Revived (Revved Series Book 2)(64)

I am getting on great with Kit, too, which is good, as he and India are really close.

We are in Budapest for this leg of the season. Jett, Kit, and India are with me.

I have managed to keep India out of the press since we started dating, but now that she is here with me, it is impossible. I’m staring down at the news on my iPad, and there is a picture of India and me that was taken yesterday at a sponsor event. She is detailed as my mystery blonde. I stifle a laugh at the term. But India being a mystery to the press won’t last long. When they realize she’s staying here with me and that she has a son, they will look into exactly who she is.

“Is that us?”

I didn’t hear her come up behind me.

I glance over my shoulder at her. She’s wearing my T-shirt. Her hair is all tousled from sleep and from when my hands were wrapped up in it when I was pounding inside her from behind. She looks fucking beautiful.

And she’s all mine.

“Yes. But they don’t know who you are yet, so we have still got a little more time of privacy.”

“It was bound to happen at some point, and at least they posted a nice picture of me.” She takes the seat opposite me, resting her bare feet up on the chair between my legs.

I put the iPad down on the table. “Are there any bad pictures of you? Because I highly doubt it.”

“Ones of when I was pregnant with Jett and I’d bloated to the size of a house.”

“I bet you looked beautiful while you were pregnant.”

“I really didn’t.” She laughs.

I slide my hand over the top of her foot, taking hold of it. She lets out a sigh of pleasure as I run the pad of my thumb along the arch in her heel.

“I’ll show you some photos of pregnant me when we get home, and you’ll soon change your mind.”

She ends with a giggle, and I just shake my head in disagreement. I will never see India as anything less than beautiful.

“God that feels good,” she comments on my foot rubbing skills.

“I am to please. And speaking of pleasing, I ordered breakfast for us.” I nod at the food on the table. “Are Jett and Kit up yet? Do you think they’ll want to eat with us?”

“Without a doubt, they’re still sleeping. And I’m pretty sure Kit said he was going to order food for them both.”

I originally had the two-bedroom suite booked for India, Jett, and me to stay in and a separate one-bedroom suite for Kit. But then Jett said he wanted to stay with Kit, so they’ve ended up in the two bedroom, and India and I have the one bedroom. I can’t say I’m disappointed with the sleeping arrangements. It means I get unfettered access to India, and she can make as much noise as she wants while I fuck her.

“They are coming to watch testing today though, right?”

She rests her head back, smiling at me. “Like they’d miss it.”

“Good.”

“And what are we doing tonight?”

“I thought we could all go out for a quiet dinner. Then, I need to get an early night, rest up for qualifying.”

“Sounds perfect.” Sitting up, her foot slips from my hand.

I watch as she comes over and straddles my lap. My hands go to her hips.

“Does that early night involve me at all?”

“All of my early nights involve you. I drive better after I’ve fucked you.”

“You haven’t driven since we’ve had sex,” she says.

“Yes, I have. Aside from practice for this upcoming race, I have driven in ten Prixs since we had sex the first time when I fucked you against the wall in your hallway, remember?”

Her cheeks flush red. “I remember.”

I push away the painful thought of those ten races I spent without her.

I have her now. That is all that matters.

“And my wins and overall points have been higher than ever before.” My hands slip under my T-shirt that she’s wearing. Feeling her soft skin beneath my hands, my cock starts to harden in my boxers. “I would say fucking you is my new pre-race luck ritual.”

“Hmm…is that so?” She raises a brow.

“Definitely. And I think I could do with some pre-race ritualizing right about now.”

Standing with her, she starts giggling, wrapping her arms around my neck. I carry her through to the bedroom and deposit her on the bed, and then I spend the next hour showing just how much good luck she really does bring me.





I’M IN LEANDRO’S TEAM GARAGE, standing between Kit and Jett, watching on the screen while Leandro fights to take first place in qualifying.

It’s such a different atmosphere, being here in the garage than it was watching in the stands at Silverstone. The vibe is intense as his team is on edge, wanting him to achieve pole position.