Love In The Fast Lane Part 3

One of the hotel staff brought out a limbo stick and a line quickly formed for the party goers to take a turn to go see how low they could go.

After each patron came out gracefully on the other side, the crowd roared in encouragement.

Brielle took her turn and feeling a little brazen, shook what her momma gave her as she slid under the pole. The group clapped their appreciation and she actually got a few cat-calls. She laughed and found her place around the circle, clapping in encouragement for the next person.

A pair of warm hands came up behind her and rested on her hips. "Quite impressive for a shirt thief," the voice whispered.

Brielle whipped around and came face to face with Nate. "What are you doing here?" her eyes widened and her heart started to beat in double-time. But for some insane reason, she suspected it was from excitement rather than fear.

"I could ask you the same question."

Not wanting to give too much away about her whereabouts, she didn't exactly know this guy after all, she opted to keep it light and distant.

"I'm in limbo."

Nate smiled, hands still on her hips. "Did you have fun last night? I did until I lost my shirt." His voice was low and his breath warm on her neck as he dipped low to talk into her ear. The fine hairs on the back of her neck tingled all the way down to her toes.

Brielle pushed at him, feeling fl.u.s.tered. She looked up into his face and a.s.sessed his sea-green eyes; oh, he was really enjoying this.

"Look, last night was not a usual occurrence for me and it was a mistake. I'm sorry. I will return your shirt."

"Don't," he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "It looked better on you anyway."

"Brielle, is this guy bothering you?" Jose' came around and stood before them, looking ready to step in and protect a female.

"No I'm fi-"

"Hey! You're Nathan Wolfe," he leaned forward to shake his hand, any protectiveness he previously had was completely lost. "What a race today, bro! That final few laps, ay ay ay ay. When your tire developed that flat spot in the last two laps, I thought for sure you would drop a few places, but man did you keep up. Second place, not bad at all. You're in it to win it this season."

Brielle listened as the two men talked cars and racing. She was amazed at how Jose's chivalry died with fan worship. Men!

Brielle slipped away to join Emma and some of the others around the bonfire toasting marshmallows. She sat down and Emma handed her a marshmallow on a stick and two crackers. Glancing toward Nate, she found him watching her while he talked to Jose'. Even if she didn't want to admit it, the heat in his gaze made her ache for things she had no business aching for. She turned away and heated her marshmallow over the burning embers before sandwiching it between the two crackers. Adding some chocolate syrup she found on one of the picnic tables, she took a generous bite of her treat.

"So, I see your kissing driver is here," Emma commented gruffly.

"Yeah, I don't know what he's playing at though." She licked her fingers and studied her friend. "What's wrong? You look a little miffed."

Emma shrugged, trying for nonchalant but not quite achieving it. "Luca is here," she gestured behind her where he was throwing his head back and entertaining a group of adoring fans. What was it with these men and the crowds they pulled?

"Has he seen you yet?"

Emma grunted. "Who knows? I don't care. The gorgeous idiot. I'm going to shake what my momma gave me." With that she got up and shimmied over to the limbo pole. She was clearly out to prove a point and from the lascivious looks that Luca was giving her, he was receiving it loud and clear. n.o.body ignored Emma and lived to tell of it.

Brielle was amused. Nothing would ever get past Emma and she loved that about her friend. She never stood for being a wallflower. When Brielle turned back to face the fire, Nate started to sit beside her.

"What do you want?" she asked, a little surprised at his close proximity.

"What's that?" he countered, ignoring her question and gesturing toward her s'more.

His hard thigh was pressed up against hers and every surface he touched burned like a wildfire. "What do you mean? Haven't you ever had a s'more?

He shook his headed as she stared at him bewildered.

"How can you have never had a s'more? That's just not right. What kind of childhood did you have?" she asked incredulously.

Something in his green eyes darkened and before she could place it, it was gone and his expression once again became mischievous. She was still trying to figure it out when he leaned toward her and, still staring into her eyes, took a bite of her s'more.

His closeness reminded her of the night before when she had been so willing in his arms and how that soft mouth was so skilled at making her feel s.e.xy.

"Not bad," he commented, "could use more chocolate."

Brielle was suddenly very turned-on and thought about chocolate syrup and nakedness. What was wrong with her? She needed a change of pace. "So, you're a driver, huh?" she asked. "You made me think you drove for some local team or something. You must have gotten a real kick at how stupid I sounded, asking you those questions."

Something in his expression sobered. "Actually, it was revitalizing to be anonymous for a change. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come across facetiously. I didn't think it mattered."

She shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "You can drive, I'll give you that much."

He smiled a wide, c.o.c.ky smile that showed s.e.xy lines around his full mouth. "I know."

"Confident much?" she smiled. "So, that's why you're in Sao Paulo?"

Nate nodded. "It's a long season and it's all over the world; for this week, it's Brazil."

"Nice life."

"It has its moments." He looked out across to the ocean and Brielle took a good look at him. He really was beautiful. His strong, square jaw was cleanly shaven and his brown hair looked like he had just woken up and run his fingers through it, in a very s.e.xy way. His white t-shirt stretched across his strong chest and defined biceps as he leaned forward to put his forearms on his knees. "So, have you done anything exciting in the past twenty-four hours, Brielle? Besides petty thievery?" He smirked at her and d.a.m.n if it wasn't the s.e.xiest thing she had ever seen on a man.

"Not yet."

He stood up and she was disappointed that he was going to leave. But instead, he held out his hand to her, "Come on, I want to show you something."

She surprised herself by taking his hand. They walked about a mile up the beach before they came to a rocky area. He held her hand as he helped her climb up and over, pulling her into a small cave.

"Oh my gosh, this place is beautiful." Inside the cave was the bluest water she had ever seen. A small waterfall introduced clear, fresh water into the cave pool. The blue reflected off the smooth walls and cast a bright blue glow. "I've never seen anything like this."

Brielle ran her fingers along the smooth wall as she walked toward the pool. She bent down at the edge and dipped her fingers in the cool water. "This is amazing, Nate. Thank you for sharing it with me."

Turning around, she collided with his hard body. He reached out and steadied her with his strong arms and she found herself clutching the front of his t-shirt. Before she could think twice, she stepped on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his. He went still for a few seconds before he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Oh, this man could kiss. She pushed her crotch into his, wanting to feel every part of him. He explored her mouth with his and brought his palm up to touch her face while the other expertly unzipped her hoodie. She pushed both her hands into his just-s.e.xed hair and pulled herself up to get more of him.

He groaned deep in his throat as he pulled slightly away from her, eyes glazed over with desire. Her sweatshirt slipped from her arms and he stepped back to take in the lacy tank top that accentuated her amazing b.o.o.bs. "Wow," he whispered. "You are so beautiful."

And how beautiful he made her feel just by the way he was looking at her.

"If you are going to stop this then you better do it now. I want to have s.e.x with you, Brielle, so if you have any qualms about it, then best you say so now before I have my way with you."

He didn't wait five seconds before he reached for her again. They were all hands and mouths as they tore off each other's clothes down to their underwear. Feeling brave and so very unlike her usual mousey self, Brielle reached for his hand and led him into the blue pool. The water was surprisingly warm as she stepped in and the unexpected temperature merely heightened her need. As Nate was getting in, she made a show of losing her bra and panties. Brazil was really doing some things to her personality.

He'd dropped his boxers before stepping in and stood before her in his confident naked glory. He was a site to behold. She touched the fine hairs on his ripped chest and traced the hard ridges of his six-pack, before following his happy trail down to his throbbing erection. Gosh, he was big and hard. She stroked his velvety skin and ma.s.saged the plump head, spreading the moisture with her thumb.

"Christ, Brielle," he swore and dropped his forehead to hers. "What are you doing to me?"

"Having my way with you," she parroted him, a s.e.xy smile creeping over her lips.

He grinned and reached for her again.

Holding onto her hips, he tasted her again, savoring the feel of her full soft lips. He ma.s.saged his thumbs into her stomach, teasing her with his touch. He bent his head and sucked her puckered nipples into his mouth, one at a time. He laved his tongue around them, sucking them into points that almost broke her with sensation, before switching between them. His hands travelled up and down her spine, sending darts of awareness through her entire body. He cupped her a.s.s and pulled her harder against him, his mouth still sinfully torturing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He traced the creases of her groin before settling over her molten heat. His fingers dipped between her damp folds, painfully slowly, and she just about came apart.

"You're so wet for me."

"Nate, I need you in me NOW." She begged.

"We haven't even started yet baby."

"I won't last," she whimpered and rubbed up against his skilled fingers.

Slowly he slid a finger into her and caressed her sensitive nub with his thumb, coaxing her to the very edge. Brielle lost all thought as she ground her body against his hand, holding on to every ounce of feeling that swept through her and in the next instant, she burst. Her o.r.g.a.s.m ripped out of her so full and sudden that all she could do was grip onto Nate's shoulders.

Nate lifted her up and plunged her onto his thick, hot erection as her body still pulsed. She cried out in pleasure, savoring this amazing sensation as she started to move on him, creating an unbelievable friction. He filled her so fully and completely; she'd never experienced anything like it before. She pressed down, taking him as deep as she could and felt him ma.s.sage and soothe every muscle within her channel. Her insides started to tighten and her o.r.g.a.s.m pulsed through her once again. Her body betrayed her as she threw her head back and rode out her release. As she was coming back to earth, she felt his o.r.g.a.s.m take over and he pulled her close as he savored his own release, their bodies pressed together and their ragged breaths filling the silence.

"You ok?" he asked.

Brielle nodded, not finding her voice.

"s.h.i.t!" he said suddenly, pulling her off him.

"What?" she asked, alarmed.

"We forgot the condom." He looked angry and panicked altogether.

"It's ok," she a.s.sured him, not sure if it was actually ok. "I have an IUD. Pregnancy proof. As long as you're clean, I'm ok."

"I'm clean." He looked slightly relieved, but not by much. "I've never had unprotected s.e.x before." His arm was still around her naked waist, holding her against him. "The feeling was incredible." He smiled then and the awkward moment pa.s.sed.

Brielle didn't know what to say. She had also never had unprotected s.e.x but even if she had, she doubted it would even compare to s.e.x with Nathan Wolfe.

"But next time we will be prepared. I don't want to have children, ever."

Such a bold statement. Brielle ignored him; it didn't matter to her, he wasn't her forever man. He was just for right now, so his lack of interest in procreation wasn't her problem. "Next time?" she lifted her head and looked at him with a s.e.xy smile.

"Yes, I need to have you a few more times to get you out of my system."

The next afternoon, Nate knocked on Brielle's hotel room door. She wasn't expecting him but he figured he needed to get as much of her as he could in the next few days. And if he had come right out and said he wanted s.e.x, she probably would have turned and run in the opposite direction without so much as a second glance. No, he needed to woo her a little. He smiled to himself, remembering the conversation he had with Luca about that very idea just the other night. He couldn't believe he was wooing anyone for s.e.x right now. But Brielle wasn't that kind of girl. In the short time he'd known her, he figured out that much about her and he was surprised that he actually liked that.

Brielle's friend opened the door, looking all windswept. "Well, h.e.l.lo McDriver."

"h.e.l.lo...?"

"Emma." She moved aside and let him in. "Babe, your lover boy is here." She called into the suite.

The next minute he saw Brielle walk into the room, her hair piled high on her head, looking natural and beautiful. "Hey, what are you doing here?" her stark blue eyes looked searchingly at him.

"I thought I could take you on an adventure."

"Oh. I wasn't expecting you today."

Nate's gut tugged with diappointment. "Oh ok, do you have other plans today?"

"Well, Emma and I usually have things planned." She looked to her friend, a question in her eyes.

"Oh, please," Emma retorted, absently flipping through some channels on TV. "You kids go and have fun. I have a hot date with the mall."

"Are you sure, Em?"

"Of course," she waved them away. "Go and misbehave."

Brielle smiled at her friend and turned back to Nate. "What do you have in mind?"

"I want to take you drifting in the R8."

"Really? You can do that?"

"I'm the golden boy, I pull strings."

"Sounds great, let me just change."

A few minutes later she came out wearing a low cut skirt and a tank top and he was reminded of all the amazing spots his mouth had explored the night before.

When they reached the lobby, Nate gave his ticket to the valet and a few minutes later he pulled up with the pristine sports car. What a beauty!

Nate opened the door and Brielle stepped in, careful in her short skirt not to flash the people on the sidewalk.

They drove in companionable silence to the docks where the original drifting show took place.

"Did you make those marks?" she asked, referring to the black skid marks on the tarmac.

Nate smiled proudly, "Yes, I did." He reached behind him and pulled out a helmet. He placed it atop her head and fastened the straps into place. His knuckles grazed the underside of her chin and the smooth feel of her skin sent tingles down his spine. He doubled-checked her seatbelt and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Are you kidding me? What are you doing still sitting here? Let's get going."

He didn't need to be told twice as he took off in a wheel spin. He drove at high speed and as he rounded the corner, he lifted his hand break and the car made a neat half-moon around the containers. Beside him he could hear Brielle squeal with excitement. He decided he liked that sound as he took her along the course with more twists and turns, the smell of burning rubber thick in the air. Ten minutes later, he drove into an open s.p.a.ce and spun the car in a neat donut before coming to a stop.

He turned to look at her and she was wild with excitement. "I get it now. I see the appeal. That was fantastic!" she peeled off her helmet, unclipped her belt and leaned across to give him a peck on the lips.

But the minute their lips touched, it was over. Her excitement was tangible as she opened her mouth and tasted him, slowly at first but then quickly devouring every inch of his mouth. Nate released his seat and it drew back, giving him more s.p.a.ce to get to her. He pulled her across his lap and she straddled him, pushing her pelvis into him.

Holding his face between her palms, she kissed him like a crazed lover. He pulled down her tank top and bra and plunged his face between her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s. G.o.d she had amazing t.i.ts. He pushed them together with his big hands and pressed his mouth between them. She moaned and arched her back, giving him better access. He slid one finger into her wet panties and explored between her moist folds. Looking up into her face, she once again captured his mouth for a series of searing kisses. His finger explored her creamy center and she ground her s.e.x into his hand. He slipped one finger inside her and she nearly came apart. Tight and ready, she moaned in want. "Nate, I need more."

He slid a second finger into her and steadily stroked her inside while using his thumb to ma.s.sage her pulsing nub. He quickened the movements and felt her body contract in release before he heard her moan, "Oh, Nate, yes!"