Just Drive

by Devyn Sinclair

Grayson de Clare, Team Principal of the Paragon Formula 1 Team, was hot. Smoking hot. I was a professional and was going to act like it, but damn the man was attractive. The Alpha in him practically dripped through the screen. Not to mention he was dressed my favorite way. A crisp white team shirt with all the sponsor logos. But it wasn’t the shirt that made my mouth water. It was that he had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off forearms that could have been in a watch ad. Or a perfume ad. Or porn.

And then none of that mattered, because I was enveloped in a scent so good it made me dizzy. Citrus hit me first. Not just citrus. Lime. Lime laced with sweetness. Traces of sugar and warmth that layered beneath the sharpness of the fruit. Another wave of it had my knees wobbling. Holy shit. This was euphoria.

Yeah, no kidding. I knew the feeling.

My new Team Principal was my scent match. Fuck.

I didn’t know that she smelled like heaven incarnate. The sticky, warm sweetness of caramel shot through with the bright notes of pineapple. Tasting that scent became my only priority in life. Without knowing how it played on my tongue, I’d never be able to survive. Fuck. FUCK. One breath and she’d branded herself on my soul. She smelled like she was mine.

I hoped she would be my lover. Because it took about one minute for her to be my everything.

Some kind of berry I couldn’t place. Light but sweet with layers I wanted to pull apart and examine. Rich, dark incense, blended with cedar. The kind when you stepped into a sauna or opened a handmade wooden chest. Smooth and easy and so many sparkling elements of scent I couldn’t trace them all.

“One step at a time. The five of us got thrown into open waters together. We’re going to help each other swim.” “And then fuck on the beach,” Elias said with a grin.

But Elias Coleville didn’t look like royalty. He looked like the bad boy you might do bad things for. Blond hair, brown eyes, and dimples that made my heart skip a beat. “Hi.”

“Huckleberry.” Elias still smiled as he helped me and my jelly legs into the elevator. “Like a blueberry and a raspberry fucked.”

All my restraint disappeared when he turned around holding a cucumber in one hand and an eggplant in the other. I burst into laughter. Fuck, I couldn’t breathe. “So,” he said again, clearing his throat and presenting the cucumber. “This is me, minus some absolutely incredible jewelry. And the job you asked about is when I use this, or rather, something a little warmer, to fill⁠—”

“Remember what Beck told you. We’ll take it from here. Let us try. You have four very determined men and a pussy that tastes like liquid gold. We’re not in a hurry to get in, get off, and get out.”

“Fuck, I’m so happy you’re mine.”

“Tell me that again after I kick your ass on the track.”

“Bring it on, baby.”

“Good. That’s the only thing you need to worry about. I am the one taking your pretty mouth. I am the one who chooses how much you take and how much you can breathe. I haven’t decided whether I’m going to come down your throat, paint your tongue, or spill myself all over your face, but that decision is mine too. Do you understand?”

“That was…”

“Not enough.”

“More than enough.”

“There’s where you’re wrong, love.” He kissed me, teasing my lips softly. “It doesn’t matter that this is new or that we’re all leaving tomorrow and it will be hard to find time. No matter what, it will never be enough.”