Page 15 of Drive Me Wild (Drive Me #2)

FIFTEEN

THEO

I wouldn’t say I’m a selfish guy, but I’ve never flown a woman I’m not sleeping with somewhere just because I know it’ll make her happy. But for Josie? I didn’t have to think twice about it. I’d sell one of my kidneys on the black market to keep a smile on her face. God knows the favors Martin had to pull, but I’ve learned not to ask questions.

We start our first race-free morning at a local patisserie that has tall glass cases filled to the brim with croissants, palmiers, colorful fruit tarts, and golden baguettes. Josie takes her time reading the daily specials written on a black chalkboard behind the counter before choosing a passion fruit and raspberry éclair.

Once we’ve collected our pastries, we settle into a small table near the open doorway to the kitchen. The scent of berry galettes cooling and chocolate chips melting makes my stomach rumble. I eagerly bite into my croissant as Josie chatters about what she wants to do first. Her itinerary is jam-packed with everything from locating the Roman ruins to traipsing down the cobble-stoned alleyways littered with half-timbered homes to checking out the Medieval architecture. She’s pronouncing a church in a French accent that’s worse than mine when Martin calls me.

I pick up, knowing he’ll keep trying until I answer. “Hey, can I call you later? I’m kind of busy.”

“No,” Martin says, his voice urgent. “McAllister just moved up all the sponsorship meetings.”

“I’m on the phone, too,” a voice I recognize as Russell’s pipes in. “And I highly suggest un-busying yourself, mate.”

Shit. It’s not going to be good if Martin called in Russell as reinforcement.

“You’re not supposed to surprise someone with a three-way,” I mutter, much to the amusement of Josie. “When did it get moved to?”

“Today,” Martin says hesitantly.

The croissant in my hand crumbles to small flakes as I crush it in my fist. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Josie tilts her head and mouths, “Are you okay?” I force myself to smile and shoot her a thumbs up.

“As much as I love fucking with you, this is not one of those times.” Martin sighs through the phone. “The meetings start in an hour. At McAllister’s HQ.”

My hands grow clammy, the flakes of my crushed pastry sticking to my skin. “Well, that sucks, considering I didn’t pack my teleportation pants. How the hell did they get away with changing it so last-minute?”

“Apparently, they did it weeks ago,” Martin admits gruffly. “We were just conveniently not told.”

On a scale of one to screwed, I’m getting royally fucked up the bum.

“This is fixable, Theo,” Russell says hurriedly. “You join the meetings virtually, act like nothing’s wrong, and show Avery that he’s not getting to you. That you’re here to stay. Be the bigger man.”

I don’t flinch at Avery’s name; it’s no surprise he’s behind the so-called miscommunication of the moved meetings. Missing one isn’t great, but also not the end of the world. But missing an entire afternoon of back-to-back meetings with McAllister’s biggest sponsors—a.k.a the people and companies whose money secures my ability to race? Not great. Not great at all.

Hanging up the phone a few minutes later, I shoot Josie a pained smile. “Change of plans, angel.”

Josie is completely understanding about the whole thing, promising she’s fine on her own. While that may be true, it doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Plus, the idea of her walking around a new city alone makes my stomach tighten. I don’t like it.

I make her share her location with me, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I owe Blake an apology for giving him shit whenever he worries about Ella’s whereabouts. Knowing bulky guards are protecting her would most definitely calm me down.

To try not to seem like a complete overprotective stalker, I wait until after the first meeting before checking in.

Theo Walker

How’s it going? Have you tried every flavor of ice cream the city has to offer yet?

Josie responds thirty painstakingly long minutes later by sending me a selfie—her cheeks are wind-burned, hair tied back into a high ponytail, pearly white teeth standing out against the deep pink color of her lips. Grinning next to her is a gray-haired gentleman with wrinkles older than a bottle of wine from the First World War.

Theo Walker

I leave you alone for a few hours and you find yourself a sugar daddy?

Josie Bancroft

That’s Claude. I’m on a guided tour, and he’s my walking buddy/new friend.

Theo Walker

Walking buddy? Bancroft, he’s ancient. There’s no way that man is walking anywhere but the nearest bench.

Rather than telling me to “play nice,” Josie replies with another photo of her and her new bestie. They’re wearing matching smiles in front of some ancient-looking church.

We text back and forth a few more times before I focus my attention back on the meeting. It’s mind-numbingly boring to listen as our sponsors go over numbers, statistics, and ROI. None of us race for the money. I mean, yes, it’s a nice perk, but you don’t spend years dedicating yourself to a sport for a paycheck. You do it because you love it, because honestly, the money part ends up being the most frustrating and least pleasant part to deal with.

The meeting wraps in the late afternoon and I slam my computer closed with a resounding thump .

Fuck Avery . Missing that meeting would’ve been detrimental. There’s nothing worse than sponsors thinking you’re not fully committed to winning, and therefore bringing in money. Especially when your contract is up in the air.

I take a shower to relieve some tension and am drying off when someone timidly knocks on my hotel room door.

“I’m not here,” I call out. A.k.a go the fuck away .

I’m in a pissy mood, I can’t help it. No part of me wanted to spend my day looking at Avery’s face through my computer screen. Not when I could’ve been walking behind Josie, taking in the sight of her arse while she took in the sights of the city.

Another knock comes a few seconds later. Take a fucking hint . “Go away,” I shout. “Please.”

That doesn’t work either, because the gentle knocking goes to full-blown smacks. I swing the door open, ready to yell at whoever it is, but swallow back my anger once I see it’s Josie.

“Oh.” I rub my forehead to ease the pounding. “Hey.”

Josie pushes past me and into the room without saying a word. I shut the door behind me before tightening the towel wrapped around my waist.

When Josie turns around to face me, her eyes roam across my half-naked body and my skin ignites with desire. Touch me , taste me, tease me. Brushing a hand through my still wet hair, I stay silent as she continues her appraisal. She somehow looks completely innocent and promiscuous as fuck.

It may sound cocky, but there’s a reason I’ve been included in People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive list multiple times. I take care of my body, train regularly with Russell, eat a balanced diet of carbs, proteins, and vegetables, and try to get at least seven hours of sleep a night. The way Josie’s staring at me? I’m self-conscious for the first time in my entire life—every part of my body feels exposed.

Neither of us says a word, but the heated tension swirls in front of us like an invisible wall.

“I want you.” Her voice is steady, but a wild pink color washes her cheeks.

It’s only been six hours since we last saw one another, and nothing about her behavior this morning indicated we’d be doing anything unclothed tonight. I take a small step forward to test the waters. “Did spending time with an old man make you horny for a young one?”

“You should be thanking that old man,” Josie says seriously. “He’s the reason I’m… applying for benefits. Friends with benefits. Not credit card benefits. Obviously.”

My laugh is loud and long. “Do I want to know?”

Josie shrugs weakly, shifting from the balls of her feet to the heels. There’s no reason for her to be nervous. All I’ve wanted to do since we first slept together is have a sequel. I frame her face with my hands, smiling down at her anxious face. She searches my eyes for some indication that I want the same, some reassurance that I want her as badly as she wants me.

I answer her with a kiss that’s like London’s fog—lazy, thick, and overpowering. Her lips press against mine in equal passion, our tongues dancing and twisting. When her fingers trail across the fuzz leading down my lower abs to where my towel sits on my hips, I let out a deep groan and lean back.

“Are you sure,” I take a strangled breath, “you want to do this?”

She bites her full lip in cute nervousness, then slowly tugs the damp towel from my waist. It pools at my feet and my dick springs up, tall and hard like a flagpole. Josie hesitantly wraps her warm hand around me and asks me something, but it goes in one ear and out the other. I’m too focused on how she’s slowly stroking me, making me somehow harder than I thought was humanly possible. I’m like goddamn Iron Man .

“Jos,” I say, panting as she finds a rhythm. “You could ask me to steal the Declaration of Independence right now, and I’d say yes. Can you repeat yourself?”

She bursts out laughing. “Did you seriously just bring up the plot to National Treasure while my hand is wrapped around you? Because Nicolas Cage is a total boner-killer.”

“Ask me the question again while your hand isn’t,” I hiss as she swipes her thumb over my tip, swiping away the pre-cum, “jerking me off. Please.”

Her hand falls to her side, and I immediately miss the feel of her warm palm against me. “Will you promise me that whenever this ends, we’ll still be friends?”

I ignore the prick of pain the words whenever this ends elicits and cup her cheeks in my hands. As she looks at me with wide eyes that could melt a glacial snowcap, I momentarily lose my train of thought. I’d steal any country’s government documents if she fucking wanted me to, hand on my dick or not. “Jos. You’ll always be my friend. Sex isn’t going to change that.”

My breathing becomes quick and shallow as she leaves a trail of wet kisses down my body. She looks up at me when she’s on her knees, maintaining eye contact as she licks up the length of my cock. I almost come right there and then. I desperately try to keep my eyes trained on her as I disappear into her mouth, but my head keeps lolling back in pleasure.

Each time I’m about to come, she changes to a painstakingly slow pace to keep me on edge. After the third or fourth time, I thread my fingers through her hair, an unspoken message that she better not tease me anymore.

“Good girl,” I moan as she finally takes me deep in her throat. It doesn’t take long before I lose control to an earth-shattering orgasm. Pleasure washes through me as I explode in Josie’s mouth, letting her swallow my salty release.

I tug her up from her knees, desperate to feel her lips on mine. Parting her swollen lips with my tongue, we get lost in a hungry kiss. I’m not sure how long we stand there before I finally manage to drag my lips from hers and place gentle kisses against her neck. The soft mewling noises she makes have me hard once again, even though I came no less than ten minutes ago.

“Pick a number,” I say while unbuttoning Josie’s jeans. She’s way too overdressed for what we’re about to do. “One through five.”

“Excuse me?” Josie laughs, shimmying out of her lacy lavender thong. I focus on removing her shirt because I’m desperate to be reunited with the breasts that’ve taken up an insane amount of my head space these past few weeks. “Why?”

I’m too distracted to answer her. The dusky pink tips of her nipples are beaded in pleasure. I cup a honey soft breast in each hand, gently kneading them with my calloused fingers. Josie’s chest heaves as her breathing quickens.

“Number,” I remind her. My hands roam everywhere—her heavy breasts, her smooth stomach, her plump ass.

“Two,” Josie decides breathily. “Why do I need to choose a number? I’m not at the deli waiting to order cold cuts.”

“Cold cuts?” I laugh incredulously. “Nah, baby, that’s the number of orgasms I’m going to give you.”

I capture her lips against mine with new urgency, gently pushing her toward the bed. Once she’s on her back, I take my sweet time exploring her breasts the way I’ve wanted to. The way I have in my mind every time I’ve jerked off since we first got together. “Fuck Tom and Jerry. I’m naming your ti?—”

Josie interrupts me with a groan. “Do not make me regret this, Theo.”

I promptly shut my mouth and go back to stroking her breasts with my hands and tongue until her body’s squirming underneath mine for relief. When I slip a hand between her thighs and feel how wet she is, I let out a carnal growl. I drag a finger up and down, feeling how much she wants me. Her body is immediately receptive, and she spreads her legs further apart.

“Theo,” she mumbles, arching her back as I tease her. “Don’t tease me. Need it.”

“Need what, gorgeous?” I move my fingers closer to her entrance, pausing right before giving her what she wants. “Use your words.”

“Your… your fingers.” Her voice is breathy, firm breasts rising and falling heavily with each strangled breath she takes. “Your mouth. Anything. Please.”

She doesn’t see my smirk because her eyes are closed in pleasure. “Only because you asked nicely, angel.”

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them until I find the rough patch I’m searching for. Josie sucks in a startled breath as I stroke her sweet spot. I swirl my tongue against her clit until she cries out, trapping my head between her thighs. There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be held captive. Her body spasms uncontrollably as she rides the waves of her pleasure.

“One done,” she says, lifting her hand.

My face falls into her stomach. “Are you… are you high-fiving me right now?”

“Trying to! You’re halfway to fulfilling your promise.” She wiggles her fingers. “Don’t leave me hanging, babes.”

“I’m an overachiever, Jos,” I remind her, slapping my palm against hers. “Two is the bare minimum .”

Quickly grabbing a condom out of my bag, I roll it on with deft fingers. Josie watches me, her brown eyes filled with undisguised arousal. She parts her legs, inviting me in, and I RSVP with a resounding yes .

I stretch my body over hers, resting my elbows on her sides so I don’t completely crush her. Entering her again is my own personal nirvana. My instincts tell me to rush after the release I’m desperate for, but I need to last long enough for Josie to be completely satisfied and begging for more. I want to soak in her little moans and whimpers, slowly pleasing her until she’s melting in the palm of my hand.

Our bodies move together in total harmony, and each stroke prompts a moan from her that’s sexier than the last. She’s like a fucking drug—I don’t know where or who I am and I don’t give a damn. I just want more.

“Keep your eyes open,” I command, the fierceness in my voice shocking me. “Look at me, baby.”

Her fluttering eyes snap open and she captures her lips against mine. Our bodies grind against one another in slow, insistent circles, never missing a beat. It’s not long before Josie’s whimpering into my neck, tightening around me as another orgasm takes hold of her.

Two for two.

“You feel so good, baby,” I murmur into her ear, resting my forehead against hers. “Been dreaming about your pussy for weeks.”

The aroma of her perfume is earthy and floral, sweet and sensual. I lose track of time as I rock inside her. I switch off between brushing my lips against her neck and nibbling on her earlobe, the neglected areas soft and desperate for attention.

It takes me a while to realize the gasping noises hanging in the air are coming from my own mouth. I’m so deep in her that I could get lost, and fuck it, I wouldn’t want to be found. My entire body vibrates with need, and I see a kaleidoscope of color as I finally abandon myself to an orgasm, groaning in blissful agony and satisfaction. It sets off a chain reaction and Josie once again shudders around me, stifling a moan by shoving her face into the pillow.

I stay inside her, too spent to move, until she informs me that I’m suffocating her beneath my weight. I slip my now soft cock out of her warmth and roll onto my back, pulling Josie’s body so it’s pressed against mine.

“Should we harmonize the chorus of ‘I Just Had Sex,’” Josie asks, still breathless. “Or would that totally kill the vibe?”

We both start laughing, our bodies shaking against one another.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that much,” Josie admits a few minutes later. “From a man, at least.”

A smirk of pride sits on my lips. Suck on that, Andrew. What he couldn’t do in two years, I did in an hour. And we’re just getting started.

“Pick another number,” I reply happily. “One through ten.”

She lifts her head up, eyes lidded and dripping with pleasure. I love seeing this look on her face, knowing it’s me causing it and giving her something no one else can. The way she absentmindedly licks her lips makes my dick twitch again.

“Twelve.”

“Good answer,” I say before weaving my hands through her hair. “My goal is fifteen.”

I didn’t think sex with Josie could get any better than it did the first time, but I’m glad I was wrong. We’re about to have our own twenty-four-hour endurance race.