by Lindsay Becs
Dipping my head, I smile to myself at how I love that she’s wearing my color. I like her wearing my number and my clothes. I love that I’ve been inside her and know what she feels like from the inside out. But more than that, I love that she’s here with me. Trusts me to teach her to be the best.
Unable to keep away any longer, I stand and move to the seat next to her, picking up her feet and placing them on my lap. “I like the color you picked,” I tell her with a knowing smile.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmmhmm. It’s my color.” Her eyes pop up to meet mine. Clearly, she didn’t realize it, but I’m not letting her change it now. She moves like she’s going to do just that, but I grab the bottle from her hand.
“Hey! You almost messed up my fingers,” she says agitated now, making me laugh.
“Can I paint your toes?” I ask.
“You want to paint my toes?” Smiling at her, I nod my head. “You don’t have a weird foot fetish, do you? Cause I’m not into weird shit like that.”
“No,” I laugh and paint her big toe. “I don’t know; I just want to.” I shrug, dipping the brush back in the bottle for more color.
She watches me as I paint her toes, and I manage to only mess up a couple. Not bad for my first time. Closing the bottle, I examine my work, satisfied with how it looks.
“Dude, quit being weird,” she laughs as she takes the bottle from my hand.
“I’m not being weird,” I say defensively. “Is it so bad that I wanted to touch you and be next to you?”
“No, it’s not,” she answers softly.
“Good,” I say before stealing a quick kiss from her lips. “Want to play twenty questions? I need something to distract me from wanting to fuck you,” I tell her candidly.
“Zander!” she whisper-yells at me. “Could you have said that any louder?”
Lifting a shoulder, I answer, “Probably.”
“Fine, you go first.”
“Favorite food?”
“Easy. French fries. Favorite color?”
“Blue. Duh!”
“My bad,” she laughs.
“When did you know you wanted to race?” I ask her.
Her eyes drop, and she licks her lips before answering. “I lived for going to races and the track and watching my dad race. It was a rush to watch, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the one out there on the track. He took me once, and from that point on, I just knew. I wanted that feeling again and again.”
“That, I understand. It is a high like nothing else out there.”
“When did you first ride?”
“Well,” I start, “when I was in high school, I needed a way to get around, and my bicycle wasn’t doing it anymore. I couldn’t afford a car, so I went for the next thing. A guy in the neighborhood was a junkie and was always looking to make money and had a decent bike. I told him I’d give him two hundred bucks for it.” I laugh, remembering how dumb the whole thing was. “He, of course, agreed. I taught myself how to ride and when I could afford it, I bought a faster bike. I started street racing, illegally. Then a rider coach heard about me and came to watch one night and, as they say, the rest is history.”
“That’s crazy! So, you’re essentially self-taught,” she states as a fact. “Wow.”
“Yep. Alright, I have to know. Why did you want me to teach you instead of waiting for your dad?” I’ve been dying to ask her this, to know why she chose me.
“He thought it was a phase I’d grow out of. Plus, I’m the unpredictable child. The reckless one.” She rolls her eyes. “But I was serious about riding. I wanted the best and if my dad wouldn’t teach me, I knew you were the next best one.”
“Ouch!” I put my hand on my chest. “Next best? That hurts, babe.” The term of endearment drops from my mouth without thinking, and I hope she sweeps it up in that I’m joking with her.
She laughs, leaning her head back against the side of the plane, getting more comfortable. “Well, then? Yeah. Now? I don’t know. You’re giving dear old dad a run for his money. You think you’ll win this year?”
I shift in my seat, not sure how to answer her. Slowly, I nod my head. “I think I can.”
Grabbing my hand in hers, she squeezes it. “I think so too,” she tells me, making me feel like I already won. Hearing her say she believes in me like that means more than she realizes.
Reaching for her, I pull her into me to kiss her. I don’t care if anyone here sees. They can all go to hell for all I care.
“Thank you for saying that.”
Pulling back, she looks deeper at me, and I’m afraid of what she’ll see there. “I mean it, Zander. You’re incredible. You know this. You don’t need me to tell you.”
Taking in a deep breath, I lean my head against hers. “I question it all the time,” I admit.
“Why?” she asks, reaching up and messaging my neck and into my hair.
“My life’s been different than yours. I just… It’s nice to know someone I care about believes in me besides my Grams.”
We stay like that for a few minutes, and I wonder if she’s going to push more into my life and my past. I don’t think I’m ready to share that part of me with her yet. I’ve already shared more than I have with anyone else, and I know one day I’ll want to tell her more. But not today.
“Would you rather eat cold spaghetti for every meal for the rest of your life or only be able to drink hot water?” she asks, making me chuckle, making me more grateful for her.
Looking up into her beautiful face, I realize that I think I’m falling for this girl who I have no business being with at all.
“Hot water,” I answer before kissing her once more.
“You rode like shit that last lap,” I tell Poppy as she rolls to a stop in front of me.
She gives me the finger with her gloved hand, making me laugh. Pulling her helmet off, she gives me a frustrated look. “My butt started to cramp.”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, that can happen. Want me to rub it out?” I offer. She throws her gloves at me. Guess not. “What are you so upset about tonight?”
“I thought I was doing well, but this week I’ve been riding horribly. I don’t know what’s changed.”
We’ve been back in the circuit for a couple of months, and she’s been doing great, but she has seemed off this week.
“Might just be the track.” I shrug. “We all have tracks where we do great and some not so much. Stop being so hard on yourself.” I close the space between us, cupping her face. “You are doing fucking awesome,” I tell her as I look down into her blue eyes.
“Thanks,” she says, dropping her eyes from me. “Just doesn’t feel that way.”
“Then let’s get out of here. Maybe you need a break,” I offer.
Getting off her bike, she shakes out her hair and unzips her riding leathers. Watching her is sexy as hell, and it’s making me hard. I pull her into me and drop a kiss to her lips. “Ride with me.”
“You want me to ride with you? Like on the same bike?” she asks like I asked her to ride naked or something. Oh, shit. Now I’m picturing her riding naked, and it’s making my dick twitch more.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “Why is that so weird?”
“It’s just… I’ve never ridden with anyone but my dad, and it’s been years since then. I’m always the driver.” She pauses, thinking about it. “What if you ride with me?” she counters.
“You want me to ride bitch?!” I exclaim.
“Why is it so different than me riding with you? Double standard, dude.”
“Fuck,” I sigh. “Alright. Let’s do this.” I’ll do it and give her this if it’ll put a smile on her face.
She changes out of her racing leathers and into a regular jacket while I grab my own and my helmet. Climbing on behind her feels weird. I’m not against rubbing up against her back; in fact, that thought sounds so good it could be dangerous. I’m just not used to giving someone else control like this. I like being in control of my surr
oundings and what’s happening. By riding with Poppy, I’m giving her all the control while we’re on this bike.
“You ready, gorgeous?” she asks me with a glint in her eye.
“Oh yeah,” I tell her with more confidence than I actually feel.
When we take off, I have my hands holding on to her thighs, and I start rubbing the insides when we stop at a red light. She tenses but doesn’t push me away or ask me to stop.
With the change from red to green, she takes off faster this time, the momentum pushing me backward. She’s playing dirty. I can win this one though. Sliding forward until I’m pressed against her more, I put one hand on her stomach while the other one goes between her legs.
My cock is already hard as steel, and I’m sure she can feel it against her. I move my hips back and forth, rubbing my cock against her perfect heart-shaped ass, which is pushing back into me. I could get off like this, easily, but I’m not going to.
She pulls into the parking lot of the hotel where we’re staying minutes later, and I chuckle that she didn’t take us for a joyride but brought us right back here. Once she’s parked, I climb off and remove my helmet. She does the same, and her face is a mixture of frustration and lust. It’s just a matter of what will win out.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her with me toward the elevator. We ride up and enter my room in silence. Taking her helmet, I place it down with mine on the table. When I turn back to her, she has her jacket off already.
“You better deliver something spectacular after working me up like you did on the way here, or I’m going to bite your dick,” she says serious as ever.
“Kinky,” I laugh but then shield my cock from her when she raises a brow.
Shucking my jacket and removing my boots, I watch as she takes off her own. I groan when she pushes her jeans down her sexy hips, kicking out of them. Taking off my shirt, I throw it as I walk toward her, dropping to my knees in front of her.
“Take your shirt off and spread your legs, beautiful,” I husk. “Bra too,” I add, unzipping my jeans and gripping my cock to give me a little momentary relief.
Running my nose against the wet center of her underwear, I look up her sexy-as-fuck body. Ripping the cotton from her with a snap, she gasps. I smirk up at her before leaning in and running my tongue through her slit. Moaning, she leans back against the wall, her hands going into my hair.
“Fuck, you taste so tangy sweet,” I say before diving back into her pussy. My tongue dances around her tight little hole before flicking over her clit. Closing my lips over her, I suck it into my mouth as I plunge my finger inside her.
“Fuck, Zander, I’m going to come,” she moans out all breathy.
“That’s the point, babe,” I mumble against her sensitive flesh. “Shit, why did I wait so long to taste you?” I groan.
“Stop. T-t-talking,” she stutters, but it makes me laugh and that makes her yell, and I like that.
My lips latch on again, and I suck her into my mouth as my fingers pump in and out of her. She’s so fucking close. Her legs begin to shake. She comes, screaming my name while I lap and lick every drop from her.
Standing, I quickly drop my pants and boxers to my feet, stepping out of them while pulling Poppy against me. I walk us to the bed and tell her to get on her knees, grabbing a condom as she listens. She’s so fucking perfectly beautiful with her ass in the air and her pussy all wet and glistening from me and for me.
Kneeling behind her, I push her forward until her face is resting on the bed. My fingers lightly run down her spine. My hand grips her hips, and I smack her ass, getting a sexy yelp from her. I smack it again and then push inside her as I rub her ass to soothe the sting.
Starting slow, I try to make this last as long as I can, even though it’s not going to take much. “Rub yourself,” I tell her as I quicken my pace. Her sounds and moans pick up too. She tips over again, and I follow her seconds after with a growl.
Smacking her ass one last time for good measure, I pull out of her and go to the bathroom to clean up. She’s hardly moved when I come back into the room.
“Was that spectacular enough for you?” I ask, nuzzling into her neck as I curl around her. She nods her head with a hum. “Next time, I’m painting your ass,” I whisper into her ear.
She lets out a groan. “What are you turning me into?”
Turning her face to look at me, I whisper, “Mine,” as I capture her lips with my own.
9
Poppy
The past nine months have been unlike anything I could have dreamed up. Zander has had an incredible season and being next to him through it all has been pretty awesome. It’s different when it’s someone you care about and are sleeping with.
I’m also feeling more confident with my own racing and riding. Zander even had a couple of the guys on the circuit come out and do a run with me a couple weeks ago. It was such a high! He’s been so patient with me and the best trainer I could ask for.
Today is the last race of the season, and like the last couple of seasons, it boils down to my dad or Zander winning. Their points are so close in the polls that it could be either one of them taking the championship this year.
I made sure I was the loving daughter wishing my dad luck earlier, but deep down, I want Zander to take it from him this year. It’s time my dad retires, even though I think it’ll take more than a loss for him to do so.
Making my way back to Zander’s section, I feel someone grab my arm and pull me into a hallway. “Hey!” I yell, pulling against my assailant, but I think I already know who it is.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me back against him, my back to the front of his racing leathers. “Who are you cheering to win today?” he whispers in my ear.
Letting my head fall back against him as his lips connect with my neck, I reply with a breathy, “You.”
“That’s my girl,” he says against my skin, and I can feel his cocky smile.
I spin around, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing his lips. “I know you’re old too, but if you let my dad win, that’s not saying much for your stamina, dude,” I tease.
“I think you know my stamina is just fine,” he says, biting my neck. “In fact, I’ll remind you later.”
“I don’t know. You might need a nap after your big day,” I jest more.
He tickles my sides, making me giggle. “You better behave,” he grits in my ear and nips at my lobe. Spanking my ass as he pulls back, he turns to leave. “I have to go, but you better be cheering for me.”
“I will be,” I assure him with a smile.
“I want this so fucking bad, Soda Pop,” he admits earnestly. He’s only won the whole championship once before, and it was several years ago. He’s definitely due a win.
“Then take it.”
He nods and points at me before turning around and walking out. I watch with butterflies as he makes his way to his team and bike. It’s showtime for him. Interviews, last-minute checks, lineup, and warm-up lap. He’s got this. I know he does.
Watching Zander pass my dad on the last turn and crossing the finish line first had the entire stadium on their feet shouting. It’s pandemonium everywhere! My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I watched. It was so close to the very end. They both raced great and respectfully, which is the best anyone can ask for. I know my dad will be disappointed, but he’ll also be happy for Zander.
I wait in the green room for Zander to finish his celebrating and continue to watch on the screen as he takes his victory lap, waving to fans, pulling wheelies, and doing tricks. He’s such a big personality that everyone loves, including me. Wait. What? Do I love Zander?
Watching him get his trophy, I can’t stop smiling as I explode with excitement for him. He blows out a kiss, and I’m sure all his fangirls think it’s for them, but I know it’s mine when he makes a ‘pop’ sound, pulling the inside of his cheek with his finger.
Laughing, I think about when he did it for the first time a few months
ago, saying it was going to be our signal to each other. He said we could use it to show the other person we were thinking of them and wishing they were closer.
My heart squeezes in my chest as I watch him. I’m so proud of him and so honored to have been by his side through it all this year.
I’m wiping a fallen tear from my eye when I hear him. “Why are you crying?” Turning to face him, I run into his arms, kissing him so hard our teeth clash together. “You seem happy, so why the tears?” he asks against my neck when his mouth travels down.
“I am happy,” I tell him, grabbing his head and forcing him to look at me. “You did it. You fucking won!”
He leans his head against mine and lets out a long breath. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“I didn’t do anything but use all your extra time. You did that, dude. Not me. You.”
He hugs me tighter against him, and I relish in this private moment between us, knowing it’s all about to end soon. He holds me to him like I’m his lifeline, and I feel the same. Neither of us knows what’s going to happen next now that the season is over.
Pulling back, he peers down at me with his eyes sparkling. “Will you be my date to the IMR banquet next week?”
The IMR banquet happens every year at the end of the season. It’s where the season champion is given their trophy along with other awards given. It’s also a big fundraiser for the races. I’ve gone before with my family for my dad but going as Zander’s date might not come off the best. Especially since he just beat my dad.
“Zander…” I start.
“Think about it?”
I nod, biting my lip, not saying what I know I should. That this should be the end for us.
Even if I don’t want it to be.
It was always supposed to be temporary and easy, right?
“You look beautiful.”
Smiling, I turn as I put on my earrings, the finishing touch before I’m ready to go. “Thank you.”
“You almost ready?” my dad asks from the doorway of my room.