I woke up because I felt like I was being pinned down. I opened my eyes and saw Bram above me. He just removed his hands from my shoulders and I felt his erection at the lower part of my body.
“What time is it?” I whispered hoarsely. I blinked my eyes so it could adjust to our semi-dark room.
“It’s three in the morning,” Bram responded, then he took my right hand and placed it to his erected manhood, “Guide me, Emma.”
I followed what he asked and I heard him moan when I touched him. He growled when I massaged it, up and down and then I guided him inside me. I sighed when he slowly buried himself deep in me. I wrapped my legs around him then he slowly started his rhythm.
“Bram…” I moaned.
“I wanted to do this last night but I didn’t want to disturb your sleep,” he said. He was starting to chase his breath, “ahh, Emma.”
He found his rhythm and increased his pace. I hugged his neck as I felt the sensation build up, “Bram!”
“Almost there, baby,” he whispered hoarsely.
We moaned loudly when we reached our peaks. I closed my eyes and relaxed my legs when I felt his warmth spread inside me. Bram lifted my back and kissed my left jaw, “I fucking love everything about you, Emma.”
My eyes instantly opened. Bram and I gazed at each other. I blinked really fast so my eyes would not tear up. I held it together and grinned at him, “You’re so annoying!”
Bram chuckled, “Not exactly the response I was looking for, but okay,” he said with a smile.
I pulled his neck closer to me then I whispered to his right ear, “My love,” I saw his smile broadened, “I need my salted pretzels now.”
Bram giggled and he kissed my forehead. I gasped when he slowly got out of me, “We need to go downstairs, Maria was probably still in bed.”
I pointed my toes and stretched my arms up, “Where did you put our clothes?” I asked him as I yawned.
He covered our bodies with a blanket then he laid down on his side of the bed, “I don’t know.”
I turned facing my dresser then Bram hugged me from the back. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. It felt like only a moment had passed and Bram’s alarm was blaring inside our room.
“My love, can you turn it off?” I said with eyes closed. I did not get a response from Bram. I opened my eyes and turned to him. He was lightly snoring. I shook his left shoulder, “Bram, turn your alarm off.”
He opened his eyes and slowly reached for his phone. He sat up and turned his alarm off. I closed my eyes again when I saw him start to scroll, “We need to get up, Emma.”
I ignored him. I was still dizzy from sleepiness, “It’s Saturday, Bram,” I reminded him.
“Yeah but I have free practice today,” I heard him reply.
I just opened my eyes and absently stared at my dresser, “Is it still in the Batangas circuit?”
“No, it’s in Clark International Speedway,” Bram responded, “We’ll be late if we don’t get up now.”
Clark International Speedway
We showered together to save time. Then I cleaned Bram’s wound and covered it with a gauze pad. I brought the whole kit in case we needed to replace his gauze. We were now cruising the North Luzon expressway and headed to the international circuit. I did not know that Bram owned an SUV.
It was a Toyota Land Cruiser ZX. Jonas was driving with Bram on his side. Maria and I were seated at the back. They folded the rear seats and placed our supplies there. I got my phone from my backpack and searched about the circuit.
I found one from Wikipedia and it said that it was built on November 15, 2008 and had a Grade 4 accreditation level from the FIA. The 4. 2 km circuit features 18 turns and runs in a counter-clockwise direction. When we got there it was already eight in the morning. And I saw Mama Credence seated on a monoblock chair with an armrest. She was wearing white shorts, white loose shirt, and soft soled slippers.
I greeted her with a cheek to cheek kiss. I moved to the side because Bram was behind me. He placed his white ball cap on the table near us. Then he kissed his mom on the cheek. He headed straight to the tent beside us.
By the looks of it, the parked car under the other tent was Bram’s. It was a black Nissan GTR. Three guys who were wearing a white shirt and cap were hovered on the popped hood of Bram’s car. He greeted them each with fist bumps. I noticed that the three black colored tents, the shirts of Bram’s crew; all had the same logo which I assumed was Bram’s initials, BJR.
The other two logos were a famous car battery brand and an energy drink. Which I assumed was Bram’s sponsors. I was so glad that I wore a white V-necked shirt that I tucked in under my khaki shorts. Under my feet were my brown and gold sandals. All of us were wearing sunglasses because at this early time we could feel the heat from the sun.
March was the beginning of summer here in the Philippines. Maria and Jonas were wearing comfortable clothes too. They were wearing matching shorts and t-shirts like the rest of the crew. Jonas gave me a monoblock chair similar to Mama Credence’s. I sat and picked up my hair tie from my bag and I fixed my hair in a bun. Mama Credence and I watched as Bram interacted with his fellow drivers.
“Bram started karting at the age of seven in England,” Mama Credence said while her eyes followed Bram.
I turned to her and nodded, “Wow he started very young.”
“When you see your son passionate about something, you will do everything to support him,” Mama Credence continued, “And that’s what we did.”
I smiled at her, “That’s so sweet,” I commented, “Thank you for supporting him.”
“You see Emma, Bram invested a huge part of his life in this sport. And to see him sad because that woman did not come to see him race…breaks my heart,” then she removed her sun visor cap, “So I did what I had to do and had someone check on her.”
I sighed and gave Mama Credence a wry smile. Our conversations would always end up about Alicia.
“He was twenty six when he met her and she was twenty seven,” Mama Credence added, “Of course they were attracted to each other, that’s where it always starts.”