Walking into the hotel room, the commanding king-sized bed draws my eye. I can’t wait to get Eevie sprawled out and naked, but unfortunately, there’s no time for that now. Hopefully I can manage to hold a conversation tonight without thinking about what I wanna do to her, and what she’s gonna do to me.
I jump in the shower first, and quickly soap up. No time to stand under the heat, soaking it in for a good ten minutes like I usually do. Eevie joins me after a few minutes, her hair piled on top of her head in a bun. She washes some dirt from around my neck that I obviously missed.
“Thanks, baby. I’d better get dressed to stop myself from burying my cock in you.”
“Aidan!” she says and shakes her head. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing you know.”
“I know, I know. I just can’t be late tonight.”
“We won’t be. Just think about how good it’ll be later.”
“Mmm,” I mumble as I dry myself. Bring it on, already.
I spray on some deodorant and brush my teeth.
“You know, I’m already wet,” Eevie says, and chuckles quietly to herself behind the shower screen. She knows exactly how to weaken me.
“No shit. You’re in the shower.”
“Yeah, but I’m two kinds of wet.”
“You can stop talking now,” I warn as I walk out of the room so her sexy taunts don’t get me more worked up than I already am.
I pull on some boxer briefs and a pair of jeans, trying to will my cock to soften. Cold shower, Aidan. Ice-cold shower. Slowly I start to gain some kind of control. I throw on a white long-sleeve V-neck jumper, and catch my reflection in the wall mirror. I run my fingers through my hair so it looks half respectable.
I resist the urge to watch Eevie get dressed, otherwise we’ll be late, and I can’t do that to the sponsors, especially after rewarding them with a win. They’ll be expecting me on time.
Without too much fuss, Eevie is dressed and ready to go five minutes after me. Thank fuck she’s not a princess, needing to dedicate an entire evening before being able to go out. She looks beautiful with or without the makeup.
“Let’s go,” I say, taking Eevie’s hand in mine.
We take a cab from out front down the road to The Bradbury. I turn on my phone and flick through the messages. There’s a text from Rob:
Eevie told me the good news, congrats buddy.
Next beers after work are on me
And one from Mum:
So proud of you, sweetheart, hope you and
Eevie have a nice weekend away xox
How did she know Eevie was with me? I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of weeks. I’d better call her when we get back so she doesn’t get all pissy at me for not ringing her.
“Have you been making calls today?” I ask, raising a suspecting eyebrow at Eevie.
She shrugs, and a beaming smile spreads across her beautiful face. “I was busting. I had to tell someone.”
“Thanks, babe.” Way to make a man feel on top of the world. I think I’ve just landed the sexiest groupie ever.
The cab pulls up out front. “I’ll get this,” Eevie says, handing the driver a note.
“No, let me,” I say, but the driver is quick to take the money. Dickhead. I shake my head, but all she does is smile. This thing she has about paying her own way drives me fucking nuts sometimes, but I wouldn’t have her any other way.
I get out and open the cab door for her. She steps out in a pair of black skin-tight jeans, with black boots to her knees. She’s rocking a tight, white tank top, with a short, black leather jacket, her soft brown hair falling in waves around her tits—just enough flesh to draw my eye. Jesus. She’s not teasing; I just know what’s underneath … all too well. Lucky she’s out with me. Otherwise, she’d be fending them off. I’ll have to keep her close, because some of these guys on tour are a walking hard-on.
At least the sponsors have taste. This place is not the regular dive we have to put up with in some of the more remote locations we travel to. Eyes from around the crowded room follow us as, hand in hand, Eevie and I make our way to the bar. I don’t know how many back-slaps and eyebrow-raises I’ve gotten since I walked in. I don’t think the smile has come off my face since I crossed the finish line, and I don’t think it’ll disappear anytime soon.
Today, I feel like a king with a convincing win under my belt, and the beauty on my arm is the envy of most of the guys here. Life can’t get any better.
I introduce Eevie around. She shakes hands like she means it, holds her own in conversation, and gets the occasional laugh out of guys I didn’t think had a sense of humour. She must’ve been taking note of some of the ins and outs of motocross, having the balls to ask some interesting questions.
Take note, people: funny, intelligent woman with the guts and looks to match. That confidence is heartbreak material. They’re practically drooling over her. It’s almost pathetic. If they thought they had half a chance, they’d be down on their knees in a millisecond begging for a shot.
Boys, it ain’t gonna happen. Every delectable inch of her is mine, including her heart.
Talking with some of the support crew, Jones edges his way into the conversation, standing a little close to Eevie for my liking. He puffs out his chest, and hooks his thumbs through the front loops of his jeans. Blonde hair and a baby face, he’s a pretty boy. A mummy’s boy. From the way he carries on, he probably got everything he ever wanted as a kid, and had all the latest gear. Mum could barely afford to buy my jerseys, and when she did, I wore them until I outgrew them. I had no choice but to make them last. Last round Jones threw a tantrum like a three year old over something stupid. He got what he wanted, though. Disgusting. Not that I give a shit where he’s come from; at least I know I don’t carry on like a fucking twit.
My eyes are on Jones, and he knows it. Damn it, if he doesn’t like pushing my buttons, and having Eevie here he’s gonna do anything he can to push. If he weren’t on my team I’d barely give him the time of day. He’d be half an alright bloke if he wasn’t so self-absorbed.
He acts like he’s engrossed in what Eevie’s talking about, but his eyes travel down her chest, and even lower, as if he’s trying to rip her clothes off purely with the power of his mind. It heats my blood more than it should.
“When you’re ready for a real man, Eevie, come knockin’ on my door,” Jones says. His eyes dart in my direction before resting back on Eevie’s tits. Fucking douchebag.
Eevie frowns, and purses her glossy lips. “Sorry, I don’t understand. If I’m ready for a real man, why would I knock on your door? Wouldn’t I just go home?” She bats those long lashes. That’s my girl.
Everybody erupts into a fit of laughter, me louder than most. Jones shakes his head, and playfully punches me in the arm. “You’re killin’ me, Aidan. You win today, and I hate you for it, and now your woman’s gonna break my heart,” he says, faking a southern American accent. He clutches his chest as if wounded, and winks at Eevie.
I take a long swig of my beer. “Life’s a bitch, Jones.” Now fuck off.
“Excuse me, boys. I’ll be back,” Eevie says as she slips her arms around my waist. She leans up and whispers in my ear. “Just going to the ladies. Can you get me another drink?”
“Of course,” I say, and she walks off into the crowd. None of these pricks better follow her. My eyes track her as she weaves her way through to the bathroom door.
I turn back to the guys, catching Jones eyeballing in Eevie’s direction. He lets out a low whistle. “Fuck me, Stone, where’d you find that sweet pussy? What I’d give to spread those long legs and —”
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, Jones,” I bark before he gets the chance to finish. I glare at him, wishing he were a bloodied mess on the floor. He wouldn’t be so pretty then.
“Relax, mate,” he says and chuckles. You and me aren’t mates, and won’t ever be. Not the way you’re talking about my girl.
“Talk like that about her again, and you won’t be f
it to ride next round. I don’t care if you are my fuckin’ teammate.”
Jones holds up his hands in defence. “Whatever.” He turns to walk away, but swings his head back towards me. “I’m not adverse to sharing, you know. We could tag team,” he chips in as he struts over towards two girls near the pool table. They move in close, one slipping her arm around his waist, the other leaning back against the pool table pushing her tits out towards him.
I should fucking deck him for what he said, but I don’t want his bullshit to tarnish the win. Even so, that’s the last time he’ll fuck with me tonight before my fist pummels his face. He won’t get another warning I hope he picks up something nasty from one of those pro hoes and his dick falls off. He wouldn’t be so cocky then.
“Hey, boy. Good ride today,” Mac, the team manager, says proudly, slapping me on the back. He’s decked himself in a new pair of jeans and a checked shirt. He scrubs up alright, for an old fella.
I can’t stop the wide smile splitting my face. He’s really taken me under his wing. “Thanks, Mac. It’s a pretty good feelin’, I tell ya.”
“Enjoy it. You deserve it.”
He’d been a master back in his day, too many titles to count, and I’m blessed to have him for a manager.
“I owe some of it to you, Mac, so thanks.”
“Sure thing. You know, I had a chat to Eevie earlier. She’s a lovely girl, reminds me of my Peaches—as sweet and as smart as they come. No wonder you’re doing so well, boy. You’re head over heels, and good luck to ya’.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty special.”
“Don’t let that one go. I only wish Jones would sort himself out. He’s fucking talented, but all the women and the booze …” Mac shakes his head and then runs his fingers through his hair, which is more grey than brown. “He’s wasting all that potential.” Mac’s eyebrows pull together like a concerned father.
“Don’t worry, Mac. He’ll find a girl one day, and she’ll knock him fair on his arse.”
“Here’s hopin’. Anyway, congrats, and I’ll see you soon.”
“Cheers, Mac.” I step up to the bar, and wait to be served, keeping an eye in the direction of the bathrooms. Why do girls take so long in there?
I finally get the attention of the barman.
“Two vodkas with lime and soda, mate.”
A tall, leggy blonde sidles up next to me at the bar while I wait for our drinks. I recognise her from the podium, except this time she’s wearing more clothes. Barely. I inwardly cringe, remembering her slipping me her number earlier. I couldn’t dispose of the toxic piece of paper quick enough. I don’t need bitches carrying on like that around me, especially when my girl’s here.
“Great ride today, Maverick,” she purrs.
Fuck. She doesn’t even know my first name. Goddamn sponsors. I don’t know why they wanted to run with the tag ‘Maverick’. I suppose something to do with speed. I guess in a way it’s kinda cool, but anyone that calls me that doesn’t know me, and won’t. They won’t see past the image. They won’t see me. With the exception of sponsors, they’ll just be out for blood.
“Thanks,” I mutter, and move my focus back to the barman who I wish would just hurry the fuck up.
In my peripheral vision I see her flick her ridiculously long bleached hair over her shoulder. I cringe as she runs her fake red fingernails over my shoulder. They might as well be claws.
She leans into my ear. “Busy tonight?” she asks in a put-on husky voice, practically wrapping her lips around my earlobe. Crowie warned me about these girls. They’re fucking vultures.
“Yeah.” I catch Eevie’s eye, and follow her through the crowd as she walks towards me, all smiles.
“Doing what?” Blondie says, raising an eyebrow.
I move side-on as Eevie slips her arms around my waist. “Making love to her,” I say, jutting my chin towards Eevie before narrowing my gaze at the blonde’s vacant eyes.
She huffs her fringe from her forehead, and puts her hands on her hips.
I lean Eevie back, and kiss her like we’re in the privacy of our bedroom. Eevie, tense at first, relaxes into my arms and surrenders to the kiss. Blondie is gone by the time I pull my lips away from Eevie. A couple of the support guys wolf-whistle from the end of the bar.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell was that?” Eevie asks, wiping the smeared lipstick from under her bottom lip with her thumb. Her chest is labouring, and her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink. She’s probably already wet. Fuck.
The bartender places the vodkas in front of me and I pay him. Handing Eevie her drink, I try to stifle a grin. “Just sendin’ a message to the vultures, babe.” And all these guys here that can’t take their eyes off you.
Eevie throws her head back and laughs out loud. “Glad I could help.”
“Come on, Let’s finish this drink and get outta here. I can’t let them think I’m all talk.”
Eevie sculls her vodka and wipes her wet lips with the back of her hand. “Let’s go,” she says, slamming her empty glass on the bar.
I think I just fell a little bit more in love.
I down my drink, and lace her fingers in mine. After pushing through the crowd, we walk to the cab rank. Ahead of us, Jones stumbles into the back seat of a waiting car. The two girls that were hanging around him before laugh as they manhandle him, and get in beside him. Jones and his revolving bedroom door. One day, that shit’s gonna bite him in the arse. I could never handle the birds on tour. Skanky hoes without a brain in their heads.
Eevie and I get into the next cab in line.
It’s time to really celebrate.
****
Once the heavy door to the hotel room slams shut, I cover Eevie’s mouth with mine. The lingering taste of lime zings on my tongue, as I probe around her mouth like a starved man. She takes off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
I weave my arms around her waist and lift her up, Eevie wrapping her legs tight around me. I carry her over to the bed, and we fall in a heap, Eevie giggling like a schoolgirl.
I kneel up, and extend her leg, unzipping her boot.
“Oh God, I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She pants, likes she’s ready to come. She props herself up on her elbows.
“Fuckin’ understatement,” I say, my voice hoarse. I pull off her other boot, and toss it. My chest expands as my heart pounds, and I peel off my shirt.
“How do you want it?” she asks, looking up through hooded eyes. Her teeth graze over her bottom lip.
“Call me greedy, but I want it all. Hard, fast, slow … until I’m that exhausted I fall asleep.”
“You read my mind,” she says. Eevie peels off her tank top, and flings off her bra. I pounce on her, and she gasps as I squeeze her tits and flick my tongue over her pebbled nipples. She writhes beneath me, and I fumble to undo my belt.
“Take off my pants, baby,” I growl into her ear. I get up and stand beside the bed.
Wide-eyed, Eevie tugs on my belt. She runs her other hand over the jeans covering my hard bulge, making my cock ache. “Stop teasing,” I warn, “or I’m gonna put it in your mouth.”
“I thought that was the plan for the drive home tomorrow.” She raises an eyebrow and slowly unbuttons the fly on my jeans.
“Damn, girl. Do you know what you’re doin’ to me?”
“It’s my secret superpower, Aidan. Right now, I’m at my most powerful.” She grins, and then runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Only you give me that feeling.” Her words cause an ache deep in my chest. Only you.
I shake my head, and tug my jeans and boxers down. She undoes her jeans and wiggles out of them, leaving on the sexiest black G-string I have ever laid eyes on, with a trail of tiny diamond-looking thingies down the front.
“I’m so glad I didn’t watch you get dressed earlier, otherwise we never would have made it to the club.”
“I bought it just for the occasion. I wanted to show it off earlier, but I know how important tonight was for yo
u.”
“Show me now.” I take her hand and she rises from the bed, and does a quick twirl in front of me. “Slow it down,” I say, my voice low. Want to bury myself inside her right now.
She turns away from me, the delicate waistband sitting just below those little dimples at the bottom of her spine. I trail a line with my finger over the diamonds in a small heart shape. Eevie’s whole body shudders beneath my touch, causing my cock to throb. I need to hurry.
“Need a closer look,” I mumble. From behind her, I grab both tits in my hand, and move her so she’s leaning over the bed. I move her feet further apart, taking in the wonder before me. I trace my finger over the material between her cheeks, meeting the wet fabric as I explore down further. Eevie takes in a sharp breath as I rub the lace against her sweet spot.
“H … hurry,” she says, her breath caught in her throat.
“I’m leaving this on,” I say, as I move the G-string aside, and plunge deep inside her. We groan loudly together as I slide in and out. Eevie flattens out on the bed, balling handfuls of sheets. She grunts louder as I spread her legs wider, and pound hard and fast like I’m heading for the finish line.
When I get there I close my eyes, savouring the feeling of spilling hard and deep inside her, her body hot and quivering beneath me.
As I come back from wherever my head just went, I leave a trail of kisses along the smooth skin of her neck and across to her shoulder. “Ahhh! My God, Aidan, you’re killin’ me,” she groans in delight. Did she come? I have no idea; I was so wrapped up in it.
I withdraw from her, flicking the G-string back in place, and lay on my side. She rolls over and kisses me softly on the lips, and then drags my bottom lip out with her teeth.
“You know, I think I’ve stumbled onto another type of sex. Winning sex … and I think it’s better than winning,” I say, doing my best to catch my breath.
“Mmm, I think you’re right. You know, you were amazing today,” she says, tangling her fingers in my hair, and then running them across my jaw, tickling me.
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