by Carmen Faye
“What her brother needed was cash, a lot of it, fast. Maybe she didn’t want to worry you and make you lose the race.”
“Maybe…so, do you think I’ve forgotten about that picture? You’re still in hot water.” She thought about that first time together in the hot tub, but pushed the imagery to the back of her mind. He wasn’t getting out of this so easy.
“She’s been obsessed with me since we first met. Believe me, I didn’t do anything about it. I don’t mess around with women who have issues like that. I could tell right away there was something troubling her. I don’t need that kind of hassle in my life.”
“Sure it’s not because deep down there’s a nice guy fighting against the complete bastard you show to the rest of the world?”
“If you want to believe I’m that simple, it’s your mistake, sweetheart.”
“Okay, say I do believe you, but I want evidence? You got her messages in your phone?”
“No…I smashed it earlier today.”
“A little rage at being ignored? You have been bad, haven’t you?” Darcy liked how the tables were turned and she was being the dominant one for a change. That probably wouldn’t last long, at least not once they got naked together again. She just loved giving up control to Speed.
“You could say that. I do have some instant messages she sent online.”
“Good. I’ll want to see those. For now, I forgive you, since I guess you didn’t actually do anything.”
“There goes your power trip,” Speed said. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Darcy nodded, and grabbed his crotch over his jeans. “I think now it’s your turn to take charge, wouldn’t you say? I saw that cheap motel on the side of the road back before the canyon mouth. How about we have some fun?”
“Don’t you have to train?”
“Oh, I’ll be training after. Will you help me keep pace again?”
He would help her out, but not before they went to that roadside motel. They had to load the cycle up in her hatchback first, and they drove separately to the motel. Darcy went and booked a room for the house. She felt good knowing the old lady behind the counter could tell the room would be used for sex, kind of kinky.
“So, now that you’ve been so kind to give me back control, I think it’s time for you to show me how much you can take,” Speed said once they were alone in the room.
“Yes, sir!” she said, throwing her clothes off. “I’m yours, baby. Use me.”
Speed pushed her down onto the floor, face first. It was a bit musky, and she imagined how many others had done it right in that spot. The carpet chafed her nipples as Speed got on top of her and slid his dick inside her pussy.
“I’ve got my own training session for you. You’re the bicycle.”
He pushed her face down into the plush carpet, which muffled her moans. It hurt, but in a good way. He crouched down over her and bounced up and down, pile driving himself into her.
He pressed down deep and flooded cum into her. “You’re lucky I like you,” he said, slapping her ass hard and standing up. “Otherwise, I would have done that hard.”
“Maybe next time?” Darcy said, recovering from the aggressive sex, picking herself up. She had marks from the carpet on her, and a few rug burns. She smiled and winked at Speed, because she had never felt so good. She’d spend her adult life in control of everything, training, trying to be the best. It felt nice to just let someone else tell her what to do, use her as they wished. “I finally understand why women let guys use their bodies like that,” she said. “It feels so good to be bad.”
"It feels good to be with you," Speed added.
Chapter Eighteen
Speed had no idea how Darcy could take a thrashing that would leave most women unable to walk, and then still go training. Sure, she was sore for a while after, but seemed to honestly love every second of the time they’d spend in that shitty motel room. It was like a short vacation, and they both needed the time to rest and get away from everyone.
"Being with you does something to me I can't explain. I don't know what kind of crazy voodoo you've got going on behind those bright eyes," Darcy said.
"Believe me, I know what you mean. No woman's ever had me by balls like this before."
"What? Oh, you mean metaphorically? Hey, that's kind of sweet if you ignore the vulgar image." She kissed him.
The hot sex seemed to make Darcy more energetic, too. She’d told him she rode better after they fucked, and it looked like as much was true. If things kept going that well, she was sure to qualify for the Tour de France. After that, even if she didn't do so well in the big race, just having made it was bound to boost her career. And if she actually won the Tour? The sky was the limit. Speed planned to be along for the entire ride, by her side and making sure that she was well taken care of.
"I don't know how you find so much energy," he said to her.
Although, once they finished the training, Darcy admitted that she was pretty worn out, in more ways than one. “Do you think I could just head home and get an early night?” she said when they were packing her cycle into her car.
“You’ve definitely earned the time to yourself,” Speed said. “I’ll admit I might miss you. You happy now?”
He still tried to keep all the gooey bullshit to a minimum, but it was getting more difficult every day. He hoped this wasn’t how some bikers turned soft, letting a hot piece of ass wear them down. It happened more often than normal people would know. They'd find a woman who "completed" them and lose their taste for blood, for keeping their head in the fucking game. It was only a matter of time before the criminal world caught up to them and made them meat.
The smart ones got out of the life before they went completely soft. If they had enough associates who were loyal to them, it wasn't too hard to do. Speed wondered if that's where he was headed: giving up the good life of an MC president so he could get married and start spawning children like every other moron. It was a sickening thought, but somehow it also seemed like a heavily approaching reality. Darcy was making him into a softie, no matter what he did.
It seemed to make her happy to be with him, and that was nice. He didn't care how soft he might have been going, as long as she was happy. Yep, that was how it happened…
“Am I happy? Yes!” she said, hugging and kissing him romantically.
It felt pretty nice to have someone look at him that way. It wasn’t just in the ‘I want your dick’ way either, which felt fucking amazing in its own right. Sure, Darcy did do that—a lot. But she also looked at him like doing so made her feel all warm and happy inside. He didn’t want to admit it, but that’s the way he’d been feeling lately when he was with her, and even when they were apart and he thought about her. It worried him to feel so vulnerable, and on more than one occasion, Speed had seriously thought about ending it with her. There was just no way he could actually bring himself to do that. Besides, none of his boys seemed to have a problem if their leader had a steady chick, so he figured it didn’t matter.
Aubrey’s brother was in it deep again, he found out after getting back to The Wild Cards’ clubhouse. “You’re shitting me,” he said when Mash had told him. Mash was as loyal as they came, and he loved a good whiskey almost as much as he loved fist fighting – hence the nickname. “Okay, tell those greedy loan sharks I’ll have their money for them in no time. Just don’t go mouthin’ off about this. I don’t want our rider to get put off and lose any races.”
“Don’t worry, Speed. I got this.”
“No, I’ll take care of it. Darcy’s my woman. Just make sure it stays quiet.”
“There’s more, though,” added Mash. He was a big sonofabitch, taller than Speed. He was a lot fatter, too, but there was so much muscle holding the extra weight up; it only made him look ever scarier. Yeah, he loved to fist fight, but he hardly ever got a chance to do it these days. Everyone who knew the club knew not to get in a fight with Mash, not without a weapon. Speed had to look up to talk to him.
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br /> “What now?”
“Gill saw that other rider, the smaller one with that tight ass you just wanna eat. She was training with that older bastard you warned off, used to be Darcy’s trainer.”
“You mean Aubrey, and Steve?”
“Yep. They were training together, and they were acting like they’d been screwing each other. Grabbin’ her ass, gettin’ up there, too, like she was his puppet. Dirty old cunt.” Mash smiled while giving the details. That was just the kind of thing he would have enjoyed doing.
“You jealous?” said Speed.
“Yeah, I am actually…We done, boss? I wanna go get my dick sucked.”
Speed sat in his office alone after Mash left. He couldn’t believe Aubrey would go for that ex-military douche bag. He was maybe fifteen years older than her, which wasn’t the problem. The guy was just such a dickhead – the type of person Speed had clashed with his whole life. He hated authority types, and Steve was just that sort of asshole. Aubrey would have been easy to seduce, but the guy must’ve been up to something. Sure, Speed didn’t blame Steve for wanted to do a hot young thing like Aubrey. But if he wanted to train her, why not do so while training Darcy? Why not try to fuck her earlier? This was all smelling as fishy as a two-dollar whore on a Sunday morning.
The whole thing looked bad, and now was not the time to be getting side-tracked by the drama. The qualifying race was coming up soon, with just one more race to go before that. They needed to keep their focus, especially Darcy. Speed would have to take care of everything else and give her the freedom to do her thing and race like her life depended on it.
Chapter Nineteen
That weekend was the big race, the only one left before the qualifying race. It was taking place a little ways out of Las Vegas. It seemed like an odd place to have a race, since there wasn't much but dirt and the wind out there. Inside the actual city was where the action was, which must have been the driving force behind the decision to host the race there.
Las Vegas, what a place to visit. Darcy had always hoped she’d get to go there, but it wasn’t like there was much time for smelling the roses since she'd started racing when she was a teenager. She hadn’t taken much time to explore the world and see the sights. She'd travelled around the country a fair amount, but it was always for races. There wasn't time for anything but training, riding, packing, unpacking, trying to win, possibly dealing with losses. At least Aubrey was usually there with her. She was at this race, too, but not in a friendly capacity – just another rival.
The race was taking place on a particularly warm day, in the heat of the desert. Maybe that was why they were holding it out there: a great way to separate the children from the real competitors would be to see how much they could sweat before they dropped. Darcy was already sweating before she'd even begun her warm up. It was a necessity to keep her fluid levels higher than normal, to make up for the moisture lost through perspiration. Speed was a champion in that way, ensuring she always had a cold drink to sip at when she needed one, or some ice to put on her head to take off the edge. It wasn't even that hot, not by the standards of some countries. Maybe the pressure was getting to her, as well, making her feel worn out and hot.
Either way, Darcy hoped that one day this would all be behind her, and she’d be competing in cooler places, in Europe and the like. There was no stopping a rider who won the Tour, and she kept her mind focused on going after that esteemed honor. There was no stopping her, period.
Once they were off, things seemed to cool down. The moving air that raced by them worked against the sweat and brought Darcy's temperature down, at least at first. It didn't take long for her to heat back up, though. All of the riders were clearly having a harder time than usual, and it most likely had something to do with the beating down sun. There were also the buffeting winds out there in the desert, making it tough to keep momentum going straight. It was a true test of who deserved to go through to the final qualifying round, and who was only fit to be sent home with their tail between their legs.
Darcy had been preparing for the heat, and working herself extra hard. Always training up in the mountains meant that her cardio was top notch, and she was able to keep her breathing steady even under the brutal sun. Once they were on the track, that was paying off big time. She took the front of the entire group, and felt like there was nothing that could stop her. Lately things had been going so well, and all that positive energy was converting into racing power.
There was barely any question about who would win. Darcy was a gun during that race. She was full bike length ahead of Aubrey, only she’d earned it all by herself this time. The two women put all they had into it, but Darcy just had something more. She had the power of her blooming romance, and the heat in their bedroom, and knowing that everything was there for her to take. Unfortunately for Aubrey, she had none of those things, however sad that was.
Darcy did have to admit that, in end, it was a close race, with Aubrey not the only person giving Darcy a hard time on the pedals. For a while, she fell back into third place, and it seemed like all of her hard work had been completely wasted. Maybe she’d been spending too much time messing around with Speed and the motorcycle club, and not enough time actually training. But her relationship with Speed only looked bad on paper. In reality, it motivated her to keep trying, to work harder, to be her best. She was still living the clean life, and Speed supported her there. Hell, some days he didn’t even drink, and that was a really big deal for him.
Their passion gave her fuel to burn when she put her butt on that bicycle seat. No amount of disapproving looks or mumbled gossiping could take away the facts: Darcy and Speed were the perfect combination.
No, no! That was what she kept telling herself every time it looked like someone else was going to get ahead of her. Soon enough, she’d gotten back to second place, tying closely with Aubrey once again.
This time, however, Darcy got ahead of her longtime friend. And this time, she did it all on her own. First place! It was a great feeling, even though it felt bad to have been up against Aubrey as an enemy, and not in a friendly capacity.
"You're the best!" yelled Speed as Darcy accepted first place.
Aubrey was beside her, second place yet again. This time there had been no sort of meddling, and Darcy had earned it herself one hundred percent. But there was almost a cold breeze coming from Aubrey, with the icy glare that she shot at Darcy sideways. That was the only time she made eye contact with her the whole day.
None of it made any sense. They were relatively civil over the phone earlier in the week, when Aubrey had called to clear things up. And then there was that sudden mood change, before she'd hung up the phone and not called again. Darcy went to say something to her, but then withdrew. What was she going to say? It was clear her ex-friend hated her.
Darcy hadn’t realized who Aubrey’s new coach was until after the race was over either. That worked in her favor, because it would have been an upsetting distraction. She walked away from the winners stand and right up to Speed.
"That's who he's coaching now?" said Speed behind Darcy. He'd walked over while she was lost staring at Aubrey and Steve. "Fucking hell, that's not going to end well at all. Are you all right, sweetheart?"
"Sure…" she said.
Just then, Steve glanced in her direction and gave her a little smile, a harsh one at that. Then, his face went cold and he seemed like he hated her, too. Maybe she should have let Speed kick the guy's ass, just to teach him a lesson about loyalty and respect. She was thinking like a biker now, but it didn't bother her. They didn't seem nearly as bad as a lot of other people. The real difference was that bikers were honest about who they were, and didn't try to act like they were better than everyone. That was how Speed was, anyway.
It all seemed like it wasn’t real: Aubrey ignoring her, practically hating her, Steve looking at her with resentment. And he was coaching her now. Worse, still, it was painfully clear that the two were together in another way. That mad
e Darcy feel sick to her stomach, and she wondered what kind of crazy stuff had gone down for that arrangement to come about. Sure, they might have been a genuine couple, but it was more likely that someone was out to get something. She really didn’t want that thing to be revenge.
There had been no sign of trouble either, so that rumor was either an empty threat, or just hearsay. One other good thing came out of it all: she really didn’t miss having Steve as a coach.
“The guy was always a loser,” said Speed, his arm around her shoulder. He’d brought out a bottle of sparkling wine to pop as celebration for her victory. As he put it, “None of that French shit for us.”
“You’re going to be heavily into that ‘French shit’ if you want to come with me to the Tour de France, baby,” was Darcy’s reply for that.