The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

40. Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound

Lily looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.  It had been a race to forget for her at COTA that afternoon.  A power unit failure had ended her race after 21 laps, but now she was ready to go out and have some fun!

"Lils, stop admiring yourself.  You look as gorgeous as ever, now come on or we'll be late."  Joel had just arrived at her room, ready for their night out. 

Lily took another look at herself in the mirror.   She did look great!  She hoped Seb would like her outfit.  

Daniel had invited them, plus several others, to a back street bar he knew in Austin, western dress a must, so Lily was wearing a short denim skirt, a red and black plaid shirt tied at the bottom over the top of a black crop top that showed off her bare midriff and a whole lot of cleavage, and she was also sporting a pair of tan cowboy boots. She'd left her hair down and curled it with her tongs. 
Joel was wearing an identical shirt but with a pair of black jeans and boots. 

"I just wish Poppy could come," she said.  Poppy was only twenty so she wasn't old enough to join them in the US for drinks. 

"I don't think Poppy minds whatsoever," Joel said.  "I'm sure a date with Pierre will be much more fun for her."

Lily beamed.  She was so happy that Pierre and Poppy were going out on their first date.  In fact, she was so happy about life in general.  She felt like a different woman since she'd heard the news about Liam's jail sentence.  

She thought about Seb and how their sex life had become even more active since the stress she'd been under had been lifted. 

She was hoping that tonight would end up with him fucking her hard. There was a good chance he would. He'd also suffered a mechanical failure in the race and would probably need to release his frustration somehow.

"Come on, let's go," Joel said.  Lily shoved her keycard, her purse and her phone into her handbag and they headed out to meet Seb, Daniel and whoever else was coming in the lobby.  Daniel had told them the bar was only two blocks away so they were walking. 

When they stepped out of the elevator they found Seb, Daniel, Nico, Carlos, Alex, George, Charles, Kimi and Valtteri waiting for them.  

Lily wanted Seb the second she saw him.  He was looking hot!   He was wearing a pair of  tight faded Levi's, with a green and navy plaid shirt.   He'd rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and left the top three buttons undone, showing off a glimpse of his chest hair.  He'd trimmed his beard but it was still sexy as fuck.  He was also wearing black cowboy boots and a matching Stetson.  Fuck, though Lily.  How was she going to keep her hands off of him? 

A member of the hotel staff came over and led them out a back door to avoid the gaggle of fans that had amassed outside the front. It wasn't that they didn't love the fans but they'd spent so much time all weekend taking photos and signing things. Tonight they all wanted to chill and just be themselves.

Seb fell into step beside Lily. He lent close and whispered in her ear.

"You look fucking hot. Every man in that bar is going to want you."

"And every woman will want you," she whispered back. Seb grinned. The other women could want him as much as liked, but he knew there was only one woman he wanted in his bed at the end of the night.