by Megan Lowe
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grit out. She moans in response and digs her nails into my back. I flip us over so she’s on top, and she gasps. “You okay?” I ask, concerned.
She nods and bites her lip. “You’re so deep this way.”
“Is it too much?” I hate thinking I’m causing her pain or discomfort. I look up at the girl, no, the woman who came out of nowhere and stole my heart.
She shakes her head and cups my face. “With you, it’s never too much.”
“You sure?”
“I’m certain.” As if to emphasise the point, she lifts herself off me before slamming back down. My eyes roll back in my head, and I’m hanging on to her hips so hard I’ve probably left bruises. “Mmm,” she moans as she lifts herself again. I manage to open my eyes, and the sight that greets me almost has me shooting my load. Aubrey above me, hair a mess, sweat beading over her body, breasts bouncing right at eye level. It’s taking everything I’ve got to stop my rapidly approaching orgasm. I pull her closer to me and suck one of her sweet nipples into my mouth. She cries out and I feel a rush of moisture coat my balls. Yeah, my girl likes that. I suck it harder before lightly grazing it with my teeth. “Mav!” she cries, and I feel like a champ.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I pant, pounding into her now in desperation. I’ll be damned if I come before she does. I switch nipples, sucking and biting the other. It’s not too much longer before she’s squeezing the life out of my dick. I reach down and rub her clit, immediately triggering her orgasm and setting me off as well. We take a minute before I roll us to our sides and slip out of her, ridding myself of the condom. I turn back to her and tuck her into my side.
“So how are you feeling this morning?” she asks, her fingers tracing some of my tattoos.
I look at my cock, which has finally gone soft, although I’m sure it won’t be for long. “Spent but oh so satisfied.”
She laughs and hits my stomach. “That wasn’t what I was asking.”
“That was what you asked though.”
“Mav,” she says, and I laugh.
“I’m good. Better than I have been in a long time, I think.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah, I realised that I can’t just shut everyone out. Doing that got me in the mess I was in in the first place.”
“You’re not alone,” she says, and kisses my jaw.
“I know. But knowing it and realising it are two different things. I get it now,” I say, and I do.
“Good, because that’s one thing that you’re not or ever were, even if you thought otherwise,” she tells me.
“Yeah, I get that now.”
“Good. So what are we doing today?” she asks, resting her chin on my chest and staring straight in my eyes.
“I thought I might go riding,” I say quietly.
“Really?” she squeals.
I nod. “It might not be very interesting for you, but I think it’s time I got back on the bike, and truthfully, I missed the old girl.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she says, her eyes bright. “Just park me under a tree and I’ll amuse myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
I kiss her quickly, then head to the large box that showed up a couple of days after my bike. Apparently my sponsors were keen I not forget them, and conveniently included gear for the lady in my life. It didn’t take a genius to figure out my sister-in-law had been doing what she does best.
“Here,” I say, and throw some riding pants and a shirt at Aubrey.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“Riding gear. Even though you won’t be with me on the bike while I’m doing stuff, we still have to get there, so you’ll need to wear that.”
“This is so exciting,” she says as we get dressed. “Where are we going anyway?”
“A buddy of mine lives up here. He has a massive property where Jax and I have trained in the past. He gave me a key and told me anytime I needed to escape, he had a place.”
“Did you ever stop to consider that you weren’t doing such a bang-up job of pretending you were happy just riding?”
“Huh,” I say. Honestly, it never crossed my mind that maybe Tom could see I wasn’t happy.
Aubrey shakes her head. “Honestly, you men have the emotional range of a peanut.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
“All right then.” I hand her a helmet and some goggles before taking her hand and leading her into the living room.
“Hang on!” she says, and proceeds to run around grabbing all sorts of things. Twenty minutes later she’s finally done.
“Holy mother of God,” she says as she spots me leaning against my bike.
“What?”
“Do you have any idea how hot you look?” Her face is flushed and her eyes are bright.
“If I’m half as hot as you are, we’re in trouble.”
“We’re in big trouble then,” she says, and takes a photo of me with her phone.
I laugh. “Are you ready now?” There’s a touch of annoyance in my voice.
“We literally got up half an hour ago and haven’t had any breakfast, so I was grabbing that, as well as lunch and something to keep me occupied. Some of us worry about stuff like that,” she huffs.
I chuckle as I go over to her and grab her by the hips. “Thank you for worrying about all that.” I lean down to kiss her. She goes to deepen the kiss, but I pull away before I’m not able to.
“As much as I’d love to take that further, if we don’t go now I’m afraid I won’t ever.”
“Oh right, sorry,” she says, blushing.
I brush my thumb along her cheekbone. “Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart.” I wheel the bike outside, turn around to lock up, and return to the old girl. For a while I just stare at her.
“Mav?” Aubrey asks softly. “You don’t have to do this today, you know.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m okay.” I swing my leg over. “Just wait until I start her up, and then you can get on, okay?” She nods.
I turn the key and slam down on the kick-starter. She starts up straight away, purring. I rev the engine a little and feel a smile break across my face. I hold a hand out to Aubrey and help her get settled behind me. Not going to lie, there’s a lot of advantages to having her this close to me. I take off and she squeals, clutching me tight around my middle. As the scenery rushes past us, I remember what kept me on the bike for so long. It was this. The rush, the freedom. My whole life, my whole family, has been about bikes, and it’s as much a part of me as they are. I was a fool to think this wasn’t for me and that I could drop it like it meant nothing.
About half an hour later we reach Tom’s compound. He’s one of the pioneers of FMX in Australia and a dead-set legend. We met him when he was doing a demo in Booker about six years ago, and since then he’s been a good friend and a big supporter of ours. I park the bike, and Aubrey gets off gingerly.
“You okay?” I ask. Between the bike and the way I went at her last night, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was more than a bit sore.
“You have a bike that’s worth a hundred thousand dollars, and you couldn’t get a more comfortable seat?”
I laugh, but quickly stop when I see her glare. “The seat’s not that important. The more low profile it is, the easier it is to grab on to or get my leg over. I know it’s not very comfortable for riding, but I don’t have a trailer.”
“Whatever. So we’re here, what now?” she asks.
“Whatever I want.”
“So what are you waiting for? Show me what you’ve got, cutie.”
I smile at her and start the bike, quickly racing around the mounds. After a couple of runs I work up the courage to jump. Nothing fancy at first, but before long I find myself letting go of the handlebars and flying towards the back of the bike. I grab on to the seat just as it’s about to go past me, and haul myself back on. Then it’s backflipping and throwing 360s as na
turally as breathing. The tricks may be coming back to me, but I’m also unfit as fuck. I guess sitting behind a computer and making out with Aubrey wasn’t doing my fitness any good. I ride back to where she’s set up underneath a tree.
“You looked incredible out there,” she says, handing me a bottle of water. I guess it was a good thing she thought about that before we left, as I drain it in practically one gulp.
“Thanks,” I pant.
“I don’t know how you do it. I’d be terrified.”
“It’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying, but I guess that’s why we do it.”
“You look like a natural,” she says quietly.
I shrug. “I always found it easy. It’s funny, I didn’t think I missed it so much. I thought riding wasn’t a part of me, it wasn’t who I was, but now, with you as well, I feel like I’m me again—but better, you know?”
“Just because you’re up here going to uni doesn’t mean you can’t ride anymore,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “And just because you’re back riding doesn’t mean you have to give up uni. There’s room for both, if you want it.”
I bury my face in her neck, her scent invading my senses. “You’re so smart. Why are you with me again?”
She lifts my head so I’m looking her in the eyes. “Because I know a catch when I see him, and you, Mav, are a catch and a half.”
She kisses me, full of passion, before we stop to have lunch. I spend about an hour more riding before a lack of petrol puts the brakes on that.
“So will we be coming back here anytime soon?” she asks as we leave.
I nod. “Yeah, we will.”
Chapter 21
Josh
It’s been weeks since I’ve set foot in Mav’s apartment. Ever since Aubrey started staying the night, he’s had very little time for me. I don’t want to sound whiny, but he was my friend first! I mean, sure, they saw each other before I knew him, but Aubrey didn’t want anything to do with him! Now, it’s like they’re surgically attached, which doesn’t make things at all awkward for me. The good news is, Mav and I have all the same classes this semester, which are totally Aubrey-free zones. It’s just out of class that’s the problem. It wouldn’t be so bad if Mav came around to ours, but Grandpa still hasn’t warmed to him. In fact, his hatred towards Mav only seems to be growing. I think that’s a large part of why they’re always at his flat. I don’t blame them; the stuff Grandpa is saying is pretty terrible, but I don’t have anywhere to escape it, except for right now. Mav and I have another group assignment to do, so I’m over at his place to get started on it. He unlocks the door and lets us in.
“You have a motorbike in your living room,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Yeah, I don’t think Knley, Bria, and Aubrey thought of where I was going to park it when they organised to have it sent up here.”
“Knley and Bria?” I ask. I’ve heard the names, but I’m still not sure on who they are.
“One of my best friends and my sister-in-law,” he tells me.
“Oh,” I say. “Why don’t you keep it outside?” I want to say “like a normal person,” but Mav’s my friend and I don’t want him to stop being that, especially since he’s my only one.
“It’s worth a hundred grand. I’m not parking it outside where anyone can take it.”
“A hundred grand!” I screech.
He shrugs. “It’s my FMX bike, the one I rode at the Extreme Games. You can’t just ride a stock bike.”
“You realise that’s, like, a quarter of a house?” I ask.
“You think that’s insane, you should see the bikes my brother Liam rides. You’re not getting much change out of a mil for those.”
“A million dollars?”
“Yep. Gotta be in it to win it, and Ryan Racing are the best so we gotta have the best,” he says.
“You realise what you could buy with all that money?” My eyes are seeing dollar signs just thinking about it.
He shrugs again. “That’s what it takes to do what we do.”
“So you’re doing this again?” I ask, gesturing to the bike.
“Sort of. I’m riding again. I don’t know about competing though.”
“What about uni?” is what I ask. What I really mean is “what about me?”
“I’m still at uni.”
“So you’re doing both?” I ask.
“I don’t know if there is anything to do when it comes to riding, but at the moment I’m happy just to be back on the bike recreationally.”
I blow out a breath. “Oh, okay.”
“You want to get started on this assignment?” he asks, and I’m grateful for the change of subject.
We’re making good progress, laughing and shooting the shit like we used to, when Aubrey walks in. She even has a key and everything.
“Hey cutie,” she says as she comes over to Mav. She tilts his head back and kisses him.
“Sweetheart.” He pushes back from the table so she can sit on his lap. “How was your day?”
“Ugh,” she says, “I swear the girls in my course are so bitchy, everything’s a competition with them. Plus, I’m pretty sure most of them are only doing nursing so they can meet a doctor and marry him.”
“You tell them FMX riders are a better option?” Mav asks.
“The last thing I want to do is bring more attention to you. It’s bad enough they know you’re on campus.”
“Is someone jealous?” Mav says, and nuzzles her neck.
“Ahem,” I say, breaking their lovefest.
“Oh, hey, Josh,” Aubrey says. “I didn’t see you there.”
“Nice, Aubrey. We’re twins, for Christ’s sake.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like we’ve got that twintuition thing, so were not really twins,” she says flippantly. Not really twins? Then what the fuck are we? Just two people who happened to share the same womb for nine months? I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of twins.
“Great, well since we’ve got that cleared up, I’m gonna go. It’s clear my time with Mav is done, and since my not really twin is here, it’s obvious I’m intruding,” I say as I throw my stuff in my bag.
“Josh,” Aubrey says at the same time Mav says, “You don’t have to go.”
“You guys have made it perfectly clear that you’d rather spend time alone, so I’ll leave.” There’s more pleas for me to stay as I walk out, but I don’t listen to them. They’re only saying that because that’s what they’re supposed to say; they don’t really mean it.
I fume the entire tram ride home. Stupid Aubrey with her stupid hotshot boyfriend. He was my friend first, and now she’s taken over and all I’m left with is him in class. He doesn’t even play video games that much anymore. He’s too busy with Aubrey. Well, fuck them! Fuck both of them. I don’t need them. I’m fine without them. I stomp up the stairs and throw my bag down harder than I should.
“What’s up your arse?” Grandpa says, standing in my doorway.
“Nothing,” I tell him.
“Where’s your sister?”
“At Mav’s.”
He huffs. “That boy is no good, and your sister hanging around with him so much is a bad thing. She’s supposed to be focusing on her studies, not traipsing around with that thug.”
I shake my head. I might be pissed at my best friend, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let someone talk shit about him. “Mav’s a good guy, Grandpa.”
“He’s a bikie and a criminal.”
“Grandpa, Mav doesn’t ride those types of bikes,” I explain.
“It doesn’t matter what he rides, he’s still turning your sister into one of those bikie sluts,” he tells me.
I go to interject, but he’s not done.
“I know what they’re doing, alone in his apartment. No one will touch her now, you realise that? And who’d want to? Some bikie’s used goods…. And it’s your fault, you know.”
“Mine?” I ask, outraged. “How is this my fault?”
“
You’re in the same course, aren’t you? You brought him round here, he was your friend first, wasn’t he? There’s no way your sister would have even looked twice at that crook if it wasn’t for you.”
I sit for a minute and think about what he’s saying. He’s right, about all of it. There’s no way Aubrey would’ve gone for Mav if it weren’t for me. In fact, she despised him when she first met him. It was only because he kept coming around to work with me that she kept seeing him. And wasn’t it my trouble with Connor that ultimately led her to fall for him? My shoulders slump. “You’re right, Grandpa,” I say, defeated.
He nods. “Of course I am, and you’ll be the one to deal with her and her reputation when everything goes south. I want nothing to do with her.”
“What if it doesn’t go south?”
“It will,” Grandpa says as he walks away.
The next day I’m met with a heap of messages from Mav and Aubrey, all saying how sorry they are, how bad they feel, yada, yada, yada. I don’t answer any of them. Then come the phone calls. I send all of them to voicemail, until they start ringing the home phone too, which pisses Grandpa off. Finally I give in.
“What?” I snap, answering Aubrey’s call.
“Oh, you answered,” she says, surprised.
“Well, when you started ringing the home phone Grandpa got annoyed, so I only picked up to tell you to stop it.”
“We—I am really sorry about what happened yesterday,” she says, ignoring my statement.
“Whatever.”
“You know I didn’t mean to imply we’re not twins. Of course we are. I just meant that we don’t have that psychic link other twins seem to have,” she says.
“I know exactly what you meant,” I tell her.
“Please don’t be like this.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Angry.”
“Don’t tell me how to feel, Aubrey,” I snap.
“I’m not. I’m simply asking for your forgiveness and to come out to dinner with us tonight. We’re going to one of those food truck things.”
“You think food is going to make this all go away?” I ask. I mean, really?