He is going to wish he had never met me. I am going to make his life miserable, and I am taking that spot on the team, although Father is technically buying me a spot in the training camp. I will have to earn the actual spot on the team myself, and Mother and Father will have to notice me then.
Ryder
Chapter 3
I reach the van and slam my back against it. I close my eyes and clench my fists. I relax and clench again, trying to breathe through the fury. I try to calm down, but I just keep replaying it over and over again. He tried to take me out. He tried to ruin this for me. I need to play smarter. I need to be more careful. I haven’t got the money he has. I haven’t got the backing, and I can’t afford to replace the parts left, right, and centre. Letting out a sigh, I bang my head against the van.
“Hey, you good?”
“Yeah,” I say to Derek without opening my eyes. His hand lands on my cheek, and I open my eyes, meeting his. “I’m good.” I sigh and give him a tight-lipped smile.
He nods and taps my cheek a few times. “That’s my boy.” He grins, pulling me in for a hug, and I sag into his arms and throw mine around him, holding him tight for the longest time before sighing again and releasing my grip on him. He really is the best man I know, and I’m so lucky to have him.
“Thanks, Dad,” I whisper into his ear.
He pulls back. “Dad?” He raises his eyebrows at me, and I nod.
“Dad!”
He sniffs as he wipes a single tear that runs down his cheek.
I push him back. “Jesus. Don’t go all sappy on me now, or I’ll go back to calling you Derek.” I laugh.
“I don’t care. You’ve said it now. No going back.” He smiles. “Now, let’s show that prick what we’re capable of.”
Heading to the bike to look at the damage. Scuffed plastics, snapped front brake and back brake levers, and twisted footpeg. “Damn it.”
“Hey, don’t worry,” He pulls out his phone. “Mary, hey, can you call at the shop? I’m gonna place an order, but we need it picked up before they close, and I can’t get back before then… Thanks, Mary. Yeah, he’s good… yeah. I’ll pick them up tonight, if that’s okay… yeah, see ya later, love.”
I tight-lipped smile at him. I wish they could get their act together and just make a go of it. He still loves my mum, and I’m pretty sure she still loves him, too. They never fell out or fell out of love. They just got busy and drifted, losing sight of what was important. But he’s the best guy for her. They just need to stop friend-zoning each other.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re both hopeless. I love you both, and I just wish you could sort things out and stop dicking about and get back together.”
“Shut up!” He shakes his head, dials the shop, and places his order. “Right, strip the bits off, and I’ll be back in the morning. When you’re done, why don’t you head into town for a drink? Get away from here for a bit.”
“Sure.”
I kneel and start stripping the bits off. It’s not a massive job. It could have been so much worse, but it was bad enough to stop me from finishing.
Once I’m done, I head to the shower block. I look around, hoping I’ll see that guy from before, or any guy, really. I’m not fussy, and there are more track sluts than you might think. A handsome guy exiting the shower block breaks me from my thoughts. Short blonde hair, light blue eyes, tanned skin— definitely no twink. I smirk as I walk in. He’s one of the other riders. He’s in a different class to me, but I’ve seen him around. I’ve noticed him.
I flick him a suggestive smirk. He runs his hands through his damp hair and turns to watch me as I walk past. I turn as I reach the door and look him up and down.
“Think you missed a spot!” I wink, and he turns and follows me back inside. He locks the main lock on the door, comes in, and drops his bag and towel on the counter. I drop my stuff and turn to meet him.
“I’m—” I push my fingers into his lips and shake my head. No names. It’s easier to be anonymous, and I prefer it.
I back him up to the door, caging him in, and leaning down, I lick up his neck, causing him to shudder. “So pretty boy, you gonna blow me, or am I gonna fuck you?”
I see his Adam’s apple bob, and I smirk. “Ahh, don’t be bashful, pretty boy. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
I slide my hand around his throat and hold him against the door as I grip tighter on his waist. “So?” I smirk.
“Blow you,” he grits out as I nip at his ear and slide my stubbled chin down his smooth face.
He gasps at the sensation, and I smile against him. I keep my hand holding him in place around his neck as I slide my joggers and boxer shorts down, just enough for my hard dick to spring free. I don’t give him any room as I slide my hand onto his shoulder and push him down between me and the door. Once his knees hit the floor, I’ve already got my dick in hand, and I tap it to the side of his mouth.
