He points a finger at me, looking annoyed. “No, you were careless with yourself, doing dangerous turns and cornering in competitions to push the boundaries.”
“That’s what a pro rider does,” I swallow the coffee down, “I needed something I had control over, somewhere I could unleash all the pain. I was careless to get better results but also careful as much as possible.” We don’t yell at each other but it feels like our hearts do.
“You know the pain doesn’t go away. The memories won’t ever leave you but they can quiet and turn into a background noise that is a part of your story. It’s a chapter and you have many more of those in the future.” He sounds like a goddamn novel.
“I know it now.” I huff in anger at the wind.
“Go get him Scar, scratch his money maker,” he goads, “Scratch his face.”
I chuckle, “Asshole.”
Later that day, after a ride with Dean and the group I’m teaching, I pull into the motel parking lot and see Blakely getting off of someone’s bike, and that instantly sparks a feral nerve in my system.
The blood in my veins boils as my eyes follow her little body walking toward her room. Charging in her direction to catch up with her, I take my helmet off in the process. The minute she opens the door, I push her farther into the room, enter inside, shut the door, and shove her back against it.
Tossing my gear onto the floor, my lips slam into hers, a long suffocating, lustful, and bruising kiss like the ones before. I’ve been dying to do that since the moment I left.
Pulling away with a gasp, “Why did you ride with someone else?”
“Unbelievable, you need help!” she fumes, pouting her lips almost into a snarl. “You don’t own me and you made it crystal clear it was just a job done the other day.”
“Wh-what?” I lower my voice, “What made you think that?”
“The look on your face.”
I gaze at her, lost in those brown eyes that make me question everything. “I told you I’d be back. Why are you always finding excuses to get away from me?”
“Maybe because you always give me a reason to.” The sincerity is laced thickly in her voice.
“And what if I gave you a reason to stay, would you?”
“After my tire blew up in the middle of the road, he gave me a ride. Milo sent someone to pick up my bike and bring ithere and they will replace the tire with a new one. Happy?” Her hostility collides with my chest. “I deserve a smoke or an orgasm.”
“You deserve to suck my cock,” if we’re making suggestions, “Instead of wasting your skilled lips on a cigarette, demonstrate your expertise on my boner.” A dirty look meets her eyes as I wiggle my eyebrows once, taunting her, trying to get a different reaction.
Her pulse is dashing over the roof and she’s bluffing this by acting tough but I’m willing to run with it. My fingers lock around her throat, slowly tightening.
“Tell me you want this,” I ask, my lips almost brushing hers.
“I’ll tell you what,” she mulls the idea in her head, “One night.”
“Let’s make each other forget everything for one night.” I tighten my hold until she gasps. “Agreed.” My eyes search hers, making sure she’s focused on me and what I am about to ask. “We can do whatever we want to each other?”
“Agreed.” The intent spills out of her tongue. “I’m clean, you can take me raw.”
Oh, fuck. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.”
“I’m clean too but are you sure?” I check again.
“Positive.”
“That’s reckless.”
Those sweet lips that taste like raspberry chapstick move again, “Fuck me already.”
I won’t pretend that hearing those words doesn’t make meso fucking hard so I gaze into her eyes and let my crooked smile say unspoken words before I prepare her for tonight.
