Sophia walked around appearing to be carefree and having fun. I loved hearing her laugh echo through the pits, and I loved even more being the one to get it out of her. We worked so well side by side, in perfect sync in all aspects of our time spent together. We might have intended to keep our distance and out of each other's bed, but what can I say, Sophia couldn’t resist my charm.
When we headed to the MudPit track, I was really looking forward to being with her more, but her uncertainty around her ability to do her job well and me being distraction was a kick to the guts. I thought we had worked through that. However, I am determined to show her she can do this and I will be there to support her. I hope she will get back her confidence and let someone in again.
I am out of bed, making coffees when she emerges from the bedroom. Hair is dishevelled and her pyjamas are all askew, like she was rolling around constantly all night. But I have shared a bed with her. She doesn’t move.
My breath hitches when I notice her again wearing the promo clothes I gave her months ago, loving that she chose to use them as her pyjamas. I never tire seeing my colours and number on her in the privacy of this motorhome, imagining all the ways I wish I could be with her. Blinking myself out of my naughty thoughts, I sing out, “Morning.”
“Morning,” she greets me with radiating warmth, even though her sleepiness.
“Coffee?” I raise her cup. I know she needs coffee first thing. This routine feeling so right.
“Yes, please!” She perks up already and looks lovingly at the cup. I find myself wishing she look at me like that.
We drink in silence until she starts to feel human, thanks to the liquid gold. “Ready for the last day?”
Not needing a moment to think about it, I say, “Bring it on. Do we have anything in particular we need to focus on?”
She finishes her last mouthful and replies, “Nah, we have a lot of data. Today will just be having fun.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I down the last of my coffee and outstretch my hand for her empty cup.
“Let’s get out there, champ,” she says as she rubs her hands together, giving me a wicked smile that makes my dick twitch.
Another perfectly fun day on the dirt, laughing and chasing each other through the track and over jumps. We explore all the tracks, sometimes venturing off to some of the off-track parts. We are ecstatic that last night’s rain was a decent downpour, and the MudPit was actually muddy. By the time we get back to the motorhome, it’s mid-afternoon we are covered in mud. We had only planned to be out there for the morning and head back to the track today, but have pushed it out to head back tomorrow.
Gesturing to the motorhome as we push the bikes near it, I nod to Sophia. “You head into shower, I’ll hose these down.”
“Thanks, I won’t be long,” she replies, relieved. I know she’ll be keen to get onto her laptop and assess the new data.
Hosing down the bikes, I wave at the last car leaving the parking lot for the day and have an idea for tonight’s dinner.
As I am locking up the second bike on the rear wheel stand, Sophia comes around the corner. Her hair is wet and now air drying as baggy sweats engulf her frame.
Smiling at her, I wave a hand towards the first bike. “Both bikes are cleaned and the laptop is collecting the data now from the first one. Just need to connect it to the second when it’s ready.”
“Thank you!” she says, a little more surprised than I expected, and of course, I have to tease.
“No need for that much shock at me doing something right.” I laugh. “I’ll head in for a shower now.”
She watches me head into the motorhome. I can’t help but overthink everything we did today. It was amazing to spend this time with her; her carefreeness at not having to hit particular testing checkpoints or being a stickler for the time. She went out and just enjoyed herself and the day. I wish she would let herself go like this more often. I throw some sweats on myself and head back to the garage area to suggest a ride. When I round the corner, I take Sophia in.
She sits backwards on one of the bikes, her laptop perched on the back part of the seat, elbows on her knee as her hands are propped up under her chin. Both bikes are secured by the rear wheel stands locked, not going anywhere. Clearly, she has found something interesting as she leaps off, laptop placed on the wheely toolbox, and starts fiddling with something under the bike.
She won’t be able to test it now, but it will be ready for the next time we are on track. Or tomorrow morning, if she had her way. I spend a decent amount of time watching her tinkering with whatever she has discovered, marvelling at her focus and enthusiasm. Finally, she notices me leaning on the opening of the garage.
“Figured you found something interesting,” I say with a smile, arms folded across my chest.
“Yeah, just a quick change and I’ll test it when I get on track in a few days,” she replies, happy with the progress. She stands up and, absentmindedly, puts her greasy hands on her hips.“Fuuuuck.”She instantly moves her hands and inspect her pants, hoping for not too much grease stains. But the damage had been done.
“Well, damn. You’ll have to take those off now.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. The wicked tone in my voice comes naturally whenever I am around her. My stomach flips with worry at her reaction. I’ve tried to be on my best behaviour and adhere to her wishes this week. Not that it hasn’t been really nice spending time with her, but we have had strictly civilised conversations. No innuendos or our normal, secret lines. Only spending time in each other’s company.
“Why don’t you come here and take them off for me?” she proposes, turning towards me, leaning backwards on the secured bike behind her.
I thought maybe she had gotten over me and not want me anymore, and was just here for the bike testing. But, if she throws that line out, it would be rude not to follow through with my suggestion, right? My eyes light up and I know it's okay.
Walking towards her, I raise my hand to her face, stroking my thumb down her jaw and across her beautiful, soft lips. My chest tightens and I can feel electricity in my core. My thumb lingers at her lip. She opens her mouth wider, and my thumb drops in. She licks it and gently bites down on my thumb. I put my hand on her hips, in the waistband of her pants, and with a slight movement, they fall to the floor. My hand moves to her chin and I lean down for a kiss. It is an unexpected, gentle kiss. Sensitive and sensual, wanting to devour her, but in a tender way. It has been torture being around her all week, not being able to kiss her. My hand moves to roaming all around her body, making up for the lost time. Her hands do the same to mine, causing my body to tingle in the wake of her fingertips. I take her shirt off and she pulls my shirt and pants off, too.
When the kissing and touching starts to feel completely overwhelming, she breaks away. I am frozen, unsure why we stopped.
