“Yes,” I reply. He leans down and kisses me.
“Nowthisis a perfect season,” he exclaims.
36
Javi
It’s the last race of the season, tensions are as high as they ever were. I am in the championship lead; however, Cole is close behind in second place. I need to finish the race in third or higher to win the championship. I don’t want to crash out and receive no points. As always, I don’t let the tension affect me. I am walking around, making an effort to get the team laughing and lifting the spirit in the pit box.
I come up to Sophia, ecstatic our relationship now okay to be revealed to the team and rest of the paddock. However, I remain professional. I know that she wants to maintain her credibility within the team. No need for me to be changing our dynamic drastically now. The only thing I do is pucker up for a kiss before putting my helmet on. Which, she is comfortable doing. No one bats an eye.
I put my helmet on and head to the grid to wait the long twenty minutes for the start of the race. The red lights turn off and the bikes roar over each other. All riders have a steady pace and there is not much overtaking happening in the first half of the race. However, once it ticks over to four laps to go, the action on the racetrack fires up. Riley is first, I’m in second, Fleur’s in third, and Cole had some mechanical issues and DNFs the race. Fleur starts to put some pressure on me to pass. I let her pass on one corner, only to cut back and overtake her on the next corner, our back and forth putting the fans on edge. I am the last to put my bike in second and make it stick. I have to play this smart. Staying second would still allow me to win the championship, but Riley looks like he is struggling on the last lap. Most likely tyre wear. He’s worn them out too quickly, trying to hold onto first and make a break from us. If I don’t overtake Riley, Fleur will see and take the opportunity herself.
On the sweeping last corner, I make a clean move and I’m in first. Half of my team are hanging off the pit wall, shaking their fists at me, cheering as I cross the finish line.
We all make our way to the podium, receiving congratulations from other teams and fans as we ride through to the podium. I arrive, step on the foot pegs, raise my fist, and yell. All the team chanting, “Javi! Javi! Javi!” hits my ears through my helmet.
I go to the team and hug and high five everyone. Still in my helmet when I get to Sophia, she puts her hand on my helmet and kisses the front of it where my mouth is. I grab her ass as I hug her, then wink at her. She laughs and rolls her eyes. I head up to the podium and accept my trophy.
Entering the pit box, it erupts, the team again chanting my name, banging on anything around to cause a boisterous racket. I can’t stop running around to everyone to hug them. I get to Sophia, and now that I have my helmet off, I kiss her deeply in the pit box in front of everyone. They all cheer in reception to it. We laugh between each other.
“Congratulations,” she says, her hands on my shoulders as I embrace her.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I say, kissing her again.
Dave fake coughs behind us.
“Sorry! Sorry! Couldn’t have done it without the best team in the paddock!!!” I say very loudly. And the team erupt in cheers and banging again, laughter following.
Hugging her again, my mouth near her ear, I say, “But seriously, I have one hell of a celebration planned for us back at the hotel.”
Her breath hitches.
We stay in the pits celebrating, then move with the team back to the hotel bar to continue the celebrations.
The evening passes and I find Sophia as she comes out of the bathroom.
“Why, hello there, boss!” I greet, lacing my arm around her waist.
“Good evening to you…champ,” she returns.
I sigh and look up. “Ah, that sounds so good,” I look back at her, “Especially coming from your pretty little mouth.” My thumb and finger grasp her chin.
Her breath jerks as I kiss her mouth, taking her bottom lip in my mouth.
“Should we duck upstairs?” I propose.
“I’m game,” she replies. My stomach tightens at her reply.
Keeping my arm around her waist, I usher her swiftly away from where the team is celebrating, discreetly towards the elevator. We make it into the elevator without anyone noticing.
I open up my hotel room door and gesture for her to go in.
She enters and her eyes fall across the drinks, a fruit platter, and petals on the bed. There are also some restraints and sex toys around the bed.
“Well, when you said a ‘hell of a celebration’, you weren’t kidding!” She continues to take in the room. My mouth goes dry thinking of the possibilities of putting some of those toys into play.
I stand in front of her and take her hands.
