by Carmen Faye
“Of course I do, and you're going to love it. I promise you will. Just wait until the morning and we can talk business.”
“Business?”
He ignored her and grabbed the remote control from the bedside table, for the little television set that was included in the room. As the sounds and flashing colors came on, Darcy’s eyes drew closed and she was fast asleep in no time, her nipples still firm from being tweaked, and her pussy pulsating with immense satisfaction.
Chapter Eight
The morning came faster than his new sexual partner had. When he first woke up and felt that glorious aching in his body, down through his manhood, he remembered how much fun it had been. And Speed had been with women in plenty of different ways – more exotic methods of intercourse, group sex with a bunch of chicks and him as the only man – things that would make the average guy furious with jealously. Yeah, he'd done it all and had it all, but waking up the next day had never felt the same way.
Like his brain had known it needed to be up extra early that day, Speed even woke up before the sun had properly started to rise. He just lied there in the darkness, Darcy cuddled up against him like they were long time lovers, or, perhaps, even more.
The light started to slowly break in around the edges of the plastic blinds that covered the small hotel room's windows. It created a halo effect around the black coverings, and was great to watch. The day felt right, like a lot of energy was sizzling around him. There was nothing that could ruin the focus of moments like that, short of some unexpected disaster. And that seldom ever happened, even to a guy who was involved in so much of society's underbelly.
That silent reflection would soon be gone with all the rush and movement of people throughout the day. Yeah, he was eagerly awaiting more time to talk to her; that's not what it was about. He wanted to savor that alone time when the world was perfect, before anything could be ruined — before he needed to go back to being the hardened MC president he was. While the world was still asleep, he could just be and not need to worry about any of that. The relief of those moments often helped him summon the resolve to be as tough as fucking nails. None of these things came out in conscious thought. After all, that would have ruined the Zen of it. No, he just enjoyed lying there in the nude, with a pure and equally nude woman who he had already started to admire.
It was a shame when it came to an end, and Darcy started to stir. That didn’t matter to Speed, because there were a whole lot of little cogs moving around inside his head. Yes, he was cooking up a scheme that was sure to bring some big changes. In fact, he woke up earlier than he usually would have. That might have been due to the relatively light amount he drank that night. Being with someone who was so straight they didn't even drink was probably a big factor there. It didn't feel too bad, though, kind of like having more energy; it definitely was not a waste of the night, and his empty balls were proof of that.
As she started to stir, he carefully rolled away from her so he could get up quietly. By the time she was making cute little noises and rustling around in the sheets, Speed was already up. He dressed himself with a fresh outfit from the closet. He always kept clothes there for himself, and even a few different items for women. They seemed to like being able to walk out in a different outfit, as though it wasn't still obvious what they'd been doing throughout the night. Sleep was not one of those things usually. This was a pleasant change of pace, almost like he was reverse-slumming it in the 'burbs, as opposed to living the lone-wolf life of a hardened biker. He grinned to himself and shook his head as he finished getting dressed, by putting on the all-important MC jacket he'd earned with plenty of blood (not always his own), sweat, and tears.
Speed was pumped up and ready to talk about it. “Mornin’,” he said when he noticed Darcy’s eyes were open.
She stretched a little before getting up, and then shot out of bed without any problems. Her eyes were clear and she seemed fully rested. She had a youthful spring in her movement that really demonstrated what a fit and hot piece of ass she was.
That was a lot different from the cheap floozies he was used to waking up with. They partied hard all night, and needed a cigarette and a shot of whiskey, or maybe a nose full of something harder, before they could even face the day.
“You wake up this good every day?”
As he said that, she started to do simple little exercises like stretching her arms out above her head, touching her toes, and that sort of thing. She was doing something that looked like it belonged on an early morning aerobics show when she replied. “Yeah well, I'm in top condition. It's just one of the perks of not treating my body like a dumpster.”
“I don't know, your body can be pretty dirty, I'd guess. Last night was just a slight taste of what you're probably willing to do. Stop me if I'm wrong.”
“I haven’t decided if you get to find out. And I'm not the kind of girl to blow my own horn.”
“Maybe you could blow mine after breakfast. I'd love to return the favor. Do you want something to eat? I know you athletes are always worried about getting enough of that caloric intake.”
“Hmm? Why would you care? I don’t suppose you have any egg whites or organic whole meal cereals?”
“Uhh…let me see here,” he said with doubt as he looked through the cupboard that was installed on the wall above the little kitchenette’s bench area. “There’s Corn Flakes here. Will that do?”
“They’re not exactly slow burning. I’ve got training in —” She had grabbed her phone and was checking the time. “Shit, it’s only four-thirty. My alarm hasn’t gone off yet. You’re up earlier than I would have thought.”
“I might be a dirt bag, but I’m not a lazy one. Anyway, there’re some big things I want to talk to you about, and I wanted to be nice and awake before we did so.”
“Well, that’s nice.” She seemed a little awkward, but that wasn’t exactly unusual. “Tell me what you wanted to ask. And you owe me some answers. I think you got your kiss, and then some.”
Speed chuckled happily. “Shit, yes, I did. Not bad at all” He slapped her on the ass as she was walking by to go to the bathroom. He grabbed his coffee and sat on the bed. He thought about what he was going to tell her while she was gone. There was no way to just come out with the whole truth, unless he wanted her to storm out of that door. No, he had to get his pitch out there first. After that, she was sure to be too caught up thinking about what to do. Hopefully she would forget to keep asking questions about Aubrey and the race yesterday. Yeah, she would want to know soon, but this was going to be enough to distract her.
Darcy came out of the bathroom with her hair pulled back in a practical ponytail. She was also wearing different clothes, like the type that she'd raced in yesterday. They were tight and made of some flimsy material, giving maximum breathability while showing off her lusciously tight body. When she saw he was checking her out, Darcy shied away a little.
Speed just kept on leering at her and raising his eyebrows. “You look fucking good in tight clothes,” he said. “I'd love to see you all dressed in leather, straddling a big hog between those lovely legs.”
“Stop it, I don't look good in my racing gear. This is just practical stuff,” she said, but she knew she was hot.
“Oh please, there’s nothing wrong with a little pride. I bet you secretly love it when guys try to come on to you.”
Darcy walked farther into the room and put her bag back down. Speed asked, “You keep clean training clothes with you all the time?”
“I'm always prepared to train. It's just the way I've got to be; this is my life.”
“That's good to hear, because I'm going to pitch you an idea that might help you improve that life in a lot of ways. And it's going to help me out plenty, too, that's if you're willing to go along with what I want,” he replied.
Darcy sat down on the edge of the bed, not too comfortable and still on alert, suspicious now of what Speed might be plotting. “Why am I nervous all of a sudden? You're not
going to try to drag me into losing and winning when it suits your book makers are you?”
“No, just listen, okay? I need you to help clean up the club’s image,” he said as calmly as he could. This was going to sound kind of crazy and desperate to her. “Now, hear me out before you make up your mind about that.”
“What club?” She walked over and started rifling through the contents of the kitchen and fridge, found a banana and began to eat it casually. Damn, it was hot as hell to watch her even touch something shaped like his dick. She wasn’t even doing anything unusual. Or, maybe she knew exactly what she was doing, and had been playing him since the moment they met. Get that shit out of your head, he told himself quickly.
“My motorcycle club. The Wild Cards. And me with it. In return for helping do that, I will be your sponsor.”
She finished the mouthful of banana that she'd been chewing, swallowing as fast as possible without doing herself harm. “Wait, what?” she asked. That got her attention just the way he’d hoped. “When you say sponsor, how much are we talking? Do you know how much money it takes to…wait, you’re going to want favors in return, aren’t you? Steve and I are going to be ‘in your pocket,’ as you say.”
“I do my research, sweetheart. We’ve got the cash, don’t worry. And no, you’re not going to be ‘in our pocket.’ By the way, no one says that outside of the movies, or maybe in other countries. Fuck it, I don't know. The point is, I want to make this a proper business venture. The athletic angle is just the sort of thing we need to get attached to our club. People would see that we're just another type of enthusiast, the sort that prefers engines over pedals.”
“I know Aubrey did something wrong to lose, or she did it on purpose. Either way, I was not the real winner yesterday. Why aren't you offering her the sponsorship instead? Seems like you're letting your emotions get the best of you, or your cock, at least.”
“I think you have what it takes to make it. She might too, but that’s beside the point. And I respect you as far as cycling goes.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“And maybe I'll give Aubrey the same sort of deal. That'd really put us up in the eyes of the public. You two are like their darlings or something, the gorgeous rivals who are also best friends since way back. The sports journalists eat that kind of shit up, and so do the fans.”
“I don't know if she'd go for that. She has this thing about making it on her own. It would be pretty obvious that you're only offering her the same deal because you want me.” It seemed like Darcy would know her friend better than anyone else, especially when it came to riding.
“Fine, but I think it's only fair to make the offer. If she wants to say no, that's her own decision to make.”
“Tell me this, then,” continued Darcy. She really didn't seem convinced; might have just been trying to make excuses so she didn't need to say no to him directly. “Why now all of a sudden? You must have seen other legitimate business opportunities before. They're all around you, like this hotel for example. Almost everyone you see is involved in some kind of legal way to make money.” Darcy kept eating the banana, having gotten over the initial shock of the whole idea.
He could tell she was mulling it over, wondering what the possibilities might be; there was a keen business brain inside that pretty head, Speed was sure of it. “You're right, but I would rather do this with you. Is that what you want to hear? I'm not going to insult you by pretending that there's no other way. We're a little passed being coy about our mutual attraction, don't you think? Your turn me on. There’s nothing wrong with mixing business and pleasure, so long as you’re smart about it.”
“Wow, you think we can just keep having casual sex on the side. What do you call that, a business perk?” Darcy took another bite of her banana, which was now about halfway done. She wrapped her lips around it and paused for just a second or two, looked him in the eyes as she did it, perhaps purposefully trying to get him going.
“Call it what you like. It was fun, right? You can drop the act now, sweetheart. I know you're tough, I get it. You don't need to keep trying to get under my skin.”
“Oh, maybe I've already done that. You're right…How do I know I can trust you?”
“I'm not making any promises. Just because I like you doesn't mean we're going to end up saying our vows together in Tahiti.” Speed tried to sound as distant as he could when he said that.
Darcy smiled at him and winked. “I didn't know you felt that way. Speed, I was talking about the business side of things.”
“Well, when it comes to business, I don't fuck around. Besides, how’s that gonna clean up our image, extorting an honest athlete and her coach? No, this is all about us going straight. There's a point when it's too much work trying to stay out of prison. I'm tired of that side of things, and so are my boys. Besides, I want to help you. Why can’t we all get what we want without anyone getting hurt?”
“Because there are too many assholes out there looking to ruin people's lives for their own gain. I’m sure you already know that,” she said.
“I'll take that as a compliment, because I'm aware of the very many assholes that are waiting to take advantage. Usually I am the asshole for a lot of people. This time, I'm not one of them, Darcy. I will show you that I can be trusted when it counts, don't worry about that.”
“Yes,” she said.
“What?” Speed wasn't quite sure, but he thought she might just be agreeing that he was an asshole.
“Yes, I’ll take the sponsorship. Thank you…” she added in a way that was charmingly humble, without groveling in the slightest. “There’s a condition, though: no race fixing. Aubrey and me, we’ll be racing against each other. Neither of us wants to win, or lose, again because of the sort of shit that went on yesterday. This isn’t just about coming first; it’s about being the best. I get the feeling you can understand that.”
“What makes you think the race was fixed? No one has said anything about that, so it's all assumptions for now.” Speed wasn't willing to tell her yet. Doing it at that moment might have ruined their agreement.
“Yes, you haven't told me what went on. I have noticed that you made sure to pitch your plan first thing. Speed, I'm not some bimbo who's just looking to score drugs and suck your dick for you. You can keep your secret for now, but I need to know what happened yesterday. I need to know my friend is all right, as well.”
“You have my word.” He really did mean it, too. The look on her perfect face told him she didn’t believe him, though.
“I’m serious about that, Speed. I know who you are and I know you’re a tough guy. All that respect and power you get from whatever you get up to? Doesn’t mean shit to me if you can’t keep your word.”
“Hey, I agreed. I give you my word, everything you just said, one hundred percent. And I like Aubrey, but not in the way she might like me. Hell, I think she's had a crush on me all this week since I first met her. Believe it or not, the club has helped her and her brother out, while also getting a little something from the deal.” That might have been saying too much, but he was already getting a big soft spot for Darcy, and a smaller one for her well-meaning friend, too.
“Her brother? Shit, of course it has something to do with him. God, he's such an idiot sometimes. I can't even begin to imagine what the hell kind of stupid scheme he's gotten into now. Do you know that a few years ago he got in trouble for selling illegal copies of new movies that were still in the theatres? I can't believe how —”
Speed put his hand up to cut her off, and she actually stopped. That surprised him, as he'd expected more ranting. “It's okay, I don't need to know all the details. Just like you shouldn't always try to find out things you really don't need to know. Trust me, it will make your life a whole lot simpler. You can just focus on riding and winning now. Leave the rest up to me.” He tried to sound serious and sincere. It was difficult to do while she was putting that lucky piece of yellow fruit in her mouth. She finished it off and put the peel in t
he trash bin that was under the kitchen counter. “I have to say though, you’re driving me crazy the way you put that thing in your mouth. It’s making me jealous — and hungry.”
“What? Oh, you liked watching me eat that? Wow, you're easy to turn on. I was just swallowing a big banana. What's so sexual about that?”
“Come over here,” he said, and Darcy walked over to him. He put his hands on her hips and looked up at her. She smelled amazing, just the pure scent of her own body. “I'm going to help you become number one.”
“Then, I'm going to help your club go straight. But there's something else that's straight, and long, that I'd like to get my hands on again.”
“Sure thing,” he said, “but first, there's something I've been dying to do.” He stood up and gave her a kiss on the lips.
She blinked and looked away after their lips parted. “That's what you've been dying to do? We already kissed yesterday, and more.”
“No, that's not the thing, though that was nice, too. Sit down and I'll show you what I mean.” Darcy took a seat on the bed again and Speed got down on his knees in front of her. He moved her so she was facing directly away from the bed, and pushed himself in between her legs. He then put his own mouth between her thighs. Her cycling shorts left a lot of her smooth skin exposed, and he kissed her up and down, from her knee to where the shorts begin. “I'm going to need to take these off,” he said.