“Harrison,” I say, “Where are we going?”

“I haven’t a clue,” he laughs, “Know any sleazy motels?”

“Not off the top of my head,” I grin, “But I think I have a
better idea. Why don’t you pull over somewhere?”

His eyes snap toward me, brimming with surprise and
excitement. “Are you serious?” he asks me.

“You bet your ass I am,” I grin.

“You wouldn’t rather go the whole rose petals and smooth
jazz route?” he asks.

“What I want,” I say, resting my hand on his thigh, “Is for
you to pull this car over, take me in the backseat, and make good on your
promise to show me what you’re made of. Think you can handle that, Davies?”

In reply, Harrison swings the car off the main drag and down
a dusty trail overlooking the water. We screech to a halt on a cliff side
overlook, the city of Monte Carlo spread out before us. Without saying a word,
Harrison grabs me by the hips and pulls me into his lap. My dress bunches up
around my hips as I straddle him in the driver’s seat, bringing my lips to his
neck. I kiss him deeply as his hands run down my back, taking firm hold of my
ass and pulling me tightly against him. I can feel him growing harder by the
second as I run my tongue lightly against his skin.

“I don’t know how I managed to go so long without this,” I
moan.

“It’s only been a week,” he laughs, “Are you that crazy
about me?”

“And then some,” I tell him, running my hands along his
chest.

“Good,” he says, “That makes two of us.”

Harrison buries his strong hands in my curls and pulls my
face toward his. Our mouths move together, furious and searching. I writhe
against him as his hands find my breasts, and bite down on his lower lip in
excitement. In a frenzy, I slip my hands up under his tee shirt, feeling every
defined muscle of his chest. I lean back and tug the shirt up over his head,
making the car horn screech accidentally. I fall off of him, laughing, and
scramble into the back seat, looking mischievously over my shoulder, beckoning
him to follow. He certainly doesn’t need much persuading.

He kneels over me as I lay myself out before him. A dozen
tattoos are scrawled all across his chest and arms, and in the darkness I can
just make out the words inked below collarbone:
La
Vida Loca
. Looking up at my gorgeous, staggeringly built, insatiable
partner, I have to agree. This is the crazy life, indeed.

I arch my back as Harrison reaches around me and unzips my
dress. The garment falls away from my body, and I lay before him in a lacy red
bra and panties. He groans at the sight of my naughty lingerie, running his
hands along my slender waist.

“So you were
planning
to seduce me,” he teases, running his thumbs over my hard nipples, “No one
wears red lace without meaning it.” 

“If I’d had my druthers, I would have had you right in that
bathroom stall the first night we met,” I tell him, letting my knees fall open,
“But I think a car is a little more appropriate, don’t you think?”

“I’m not thinking much of anything except how incredible you
are,” he tells me, his eyes raking along my bare body, “You’re beautiful,
Siena. You drive me absolutely mad.”

“Harrison...I breathe, as he lowers his powerful body onto
mine, “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”

“But I do,” he tells me, snapping open my bra with ease,
“How I do...”

He rips the bra away from my body, sending it flying into
the front seat. I groan as his full lips close around my nipple. He flicks his
tongue against the tender little rise, sending sparks of pleasure straight down
to my throbbing sex. I reach down and snap open his belt buckle, hungry to feel
him in my hands. He slides his jeans and briefs down over his rock hard ass,
and I lower my eyes breathlessly.

“Oh my god...” I say, taking in the sight of him.

He tugs off my panties, and I take his hard member in my
hands. I can barely fit him in both hands and I work my fingers up and down the
length of him, drawing a satisfied moan from his throat.

“Jesus, Siena,” he says, his voice gruff. “You see what you
do to me?”

“I can show you much more...” I breathe, running my fingers
down along his stiff length. I slip out from under him and pull him to sitting
before me. I lower myself onto my knees and bring my lips to his chest. Working
my hands up and down his member, I let my lips trail down along the firm panes
of his pecs, further across every distinct ab. His fingers work themselves into
my hair as I plant a kiss just below his navel. I let my eyes flick up to his
as I lower my lips and, ever so slowly, take the very tip of him into my mouth.

“Fuck...” he groans, his hips bucking toward me.

I run my tongue along his sensitive expanse, taking as much
of him as I can into my throat. The sheer size of his manhood is staggering,
and I know that there’s no way I’ll be able to fit too much of him between my
lips. But I know full well how to make him feel amazing all the same. I keep my
hands rubbing along his shaft as my tongue flicks against his head. His
breathing quickens, and I can feel him growing harder with every lick and
stroke. I relish the taste of him, thrilled to be pleasing him just as he
pleased me the other night.

Just before he loses it, Harrison lifts me away and presses
my back down onto the backseat. I blink up at him in the low light, and see
that his eyes are gleaming with barely restrained abandon. He pushes my legs
open and poises himself above me. I steady myself, pressing my palms back
against the car door. I can feel the tip of him resting right against my slick
slit.

“I need you,” I whisper, “Please. Let me feel you...”

My words trail off as Harrison presses himself into me,
slowly parting my silky flesh. I’ve never had anyone so huge in my life. He
slips into me inch my inch, filling me more entirely than I could have ever
imagined.

“You’re so tight...” he growls.

“I’m not used to guys as big as you,” I gasp.

“You OK?” he asks.

“Better than that,” I say.

He rocks back and sinks in deeper, and I cry out in
pleasure. I can feel him in the very core of me, opening places I never even
knew existed. I grab onto his firm ass and pull him in deeper, leaning into his
every pass. His thrusts come harder, faster, and I meet every one. Our words
give way to moans and cries as we ride each other, bucking against the back
seat. The car windows fog up around us, shrouding us from the outside world.

My breasts billow against his chest as he lowers himself to
me, and I kiss him hungrily as he drives into me. I can feel a hot,
irresistible pressure building in my core, radiating out from our point of
connection. I’m getting so close to the edge, and my entire body is brimming
with sensation as he rubs against my clit with each powerful thrust.

“Harrison,” I cry, clutching onto his broad shoulders,
“I’m...I’m gonna...”

“Come with me,” he rasps, thrusting as hard as he can.

We topple over the edge together, bursting at the seams with
ecstasy. Rippling waves of sensation break through my body, as I hold onto
Harrison for dear life as I ride them. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed
blissfully as gushes into me, filling me up. My legs tremble uncontrollably,
and I give myself over fully to this unbelievable moment.

When the blazing burst of pleasure passes through us, we
collapse into each other, our chests rising and falling in time. My head falls
back against the seat, and Harrison rests his cheek against mine. For a long
moment, it’s all we can do to catch our breath. He pushes himself onto his
elbows, and smoothes the hair off my forehead, looking down at my dazed,
satisfied face. Am I crazy, or is there something shining in his eyes that goes
deeper than pleasure, further than lust?