Page 147 of Until The Lights Go Out

I nudged his shoulder.

“I was thinking…” My fingers curled into the front of his shirt. “That if someone had told 16-year-old me that I’d end up here”—I looked up at him—“I don’t think she would’ve believed them.”

His expression softened into that impossibly gentle smile reserved only for me. “I think she would’ve hoped.”

The words settled somewhere deep inside me. Maybe he was right. Because beneath all the heartbreak…beneath the anger…beneath the grief of losing him…I’d never really stopped hoping.

“Alright Maisey baby, let me get you out of your head,” he whispered. Theo’s arms reverently went down my body before he pressed his hands behind each of my thighs.

“Up,” he commanded with a rasp. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my thighs around him as he brought us to the couch. There was nothing this man loved more than being on his knees and worshipping me. It was something I learned rather quickly, something I had come to crave when we snuck away from the paddock.

“You are so beautiful,” he praised, kissing me hard. “God, Maisey.” His voice was a mess of raspy sounds, and something about the desperation of it made me melt. Pleasure shot through me at his touches and hot breath against me. My hands dipped between us, and I was frantically fighting with a zipper, tugging it down. His palms against me were impatient, frenzied. He kissed a humming approval inside my mouth at my action as I reached inside his briefs and closed my fingers around him. He groaned hard against me, as if in physical pain waiting for me to move my hand, desperate for friction. He felt so full in my hand I practically gasped at how hard he was.

“Ladies first.” I kissed up his neck, my teeth grazing his skin as I dragged a finger over his cock. A bead of wetness sitting there waiting for me, I circled him once, twice, thrice. I pulled my hand away, and another pained groan came out of Theo while I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked.

“Fuck,” he ground out, jaw clenched, eyes tracking my movements. “You’ve had a taste, now it’s my turn for dessert.” His hands were at my waist now, brutal touches as he dragged down my skirt painfully slowly. His eyes darkened and locked in on mine. He made quick work of throwing it behind him as he moved up, finding my underwear soaked through. He smirked knowingly as he dragged a finger over my center once, twice, thrice.

“Fucking tease,” I ground out, feeling on edge, gripping the couch on either side of me.

“You fucking love it,” he said, shoving aside my underwear and sliding two fingers inside me while thumbing my clit.

“O-Oh,” I gasped at the sudden intrusion, immediately wanting more. My body hummed in response as he pushed in and out, slowly at first before reaching a punishing pace. I was quickly falling over the edge, my chest heaving and hoping that the padded walls around us were as soundproof as promised because a scream erupted out of me. Pleasure blurred my sight, so close until he pulled out, leaving me cold. Theo smirked as my eyes darted to him, chest heaving breaths at the sudden lack of touch. He took his two drenched fingers and put them in his own mouth.

“Fucking delicious,” Theo growled.

Fuck.

“That all?” I arched an eyebrow, egging him on. The thing about Theo was he was so easy to mess with. It made my skin buzz in excitement as his hands reached out and gripped my hips, pulling me forward, then dropped lower, his breath hot against my core.

“Not at all.” I could feel his smirk against me, and soon I was gasping again. Hour-long scores should’ve been written about how Theo Bauer knew how to use his tongue. I was ready to wax poetic when he moved his fingers in time with his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck! Theo!” I screamed out, my hands going to his hair, tangling in the strands as I reached my climax. It washed over me in waves of ecstasy as Theo slowed his movements, letting me come down. He reemerged with a smirk on his face, wiping his mouth with his right hand, the tattoo of my handwriting flashing.

“I’m not even close to finished with you, Red.”

“I hope not,” I said with a sigh. He pulled me to him, wrapped my useless legs around him, and lifted me. He sat himself on the couch this time and situated me on top of him. His hard length pressed into me. I melted under his touch, his hands gently raking up my body. Soon they held either side of my face.

“Perfect,” he sighed as he rubbed a thumb over my chin. He grabbed my left hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the scars there. “Perfect,” he said again. It felt so long ago now that I was covering them, afraid, embarrassed of the reaction of a scarred hand, of the looks and whispers. But they were a part of me, a part of my story and my strength. I wore them proudly now, of what I had endured and come out of.

Theo’s kisses became deeper as he pulled me down to his lips again. I ground against him, his hard length rubbing against me just right for me to let out a groan inside his mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance, but I let Theo win as he shoved down his underwear and positioned himself under me, lining up just so. He was guiding me down onto his cock with little restraint, his hold on my hips trying to go slow. The first few inches glided in easily, my eyes closed on a breathless whimper, wanting him to hurry up, needing more, needing him.

“Theo,” I moaned, letting my head fall back. He kissed my exposed neck, his tongue sliding up it as I dropped down onto him, fully seated with a gasp. I felt so warm, pliant against him as I took him deeper. Some part of me acknowledged that I could come like this, so easily, as I dragged myself slowly back up then down again with his hands guiding my hips. It was always this good with Theo, the perfect amount of vulnerability, of soft and slow and needy and frenzied. I had never felt as fully loved and adored by anyone as Theo made me feel. He whispered how perfect I was over again through rushed kisses and groans. I was sure there were people wondering where we were. His jumpsuit hung on the back of the door, needing to be put on. It was a race weekend after all. But athletes were a suspicious lot, and Theo had insisted that I needed to be well and thoroughly fucked before he could get out on track and win.

And one simply could not break a pre-race tradition.

Our movements got faster and more desperate right as we heard a harsh knock at the door.

“Bauer! Five minutes!” Sebastian yelled on the other side. My eyes went wide at the intrusive noise breaking us from our bubble. Theo only smirked and pushed into me harder and faster. My mouth opened on a gasp, and Theo quickly clamped a hand down over it. I bit into his skin as he picked up his pace. We both came at the same time, coming down in broken breaths and gasps for air.

“You’re my favorite good luck charm, Maisey baby.” Theo smirked after we caught our breath. He leaned in to kiss me again, slow this time, a kiss that was so full of love it made chills wrap around my arms and the butterflies in my stomach rattle back to life.

I swung my leg over and straightened out my ruffled shirt, pulling my skirt back on. I reached down and threw my underwear at his face.

“Better go win, Bauer. And don’t you dare fuck up Turn 4 after the straight.” I smirked before sliding my heels back on and slipping out the door.