Satisfaction (The Temptation Series #2)

by K. M. Golland

  My smile went from ear to ear, but there was no noise coming from either of us. I was almost afraid to look round, but as I mentioned before, I am not timid; so I slowly turned my head back to where he was sitting. He had one hand still grasping the remote and the other in his hair. I gave him the biggest smirk I had in me, got up on all fours again, and circled round to face him. I slowly crawled in his direction, giving him the burning gaze he so often fires at me. I crawled up to his legs and lifted the remote away from his hand, then climbed up on his lap straddling him.

  “I win.”

  He didn’t say anything, just lifted me up and carried me to his private elevator. The doors slid shut, and I found myself being pressed up against the wall. He never hit any buttons, so I knew our destination was exactly where we were. I could tell he couldn’t wait a second longer to be inside of me, there was still dead silence between us, but our eyes were as usual in deep discussion. He knows I’ve beaten him, and he can’t handle it, can’t handle that he finds it hot.

  I lifted my dress off as he held me against the wall, still not saying a word. What was he waiting for? For me to kiss him? No Alexis, you won. Make him be the first to kiss you. I leaned forward making sure my breasts massaged his chest, and put my mouth as close to his lips as possible without touching them. See how unbearable this is, Bryce? I then moved my face to his neck, then across to the other side of his face, until I was breathing warm and heavy into his ear.

  I whispered. “I win.” He was quicker than lightening and had his mouth on my neck and his hands on my breasts. Oh, fuck. I gripped the railing and shrieked at his ferocity and need for me, it was so sexy. His hands were forcefully gripping and holding my tits as his mouth found my own. He let them go momentarily and wrenched his pants off, still managing to keep me up against the wall. He was hard and full and he didn’t hesitate in entering me with force, sending excitement and wild sensations right through me. He fucked me hard up against that elevator wall, pulling out his cock to the very tip, and driving it back into me, over and over again. I can honestly say it was the wildest sex I had ever had. We didn’t talk during it, not once, until the very end when he relieved his warm built-up liquid tension inside of me, with a luscious vibrating groan.

  “You win, my love.” He said softly as he placed light kisses on the corners of my mouth.

  Breathing heavily, I replied, “I know.” He leaned over and pressed button number two. He stepped out of his pants and when the elevator reached its destination, carried me to bed.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The next morning, we woke up at the same time which was rare. He always seemed to get up at the crack of dawn, unlike myself who utilised the privilege that was a sleep-in. When you have children, a sleep-in is the ultimate treat. You only need to ask my sister Jen, who has three children under two. I don’t know how she does it, but Jen survives on little to no sleep at all. I was looking forward to seeing them all on Sunday at my parent’s house. Jen and her husband Steven lived just out of Shepparton, so I didn’t get to see them as much as I would like. Whenever I visited Mum and Dad, I made sure I visited them as well. I rolled over and placed my head on Bryce’s chest. He wrapped his arm around me and secured me tightly to him.

  “Good morning, beautiful. Did you have a nice sleep?”

  “Yes, thanks to you.” I could feel the satisfied smirk on his face without even looking to see if it was there. “So what are the plans today, Mr Clark? Am I still on paid holiday leave? Or am I required back to work?” I traced my finger along his superb abdomen.

  “You are working, Ms. Summers. Today your job is to participate in the ‘real race’.”

  “The real race? What do you mean?”

  “I told you, Hunny, yesterday was only practice.”

  “If you think you are going to be Mario, then think again.”

  My head bounced up and down on his chest as he laughed. “We aren’t playing the Wii, my love. We are going to drive real go-karts.” Oh, Mr. Clark, you are a glutton for punishment.

  ***

  We had a shower, got dressed, and consumed a quick breakfast of poached eggs and toast, then headed down to the garage.

  “Which one, Hunny?” he asked. I looked at him, and at first I thought he was suggesting which one to fuck on. But I soon figured out he meant, ‘which one shall we take’. Alexis, he knows what you are thinking you dirty girl! He raised his eyebrows as though my suggestive thought was better.

  “Well, we can’t take the Lamborghini, can we?” No certainly not, I swear that dent in the roof is the same shape as my arse. I really wanted to suggest the McLaren, but I didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves. I know he liked the attention, but I was still getting used to it. “Can we take the Charger?”

  He smiled. I think he knew how the Charger made me feel. “Of course we can.” Yay, cue the happy clap. He opened the door for me and already this car was doing things to my insides. Maybe not a good idea choosing this one, Alexis. You might not actually make it to the track! The engine roared to life and Bryce gave it a rev, making me giggle like a school girl. Alexis, get a grip.

  ***

  I enjoyed every minute of our drive to the go-kart track forty-five minutes south of Melbourne. There were a few envious glances in our direction, but overall it was not too bad, I could definitely deal with it.

  “So, my love, are you ready? You only get one chance, you know.”

  “Oh, Bryce, you don’t know what you are in for. I only need one chance.” It was ‘on like Donkey Kong’, and we were both very much in competitive mode as we entered the building and made our way to the front counter. The young man was busy with the computer and didn’t look up when he spoke.

  “G’Day mate. Booking in for a session?”

  “How much to hire the whole track to ourselves for 20 laps?” Bryce asked casually. That made the guy look up, but he was clearly annoyed with the request.

  “We are open to the public today, mate. If you want to book a function you need to ring this number.” He handed Bryce a pamphlet.

  “I will pay fifty thousand dollars now for a private function.” The young man’s eyes widened, as he stared dumbfounded at Bryce. He must have thought we were trying to pull the wool over his eyes.

  “Are you for real?”

  “Yes.” Bryce was firm, but I could tell he was hiding his amusement. I could only imagine what it felt like to offer such a large sum of money and stop someone in their tracks like that, it must be very empowering. Or obnoxious!

  “No, wait a minute.” I turned to Bryce. “I don’t want a private session. I want to race you with others on the track. That’s only if you are not afraid of obstacles?” He deliberated my suggestion for a short while then agreed, paying for 20 laps as general public patrons. We were given helmets and hair nets. I laughed uncontrollably when Bryce put his on, but even with the horrid white shower cap thingy, he still looked incredibly hot.

  “Laugh all you want, Hunny. I will be the one laughing when we are done here.”

  “Pfft, so you think!” We were each seated in a kart, mine was red and Bryce’s blue. Red is always faster, take that, Mr. Soon To Be Loser Clark. I had managed to study the large outdoor track before we were called for our race. When I was a teenager and had raced stock cars with Dad, I had always analysed the tracks beforehand to gain an advantage, and today was no different. There was a long straight and two slightly smaller ones, a couple of tight bends, a hairpin, and two really good sweeping corners. Overall, it was a very good track.

  I could feel my nerves butterflying in my stomach. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though, as I’d always experienced nerves before the start of a race when I was younger. I would jiggle in my seat—adjust my belts—check my visor—and stretch my neck. But as soon as that green flag went down, the nerves disappeared and my focus took over. So these butterflies infiltrating my abdomen were a welcome reminder that I was about to get down and serious.

  We sat
lined up on the starting grid next to each other, five rows back with approximately thirteen other people ranging in ages from twelve to maybe fifty. He looked over at me, and I could see the thrilled, but competitive, glint in his eye. He put his hand to his helmet, then pushed it out again, to signal that he blew me a kiss. I, on the other hand, do not fraternise with the enemy and stuck my tongue out at him instead. Um, Alexis, apparently you have a helmet on and he cannot see your tongue. Shaking my head at my own idiocy, I decided to stick my thumb to my helmet and twinkle my fingers, indicating a raspberry instead. I’m almost certain he would have smirked, but I didn’t hang around to find out as we were given the green flag and off I went.

  Bryce shot out quick, following his inside lane behind the young man in front. Both of them had to go around the lady ahead of them who apparently hadn’t noticed the race had started. I moved out of formation almost instantly, as the young child in front of me had not yet figured out his accelerator from his brake. Poor kid. I wanted to stop and help him but my inner bloodthirsty racing alter ego took over, forcing me to speed off in pursuit. I slotted in just behind Bryce, putting me in fourth place. Bryce was third, the young man he followed in second and a mystery person in first. I knew I had to stay with him to have any chance of winning. From past experience, I knew these karts became heavy as your arms became tired, so if the size comparison of Bryce and my biceps was anything to go by, I was pretty sure my arms were bound to feel tired well before his.

  Bryce showed signs of impatience as he swerved from side to side behind the young man in front. I smiled, because I got the sense this would lead to an opportunity to pass him, so I stayed close and waited. He bumped the young man ever so slightly which allowed me to take the outside lane into one of the smaller straights. I pressed my foot down, accelerating past him and his young nuisance, putting me into second place. Unfortunately, my lead did not last long, as he made up ground when I underestimated the large sweeping corner. Shit. Crap. Balls. I had not yet managed to get a good feel for the kart, and had swung the back end out slightly, allowing him to come up the inside and stay there abreast with me down the long straight.

  The second sweeping bend approached as we rocketed along. Bryce had the inside lane which gave me a choice to either fall in behind him or stay in the hope he would not slide out too much and push me off the track. I opted to keep my composure as it was too early in the race to try anything brash, so, I did the right thing and slotted in behind him as we entered the corner.

  One lap down and 19 to go, my adrenalin was pumping and I felt good. Nineteen laps was a long time, though, and if I were to have any chance of beating him, I needed to formulate a strategy. There are times when racing where you need to be aggressive, assert your dominance, and intimidate your opponents, but there are also times where you need to be submissive, follow the leader and lay dormant like a sleeping volcano. The thing about sleeping volcanos are, they explode, fire away, and become quite lethal. My strategy was going to be the latter; follow the leader and quietly wait for the right opportunity. Sort of like a snake in the grass, waiting for its chance to strike.

  I followed him quite closely for the next 15 laps, weaving in and out and around the majority of the rest of the field. My co-driver habit of looking past the racers ahead of me, and into the field beyond, was not lost on me as a driver. Doing this proved to be handy when there was crash or a youngster accidently going the wrong way. Poor kid! My motherly instincts kicked in again, and I desperately wanted to help the little guy, but I couldn’t. Not now. I had to beat Bryce, there was no other alternative.

  He kept turning his head round to see if I was still there, I think he was trying to entice me to make a move. I’m not stupid, Mr. Clark, I know what you’re doing. This snake is not going to take the bait. The mystery person was also still out in front, and I would catch glimpses of him momentarily when we entered the straights. With three laps to go, and my arms holding their own, I decided I would pick up the pace. I didn’t want to try and overtake Bryce just yet, my plan had been to do that with just under two laps remaining, but he locked up the brakes going into the hairpin, allowing me to gain better momentum, therefore putting me in the lead now whether I liked it or not. I had no choice but to floor it, with my heart pounding and my adrenalin levels increasing as I sped off.

  I took every corner as tightly as I possibly could, making my arms feel the weight of the kart as I held it together. I couldn’t look back, I knew he would not be far behind, and as I turned onto the straight, the white flag was dropped indicating it was the final lap. Mystery guy was only a couple of kart lengths ahead now. Either he got held up or I had made up a lot of ground. I narrowed my sights on him and kept a kart length between us. As we entered the hairpin, I could hear the engine of Bryce’s kart close behind. He gave me a little ‘love’ tap, bumping me forward, and letting me know he was there. Oh that’s how it’s going to be is it?

  I kept a firm grip on the steering wheel and came as close as I could to the mystery person in front. Bryce was right up my backside now, and I had to make the executive decision as to which side he would try and pass me on. I guessed he would be his cocky self and pass on the outside, so swung out to the right then gently nudged my front left hand wheel into the mystery person’s back right one. This sent him slightly to the right, blocking Bryce’s attempted pass route and slowing them both down. I turned hard to the left and floored it across the finish line. I won! I freaking won! I let go of the steering wheel, and put both hands in the air. Take that, Mr. I-Never-Lose Clark.

  The race steward directed me into the pits where I came to a stop. Bryce pulled up alongside of me, and we stepped out of our karts at the same time. Although I was over the moon, I was still a little nervous about beating him and felt a bit reluctant in removing my helmet. Don’t be silly Alexis. Take it off and boast your little heart out. I removed my helmet and the awful hair net along with it, and watched hesitantly as Bryce did the same. He smiled from ear to ear, and as I looked at him, I mouthed the words ‘I win’. He smirked and flashed his burning approval which settled any nerves I had about how he would react.

  Mystery person pulled up behind my kart and leaped out of his seat. He marched right up to me, lifting his visor and displaying an expression which was far from pleased.

  “Don’t look so fucking pleased with yourself bitch. That move was a dog’s act.”

  “I beg your pardon?” Who the fuck are you, dipshit? I was shocked, how rude, and to act this way in front of children, what a wanker.

  “It’s just a race. You might want to calm down.” I stepped aside, in order to get away from this nasty pile of testosterone-fuelled pig shit that thought he was God’s gift to go-kart racing.

  “Don’t tell me to fucking calm down.”

  Bryce was standing in between us almost instantly and was now right up in the raging lunatic’s face. Go for the Trachea, my love!

  “What did you call my girlfriend?” Girlfriend? Sounds very high school! He was beyond furious and staring wildly at the prick.

  “The bitch spun me off the track.” Bitch? I’ll give you bitch, knob head.

  “I did not. I gave you a gentle nudge. You were holding me up.” I turned to leave. “Come on Bryce, let’s just go.”

  Bryce grabbed him by the shirt. “Apologise, now.” I swear he was ready to rip his head off.

  “Fuck off.” Mystery-man leaned forward and head-butted Bryce with his helmet. The knock to Bryce’s head stunned him for just a second, but after that second elapsed, Bryce was ready to well and truly take the fucker out.

  I held his arm back. “No, don’t. Bryce stop. There are kids watching. Stop, please, he is not worth it.”

  He looked up. “He called you a ‘bitch’ Alexis.”

  “I know, my love. But look.” I pointed to four young children who looked terrified along with their parents, who were trying to get them as far away from the fight as possible. Three men came running down to where we were
standing, ready to break up the fight.

  “What’s going on here?” asked a man wearing a manager’s badge. Bryce had let go of the Mystery-fuckers shirt and now had blood dripping from his forehead.

  “This bitch spun me off the track. Disqualify her.” Mr Pig-Shit-Mystery-Fucker was still chucking a tantrum. The guy was a complete nut case. Bryce moved his arm ever so slightly at the mention of the word ‘bitch’ again, and tried to shrug from my grip.

  I held his arm tighter and whispered in his ear. “He’s not worth it, my love, trust me.”

  The manager looked to the steward and raised his eyebrows. “The move was perfectly fine, boss.”

  “Fucking pansies, the lot of you.” The guy wrenched off his helmet, threw it at his kart then stormed off, cursing as he went. Parents held there kids close to them and gave him as much room as they possibly could. I couldn’t believe it, I had seen some pretty aggravated dummy-spits in my life, but this one topped them all. It was a friggin’ harmless go-kart race, for fuck’s sake.

  “Are you all right, mate? Your head is bleeding.” The manager pointed to Bryce’s forehead.

  Bryce ignored them and turned to me. “I’m sorry, Hunny, are you okay?” He looked regretful and hurt in my defence. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tissue. Being a Mum, I made it a habit to have at least one tissue on me at all times. I placed it over the laceration.