Sitting In Traffic | Formula 1

Chapter 149- Wedding Planning

Max was unpacking his bags an hour after arrived back home. Riley insisted on showing him everything in the house. The living room, where everything was in the kitchen, the guest rooms, his office, where she put his trophy's. It was something she had held her excitement in to do. Riley was putting things away in her dresser when Max had entered the bathroom, wanting to take a shower before calling it a night.

"Riley?" Max asked loudly from the bathroom.

"Hmm?" She hummed back quietly, tossing a shirt into their laundry basket. "Yes?"

"What is this?" Max held a small pick silicone rose in his hand.

"What's what-" She looked over her shoulder, her eyes widened when she saw what was in his hand, resulting in reddening cheeks. "It's my vibrator-"

"Your WHAT?" Max turned it on, hearing a quiet buzz as it vibrated in his hands.

"Don't do that!" Riley laughed, walking towards him slowly. Max continued pressing the power button, flashing through the different settings. "Just- give me it-" She took it from him and turned it off. "We can just leave this off.."

"Why do you need this" He asked, taking it back from her to get another look.

"Just because"

"Yeah, but you have me"

"And you've been gone the last two weeks!" She said, taking it after he had turned it on again.

"So!"

"So!!" She laughed, "You mean to tell me you haven't jerked off or anything when we were apart"

"I mean" Max shrugged, "No"

"Oh- so I sent those photos for nothing" She crossed her arms and sat on their bed.

"Okay maybe then" He said, slipping his hand under her thigh when he climbed over her, laying her down in the process. "But not randomly"

"Well"

"Do you think the bed will break this time" He whispered, sliding his hands under Riley's shirt to take it off. "Huh?"

"Do you want to find out?" Riley mumbled, feeling Max's hand through the sweatpants she was wearing, which were his.

Riley wrapped her arm around him, holding one hand on his jaw when he pushed her further into the bed. Max was controlling the kiss, moving quickly at a pace that Riley barely kept up with.

"Jesus Max" Riley said while Max watched her chest rise and fall quickly. "So." She sat up with him, watching him slide his shirt off overhead. "You can potentially be a 4 time world champion in Vegas... exciting"

"Yeah" Max said, racing was the last thing he wanted to talk about.

"It's exciting Max" Riley said, watching him take his shorts off.

"Why don't we leave racing at the door" He suggested, "Not just now, but always, I don't want it to mess with us, our family, or bring down spirits"

"I wasn't expecting you to get so serious" She whispered, "I was excited for you- but I agree, we should leave it at the door"

"I'd rather we didn't get our hopes up"

"Okay" She nodded, "My hopes are still high-" She got on her knees in-front of him, "Whether you like it or not"

"And this is what I like most about you" Max said, pulling the sweatpants band down on her.

"What? That I don't listen?"

"No" He laughed, kissing her collarbone lightly. "You don't give up on me"