Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Smiling, I pushed past him and slid into the driver’s seat. “The winner drives.”
Adamo raised his hands, palms facing my way. “All right.” As always, the sight of his tattooed key warmed my heart.
After a few minutes of driving, the lights of the celebrations weren’t visible anymore. I parked the car off to the left of the road and turned the lights off, bathing us in darkness.
Stepping out into the cool night, I took a deep breath. I loved living in camp, the chaos and noise. I loved Roman, his stubbornness and recklessness. But I also loved these small slices of alone time that Adamo and I carved out for ourselves. I hopped on the hood of my car and Adamo pushed between my legs almost right away, slinging his arms around my waist and jerking me against his body. His erection pressed against my crotch, making me moan. We hadn’t had the energy to sleep with each other in the last seven days, but the thrill of winning had awakened my libido.
“You deserve a prize for winning,” Adamo murmured. “Lie back.”
I lowered myself to the still-warm hood. Adamo’s lips and tongue traced my belly as his fingers opened my pants and slid them down. Peering up at the sky, the myriad of stars twinkling beautifully against its black canvas, my lips parted in a low moan as Adamo’s mouth found my center. I fought the urge to close my eyes as the pleasure rose higher, tightening a knot deep in my core. I came with a cry, the stars in the sky blending with the lights bursting before my eyes as the sensations overwhelmed me.
Soon Adamo wrapped his arms around me once more, pulling me up against him, and we made love. The stars became meaningless as our gazes locked. We didn’t look anywhere but at each other until we came and lay spent on the hood, wrapped up in each other, my leg thrown over Adamo’s hip.
“How long do you think will we continue to live this nomad life?” I asked breathlessly.
Adamo kissed my hand then my cheek. “Until we’re old and gray, or old and bald in my case.”
“You have thick hair. You won’t go bald.”
Adamo chuckled. “That’s your main concern.”
I nudged him hard. “You think we can still race cars when we’re eighty? I doubt we’ll win a single qualification race.”
“Do you want to settle down in a nice suburb?”
“Yeah, right,” I said sarcastically, then yawned. It had been a long day but lying in Adamo’s arms under the night sky, listening to the soft whoosh of the wind and the occasional chirp of a cricket was too good to exchange it for sleep.
“Let’s just take it one day at a time. That always worked really well for us, don’t you think?”
“It worked perfectly,” I said. “I still can’t believe we’re here today, married with a child, without a war between our families at our back. Maybe it’s karma’s way of making up for the shitshow that was my childhood.”
“Maybe,” Adamo murmured. “Or maybe you just fought for your happiness, like I did.”
“I am happy,” I said—sometimes it was still hard to believe. “As a teen, I always thought I’d end up as a depressed, chain-smoking mid-thirty single lady with a drinking problem who’d die of lung cancer or a liver cirrhosis.”
Adamo burst out laughing. “Our emo teen selves would have had a field day together. I thought I’d either die of an overdose or because Remo killed me.”
“I guess it’s good that we didn’t cross paths during that time.”
“I’m just glad that we met. I can’t imagine life without you in it.”
I brought my face even closer to his. “Every day since you’ve been in my life has been better than any day before we met.”
I kissed him and he pulled me even closer until I could hardly breathe, but I clung to him. “There won’t ever be another day without you in my life.”
THE END