“Just a phone call I had the other day. It was pretty unexpected.”
“From who?”
“My father,” I say, trying to void my voice of any emotion. Her body tenses against me, and she is silent for longer than I expect.
“What did he say?” she finally asks.
“He wanted to see me.” My words hang heavy between us.
“And what did you say?”
“That I don’t want anythin’ to do with him. I told him to lose my number.”
Eevie wriggles, and clears her throat. “You know, when I answered your phone the other week? He rang.”
“Huh?” Why didn’t she mention it? “What’d he say?”
“Well, I asked who was calling, and when he said he was your father I kinda freaked out and dropped the phone. Um, and then I kinda hung up on him.”
“Ha. I was tempted to do the same.”
“Sorry I didn’t mention it. I just, you know, freaked out I guess, knowing it’d been so long since you’d seen him, talked to him. I kinda went all overprotective.”
“Oh, babe. Doesn’t matter. He’s not gonna be a part of our lives.”
“How do you feel about him calling?” I guess being a Psych student, she’s gonna ask the tough questions.
“I dunno. Kinda couldn’t believe my ears. We didn’t talk for long, but I made sure I was clear that I don’t want anything to do with him. I’d always wondered how I’d feel, or what I’d do if he ever tried to get in touch. My flat-out first instinct was to tell him ‘no’. Once upon a time I would have ripped pieces from him, but I just firmly told him no. He didn’t say much else after that.”
“Sounds like you’re handling it pretty well.”
“Ten, fifteen years ago it would have been a different story. But the thing that prompted him was the fucker saw me in the paper. It’s a fucking joke. I’ve made somethin’ of myself, and now he wants to know me. Not when I was one year old. Not when I needed a father. As far as I’m concerned, he can go fuck himself.”
“You and I aren’t short of father issues, huh?”
“Yeah, but that shit doesn’t matter. My little world is right here,” I say, and growl into her ear as I squeeze her in a bear hug. She lets out a loud sigh, as if she’s been holding her breath. Is she worried about me?
“Mine too,” she says, and nuzzles into my chest.
****
In the middle of the night, a bell rings violently in the distance. I jump out of the swag and throw my jeans and hoodie on. This better be my fucking rod.
“We’re on Eevie, get up. Quick.” I put my headlamp on and pull my boots over my bare feet. Eevie stumbles around, half asleep, trying to dress herself. It’s funny as shit. I run down to the bank with Eevie close behind me. I take her rod out of the holder, take off the bell from the tip and hand it to her.
“Hear you go. Now, you’ve gotta lift and wind, Eevie … Lift and wind.”
She takes the rod and does just that. Of course she’s a natural. I can’t believe she’s never done this. As she reels the fish into the bank, she smiles as if she’s just won lotto.
“It’s a beauty! A very nice brown trout,” I say. Fuck, I’ve never caught one this big. Rob won’t believe me when I tell him the size of it. And then he’ll laugh his arse off when I say Eevie caught it.
“Oh my God. I did it.” She jumps on the spot a couple of times, reminding me how excited I used to get when I caught one as a kid.
“Yeah, nice one, babe.”
“So I win.” She’s onto it, straight away. Here I was hoping she’d forget.
“Yeah, you win.” I admit defeat. But really, it’s a win-win situation.
“Don’t worry, I won’t cash in just yet. This one I’m keeping in my back pocket.”
****
Back to reality. Work. Training. Riding. Phone calls. That’s one reason why I love camping. I loved getting away, if only for one night. And doing it with Eevie, well, just being able to take her camping for the first time, made it pretty fucking special.
Eevie’s been pretty busy this week with her studies. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was having an affair with her laptop. We’ve set up a desk in Connor’s old room as a study. Her bed is in pieces and leaning up against the wall to make room. It’s not an ideal situation, but maybe one day we’ll look at a bigger place. Eevie said as long as she can have her space to study so she can concentrate when she needs to.
I’m cooking us a pasta dish for dinner, and it’s almost done. I don’t cook a lot, but when I do, I fucking dominate. Eevie’s been locked away in that room since she got home. I stare at the door. It’s closed. And it mocks me. She’s just behind this door, Aidan, and you’re not allowed to come in.
I check the clock. It’s been an hour already. Surely she’s bored in there. She needs to take breaks. Don’t they say it’s better for your concentration to take small breaks? Get up and stretch around—like the occupational health and safety shit they carry on about for people who work in offices? She must want me in there. I bet she’s sitting there, twiddling her thumbs, wondering what the hell is taking me so long.
I smile to myself. I guarantee that with my head between her legs she won’t be able to say no. She never says no to that. Even in the middle of the night when I can’t get back to sleep, and I can’t resist touching her, tasting her.
Opening the door, she gives me a weary smile and swivels her chair in my direction. She crosses her legs. Yes, she’s wearing a skirt. It’ll make this much easier. Her shoes are off and her hair falls about her face in loose waves.
“Hey. Dinner smells good. I won’t be long,” she says, running her fingers though her hair.
“Sure. Don’t mind me. There something I need to take care of … under the desk.”
“Oh, okay.”
I’m glad now that I made the desk that little bit taller, and big enough for me to get under. She moves the chair to the side of the desk, and lets me crawl under, but I reckon she has no idea what I’m about to do. I pull on the arms of the chair bringing her legs to my lips, kissing each knee softly.
“What are you—”
“Shh, keep working, I’m just taking care of something. Type away.”
Running my fingers either side of her thighs, I hook the waistband of her underwear and pull them down. She shuffles in her seat, letting me tease them along her legs. She must have shaved her legs this morning because they are as smooth as fucking silk. Damn.
I pull the chair closer still and straighten one leg, trailing kisses from her ankle to her knee. Her skin prickles all over beneath my mouth. I repeat it on the other leg, and she leans back into the chair and lets out a loud sigh. I shuffle her arse forward; her skirt rides up. I nudge her knees apart with my chin, grazing my stubble against her skin. Pushing her knees out wider with my hands, I kiss and nip the supple skin of her inner thigh until I reach the top. I tease with deliberate puffs of hot air onto her clit, the little strip of hair above it close enough to tickle my nose. Her legs start to tremble, and I can’t help but smile, rubbing the stubble of my chin right on her sweet spot. She groans loudly. Note to self: She likes.
“Come on, I can’t hear you typing,” I breathe out, letting my chin rub against her thigh.
A key here, a key there, her fingers sporadically hit the keyboard. I wonder if what she’s typing makes any sense.
Now we get to the fun part. I reward her patience with a slow, long upward stroke with the flat of my tongue. It meets the wetness already waiting for me, causing my swollen cock to throb against my pants. If the truth be told, I was hard before I even walked in the room, knowing what I was gonna do to her. With the tip of my tongue, I swirl around her clit and she bucks her hips and groans, spreading wider. Her hands weave through my hair and then rest gently on my head as each stroke leads her closer to the edge. She’s hot and wet. I slip my finger in and out of her, curling it that little bit to rub on her G-spot. I read about it a while back—a man’s
got to be educated about these things. I suck on her clit, and flick it up and down with my tongue, faster and faster until she’s a moaning, shaking mess. And I love it.
“Aidan, I’m …” she pants.
I move my tongue harder, knowing she’s about to come, and slip in two fingers. Deep. She cries out, pulling my hair as her body breaks down, pulsing out of control. Eevie squeezes her thighs around me, and I nearly come in my fucking pants.
Moving on my knees, I push the chair backwards, stretching as I get out from under the desk. I think I pulled a fucking muscle in my neck. I kneel in front of her and smirk, waiting to be chastised for interrupting her precious study-time. Eyes glazed over, a nice colour to her cheeks, she giggles. Music to my ears.
“I guess study-time is over,” she says and smiles brightly.
“Yep. Hope I’m not in trouble for distracting you,” I say, and wink.
“Aidan, you will never get in trouble for that.”
“Good to know. How’d you go with the typing?”
“See for yourself,” she says and nods towards the laptop.
AIDAN YOU DRIIVE MEE WILDLSAJLK.;’’ QW
“Nice one. I wonder what your lecturer will think of that.”
“Mmm, I wonder. Hey, is something burning?”
“Shit!” I stagger to standing position and run into the kitchen. I turn off the hotplate. The sauce now thick and blackened around the edge of the pan. The pasta is overcooked, the water close to a milky colour. I flick the switch on the range-hood to suck out the smoke that’s half-filled the room.
“What’s happened?” Eevie asks, giggling as she straightens her skirt. She inspects the pan closer, and bites her bottom lip. “Oh.”
“I was too busy eating you, I fuckin’ forgot about dinner.” I take the pan over to the sink, and steam billows into a mushroom cloud as cool water hits the pan. I can’t help but laugh. Eevie’s satisfied, I’ve got a cramp in my dick and my neck, and dinner is ruined. Perfect.
“Oh, babe.” Eevie laughs so hard that her eyes water and she can barely spit her words out. She holds her stomach and bends over. Christ! She might even wet herself. “Are you … still … hungry?” she finally gets out, and I laugh even harder.
I lean her up against the bench, my hard cock rubbing against her stomach. “Yes, I’m still hungry, but there’s another problem I’d like to solve first.”
“Come on then,” she says, wiping the tears from her eyes. I smack her on the arse and tug her arm towards the bedroom.
“And then, we’re ordering pizza,” I growl.
Eevie squeals as I tackle her into the soft quilt on the bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
* AIDAN *
I managed to convince Eevie to take a night off from her studies and come with me to the next Motocross nationals round. It’s the closest round to home for a while, so we won’t eat up too much of the weekend driving. She’s planning on bringing her iPad to read on the drive, so she won’t be missing too much study time.
I’ll be stoked to have her here to watch me, and my sponsors are hosting post-round drinks tonight. It’ll be good not to do it solo, but above all I want Eevie to be involved. I want her to see what this part of my world is like. I’ve been working the track alone for so long, and I’m pretty sure today is the most excited I’ve ever been to be racing.
Eevie’s wearing a red hoodie and jeans today, so I should be able to spot her easily, but once I start there’ll be no time for star-gazing. Today I’m on a mission.
First on the podium.
Eevie blows me a kiss from near the starting line, kicking my heart into gear. The most important person in my life is watching, and I’m gonna give her a performance to be proud of. As well as that, she said if I came in first she’d go down on me on the drive home. Damn, that girl knows how to get my blood pumping. As if she needed to give me any more inspiration.
****
Elbows up, the muffled sound of high revs fills, my ears and the vibration through the handlebars jolts my heart. I breathe in a lungful of petrol fumes and churned dirt, a smell I know all too well, and love.
I’m ready to kill this shit. I’ve got it in the bag.
The gate drops and speeding from the line, I almost lose it on the first corner. “Motherfucker!” I growl. Regaining control, I jostle with a few other riders.
By the second lap, I’m in front. Jones, my teammate, is close behind me, but not for long. He’s about to get roosted something fierce. Get ready to eat dirt with all the fuckin’ trimmings, Jones.
I take the berms wide, braking early so I can power through and rocket out. Like a madman, I fly over the jumps as if I’m trying to set a new world record. Skimming across the top of the whoops in a higher gear, I keep the bike low and power through, gripping the bike tight with my legs for maximum control. I’ll be fucking sore as anything tomorrow, but I want this. So bad.
I give the bike that much throttle, but my transitions are smooth and I pick my lines. Twenty laps. That’s the only thing in the world right now I need to focus on.
But I can’t help thinking about that blow job. My baby’s gonna have a mouth full.
****
Crossing the line first, I fight the urge to throw the bike down and fall in a heap. That was fucking intense. I don’t think I’ve ever ridden like that. I can’t believe I didn’t lose it on the first corner. That would have been fucking devastating.
I’m covered in dust, dripping with sweat beneath my armour, and hot as a motherfucker, but they wanna to talk to me. I take off my helmet and run my fingers through my sweaty hair that’s stuck to the side of my face. I try and tame it a bit as a young guy with a brown buzz-cut fusses about with a microphone, and orders the cameraman in place. Someone hands me a Yamaha cap and I slip it on.
“We’re here with Aidan Stone, or Maverick, as some of you know him, after he smashed the field today.”
Cheers echo throughout the crowd.
“Thanks, great to be here in Appin,” I say as I hold up my hand to the crowd in thanks.
“You’re in good form, Stone. A rocky start, but after a couple of laps you held onto the lead. Today you had the best lap in the Pro Open, taking the defending champion by surprise. It seems you’re the one to watch this season.”
“Thanks, mate. Yeah, it’s great to reward the team with a win. We’re at a turning point in the season, so I knew I had to give it everything. I was lucky to recover from that start.”
“You seem to perform well under pressure.”
“I had plenty of inspiration here today. Thanks to the fans for coming out, it’s been a big day and we appreciate your support for motocross.”
“Anyone you want to shout out to?”
“Yeah, of course. Thanks to the team’s major sponsors, Yamaha, Dunlop and Renthal, our support crew and my teammates. They make a win like this possible. And a big thanks to my family and my girlfriend, Eevie. Their support makes all the difference.”
“And what have you got to say about some of the U.S. riders coming across later in the season?”
“I’d say they need to bring their A-games, ‘cause us Aussie boys know how to churn up the dirt.”
More cheers from the crowd. My heart races in my chest, and I swallow a lump in my throat. I can’t believe they’re cheering for me. Hell, I’m certainly getting used to it.
“Congratulations again, Stone, look forward to watching you next round,” he says, patting me on the back.
“Cheers, mate.”
Now. Where’s my baby girl?
I look over to the side where I left Eevie with some of the support crew. She’s grinning like Mum used to when I started riding. Proud. And it makes my heart melt. I’m so stoked she’s here.
Eevie holds her hands above her head and claps. I flash her the dirtiest, sexiest smile I can muster. I’m a winner, in more ways than one.
She shakes her head from side to side and laughs, as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking. You made
the bet, baby, and tomorrow I’m reaping the rewards.
Eevie links her hands around my neck, and kisses me loudly on the lips. “You were amazing!” she says. Her eyes glisten under the bright lights, and she sniffs. Aw, she’s all emotional.
“Thanks, baby.”
“I’m so glad I got to see you in action. You rock.” She smiles like a loon. I haven’t seen her grin this brightly in a while. Her studies have really kept her occupied.
I wink at her. “Are you okay to hang ‘round here for a while? They’ll have the presentation shortly and after I pack up, we’ll go check into the hotel.”
“Sure. I bought my iPad, so I’ll sit over there and do a bit of work until you’re done.”
“Sweet. I won’t be long.”
****
When I’m up on the podium, my heart beats frantically. There’s a hell of a lot of people staring at me and cheering. When I learnt to ride when I was four, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself here. And this is no dream. I am here.
We have the mandatory shots with the MX girls, whose outfits are getting skankier as the season progresses. Once upon a time I wouldn’t have cared. I would have said the less clothing, the better, but now I have the love of my life; I couldn’t care less. They can congratulate me in a hessian sack for all I care.
As I go to exit the podium, the tall blonde slips a folded piece of paper in my hand.
“Call me,” she coos.
Ah, fuck no. She’s giving me her number? I barely even looked at her, and she’s ready to fuck me? Not a chance, love.
Faking a smile, I get the fuck off the podium. I screw up the paper and drop it in the dirt as if it’s burning a hole in my hand.
Sometimes those girls don’t know when to quit.
****
In a whirlwind, we pack up everything and check into the hotel in Campbelltown, which the sponsors have organised for us. I wonder if they went to the extra trouble knowing I was bringing Eevie along. Do all sponsors take care of their guys like this? I’m still getting used to being looked after, especially after having to fund my own racing career for so long.
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