Deep Breath | Daniel Ricciardo

Part Twenty-Four

The season carried on well and Daniel continued to pull some great results. He'd achieved another P3 in Australia and we'd even managed to spend some time there together just the two of us before he flew to Perth and I headed back to London.

Both he and Michael had made much more effort to contact me whenever we had a break in races. Daniel was FaceTiming me a lot and we spoke mostly everyday. I was really starting to fall for him, but I had no idea if he felt the same.

He had another good race weekend in Saudi, landing a P4. The battle between the top spots were intense, the guys were flat out racing all the time. There was no one strong victory for anyone or any one team, they all had to take the fight right to that checkered flag.

The racing was amazing to watch, such a joy for all the fans but it was gruelling for the drivers. They were having to give 110% just to maintain their positions throughout the races, let alone fight to move up.

We'd been in Miami for few days, we'd done press day, and the guys had finished all their practice sessions. We were just waiting for qualifying to start in a couple hours. Mercedes we're looking so fast this weekend, the guys knew they were going to have to give everything to get a chance at that podium finish.

"Did you see the lock up Lewis had in the second sector?" I asked Daniel as I sat watching him while Michael was giving him a much needed sports massage.

"No was it bad?"

"Bad enough that he had to come in for all new tires," I replied

"Yet he still looks like the top guy out there this weekend!" Daniel said a hint of jealousy in his voice.

I watched as Michael ran his hands against Daniels thigh. The thoughts started getting carried away in my head. Only last night were my hands on that very spot, him in my mouth while I gripped onto his thighs. His hands in my hair, gripping my roots, pushing me to take more.

"Libby, your staring" Michaels laugh dragged me out of my head, dragged back into reality. Both Michael and Daniels eyes on my face. I felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to my cheeks, I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs closed.

"Care to share your thoughts Miss Libby?"

"Huh," I replied, trying to push last night's memory from my mind. "I was just thinking... thinking about work."

"Yeh, I have to squeeze my legs shut when I think about work too," Daniel howled while breaking into fits of laughter.

"Daniel!" I replied, "I didn't, I did. Oh shut up the both of you."

"Hang on what did I do!" Michael demanded

"You facilitate him, your as guilty as the accused" I said pointing at Daniel. I left the room, feeling the need to get some cool air on my face, I headed back toward my office, the A/C cooling my burning cheeks.