I creep around, listening in on Santi and Maya’s conversation. It’s not my fault they’re so loud and we share the same walls. Right?
I’m jealous of Santi. There. I put it out there.
Maya spends the whole morning before the race with him, hanging out while I spend the day by myself. She hides who we are from him because she doesn’t want to upset him or inconvenience him before the final Prix.
Unfortunately for the Alatorre siblings, I’m not above eavesdropping.
“What are you going to do once the season’s over?” Santi’s voice carries through the thin walls.
“Mm, I don’t know. I’ve started to fall into my own thing with my vlog. I have over 900,000 followers. That’s, like, amazing growth in a YouTube vlog career that started only eight months ago. The travel vlogging is nice, but YouTube F1 videos are what make me trendy and different.”
Pride in her voice brings a smile to my face. I watch her videos when I miss her or boredom strikes, or when Santi steals her away because Maya feels too guilty to say no.
We’ve already traveled with F1 for eight months, with Maya and I dating exclusively for the last four weeks.
“But is that really a job? Following me around?”
What an idiot.
“Uh. I don’t follow you around.” Maya’s voice hesitates, unsure how to handle Santi’s obliviousness.
“I don’t mean to put you down. But don’t you want a nice, stable job? One closer to home with less traveling? I can’t have you here forever.”
You can’t. But I can.
Or at least until Maya doesn’t want to be around anymore, if she doesn’t. We still need to find our footing together.
I think up opinions like I’m part of the conversation.
She lets out a deep sigh loud enough for me to hear. Never a good sign.
“I’m living in the moment. I’m young. I have time to figure my life out. You don’t know much about social media, but it’s growing—vlogging is a huge industry with good pay by views. And sponsorships.”
“That’s always your problem though. You may live in the moment, but you gotta grow up sometime. Are videos a career?”
“Wow…okay. I don’t know what made you so pissed off today, but you’re being a crappy brother right now. I’m going to take a walk.”
An idea hits me. I open the door to my suite the moment Maya walks past it, hurling her inside.
“What are you—”
My hand covers her mouth before she can get out another word. I bring my index finger up to my lips. Her eyes change from dull to gleaming because I can now change her mood for the positive. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I remove my hand from her mouth and lock the door behind her.
I check the time on the clock. We have thirty minutes before I need to check in at the pit.
“Think you can keep quiet?” I whisper. Her brother is a few feet away, and the walls are thinner than a fucking condom.
She bobs her head up and down, eyes lit with excitement.
“Always enthusiastic.” I trail a finger from her neck to her chest. My hands find the hem of her Bandini polo and pull it over her head, revealing a white lace bra that makes my dick pulse.
She toys with the zipper of my race suit.
“You look so hot in this. I almost don’t want to unzip it.” Her words bring a smile to my face.
I shut her up with a kiss because I don’t want to risk Santiago hearing us. My tongue explores her mouth, enjoying her exclusive taste, one I find addicting as hell. A magnetic energy flows around us, always pulling me back toward her. Not that I want to stay away. Our tongues dance and tease each other. Our kiss stifles her moan as my hands explore her body, my rough fingers brushing against her smooth skin.
My hands palm her perfect tits. I pull down the soft cups of her bra, revealing her perky breasts and tight, pink nipples. The best fucking sight. I trail wet kisses down her neck, sucking to the point of marking her. Fuck would I like to. But I move along because I don’t have enough time.
My dick throbs, rock-hard in my suit and craving her attention.
Her hands get caught up in my hair, tugging me along for encouragement. I’m a man on a mission with a time limit.
“Sh.” I rub the rough pad of my thumb against her lips.
Her heavy breathing might give us away. She nods, staring down at me while I pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth. Her back arches as she pushes herself closer to me. I suck one nipple to a solid point before moving on to the other, my tongue trailing along the divot in her chest.