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Callie was starting to lose control. She was grinding herself into a frenzy of uncontrollable pleasure, while beneath her, Drakes eyes had rolled back, his mouth was open and his back arched as she continued to ride him.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Harder and harder they went, until finally she could take no more; letting out a little shriek, instantly covering her mouth with both her hands, she rested back on him, feeling her inside suddenly go warm.

BEEEEEEEEEEE

The wire to the heart monitor was left swinging bedside as both patients arched their backs and opened their mouths, blinded by pleasure.

 

 

That was definitely a noise.

Mary turned on her heel and started heading back, her soft-soled shoes making gentle thuds on the hard floor.

As she went to open the door, her anxiety piqued, something telling her that she was about to find a dead body or something. She pushed the door open and...

There he was on the bed, amid a mess of disheveled covers.

“Are you okay?” she said.

“I’m...” he was breathing hard. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. You’re sweating. You look like you’re straight out of the gymnasium.”

“No, really.”

“Maybe you have a fever.” She glanced at the various equipment on the other side of the bed and started heading around.

“NO!”

The nurse looked startled.

“Sorry, I mean, I just, all I need is a glass of water. Please, could you get me one?”

Mary headed back out and closed the door behind her. He was a nice young man, but a bit strange. Maybe it was the effects of the accident.

Back in the room, Drake watched as Callie’s head emerged from the behind the bed, with a big smile plastered on the front of it.

“That was close.”

“It still is close!” he said with a big goofy grin. “Go!”

“I’ve got your...” she put her hand between her legs, smiling back.

“Go!”

He watched her disappear off in a slightly strange waddle, like someone who really needed the toilet.

A couple of minutes later, the nurse was back, taking his blood pressure and temperature and reattaching his heart monitor.

“Everything’s fine,” she said. “You must just have had a funny turn.”

“Yeah I guess so. I’m going to sleep for a bit. Can I have some privacy for a while?”

“No problem. I’ll back in an hour just to make sure you’re okay.”

 

 

There was a knock at the door. Drake straightened himself, ready for the nurse.

“Come.”

Callie walked in, looking ridiculously sultry for a hospital patient.

“I already did,” she said, biting her lip.

“You’re not the only one.”

“I noticed.” She floated towards the bed, with a playful smile. “I had to perform a minor clean-up operation when I got back to my room.”

My God, she was angelic. Though the spell was broken somewhat by a slight buckling of her legs as she walked. “I think I may have put my recovery back a day or two.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, feeling his rib cage.

She came closer, and planted a kiss on his pajama top, where his ribs were. And then another on chest. And then finally another on his lips. Their lips dissolved into each other and they kissed gently, tenderly, for a while, before just lying next to each other, connected.

“So...” he said.

“So?”

“I’m...” he hesitated. Dammit. Spit it out. “I’m—”

“Pregnant?” she finished.

He laughed, then the thought crossed his mind about her. She read his mind. “Don’t worry. They have these daily tablets nowadays. I don’t know if you’ve heard...”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “So what I meant to say is...”

“Go on...”

“Look... I’m sorry.”

“Oh, really? Whatever could you be talking about?”

Dammit, she was masterful at this teasing business. “I’m sorry for crashing into you.”

“Just the once?”

He propped himself up to address her, causing a stab of pain in his ribs. “Look, it’s just the way I am. I only know one way to race — and that’s to win.”

Callie’s face made the change from wistful to serious. “Me too. But I don’t need to take other drivers out.”

“It wasn’t all my fault this last time — you could have backed out, too.”

“But why should I? Hey everybody! Drake wants to win, so if you see him coming, make sure you get out his way, now! I’m in it to win, too. We all are. What would be the point otherwise? It’s called ‘auto racing,’ not ‘auto friends.’”

“Exactly! That’s my point. And I’ll do whatever is necessary to win.”

“Drake, if you can’t win without cheating, then I don’t see the point. That’s the difference between me and you.”

“Well, apart from...” he looked up and down her body.

“Yes, apart from...”

They chuckled together, and she leaned in and kissed him once more.

The door opened. Callie leapt to a sitting position. The nurse eyed them both suspiciously.

“We were discussing... race tactics,” said Callie, adopting an innocent expression.

The nurse harrumphed. “I don’t suppose there’s any point in me taking anyone’s blood pressure now, is there?”

The door closed again with the nurse on the other side.

“Okay, look. I promise to race fairly. Well, more fairly.”

She gave him a look.

“I’m not going to let you win,” he said, exasperated.

“I’m not asking you to. Just stop barging me off the track, that’s all.”

“Okay,” he said. “It’s a deal. But you know... you are my biggest rival.”

“You too,” she said, and dragged her lips across his stubble.

They snuggled up, her on top of the sheets and him underneath — nurses be damned — and she slid into a deep, satisfying sleep.

When she woke up the bed was empty, and all his things were gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

“I’m trying to run a professional racing team here.” Travis eyed the two of them in a headmasterly kind of way. “Accidents happen sometimes, sure. But there are simply no excuses for taking your teammate out.”

It was true — the biggest crime in their game was taking your team mate out. This kind of thing was a PR disaster, and made the team look ridiculous to sponsors, the press, the other teams... everyone. Drake fidgeted uncomfortably. Callie figured it wasn’t just for the accidents — she was still pissed at him for leaving her in the hospital like that. I mean, hell, at least he didn’t try to leave her the bill this time. But only because the insurance had it covered.

Travis obviously didn’t think the message was getting across to the two of them. “I don’t want you two banging into each other anymore! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?”

They both snickered, and she couldn’t help but flash him a wry smile. Her pubic bone was still tender from the collision — that of their two pelvises — and it was all she could do to stop herself thinking about them doing it.

Damn it. He was such a jerk, but that feeling of having him inside her. It was just the best. She couldn’t remember the last time she had such a strong orgasm. And she couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of hiding behind the bed, still wobbly from post-coital dizziness, her knees killing her, trying to stop his fluids from oozing back out of her. She was sure this wasn’t the kind of rehabilitation that the hospital had in mind.

Am I the only person who gets into these kinds of situations? Or is everybody else just not telling?

In a way, it was probably for the best that he’d slipped out and left her once again, even if it was apparently another one of his less-appealing habits. She needed to compete against this guy, and how could they do that if they got too close? Some might argue that riding your rival to climax was already closer than most rivals got. It certainly wasn’t a problem most racing drivers were familiar with.

 

 

So he couldn’t push her off the circuit again. That was fair enough, really. He’d never really felt comfortable with it as a tactic, and he did feel remorse about it; it was just so damned effective. But it was out of the question now, and not just because they’d discussed it. Seeing the impact of his actions had changed everything. There was something bigger at stake here: human life. And not just any human, but someone that he couldn’t help but admit he was deeply attracted to.

Damn it, that sex was so good. That had to be one of the sexiest moment of his entire life, coming to and finding her there, wanting him. And the pain in his chest as she rode him was just phenomenal — he could barely breathe — but there was no way he was going to ask her to stop.

And more than that. All those women he’d been with — and discarded — since he’d learned those hard lessons about love... the truth was that the moment he climaxed, within a second — no, a millisecond — he knew he didn’t want to be with them. His lust — perhaps even his need to prove that he could have her — had veiled his true feelings. In the bar, even in the bedroom, he could convince himself that they were someone he wanted — no, needed — but the instant the sex had come to an end, he was left with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. He didn’t feel pleased with himself for getting laid — he just felt disappointed, and wanted them to leave as quickly as possible.

But with Callie, it was different. He wasn’t leaving out of disappointment: he was leaving out of fear. Some part of him just wanting to succumb... to give in... to forget the championship, and just allow himself to fall for her. But then he only had to think back to how that had worked out the one previous time he’d allowed that to happen. He still had the tire tracks right across his heart from that one. No-one would ever get the chance to do that to him again.

Besides, he’d worked too hard to get where he was, and he wasn’t about to give that up now. Motor racing was all he had in life of any substance, and it was all about momentum. As soon as you stopped going forwards in your career, it was all over. You couldn’t afford to stall as a racing driver — there were so many other people surging towards the top, and so few opportunities in the upper echelons. You could still keep racing, but where would you get the money from with no prospects?

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