“Fuck, I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you.”
The alarm goes off, and I grunt and try to move.Fuck. I’m still balls deep in Arch. I go to slide out, but my dick has other ideas. It’s fucking solid, so I move slowly and thrust shallow. He groans and goes to move, and I pick up the pace.
“Morning, princess,” I whisper. He shudders. As I rock back and forth, he starts to gasp, and his eyes fly open.
“Shit, what the fuck?” Then he lets out an almighty groan.
“Jesus fuck, Ryder. Shit, ahh, that’s so good.”
The look of ecstasy across his face is so sexy, and I want to stay here forever, but the alarm has already gone off, and we’ll be late if we don’t hurry.
“Gotta be quick. Grab your dick if you wanna cum. You better keep up, princess.” He grunts as I slam back into him even harder and faster than I did last night. He winces and groans at the same time.
“Don’t worry, princess. I will be so fast, okay?” He nods and chases my rhythm with his own dick in his hand, and when I fire my load inside, I push a few more times, and he catches up and follows me over. I lean in and kiss in.
“Get a move on. We’re gonna be late.”
He grunts out. “Why am I always covered in cum?”
“Because you’re my dirty little slut, and you love it.” As I head to the bathroom, he throws the pillow at me and groans.
By the time we get downstairs, we have to rush breakfast and head to the track. I feel sorry for Arch when he sits on his bike. I hear him wince and see his face clench, and I can’t help but smile a little, and he screws his face up at me. I wink at him and join the starting line.
Arch
Chapter 36
These last four weeks have been amazing, and I can’t help but hope I get into the team, but as time goes on, it’s clear that Ryder is going to be the one they select at this weekend’s final ball, where all the families will come and celebrate. I’m so happy for Ryder, and I know he deserves it, but I also know once I don’t make the team, I will have to go home and fulfil the plan my family have laid out for me. They said they would be here tonight, but I know they won’t.
I dress in my suit, and Ryder is standing, waiting for me. He reaches out his hand. “Will you come and sit with us? I want my family to meet you as my boyfriend. We said once this was over, we were going to give it a shot. Can we start tonight?”
I nod and steal a kiss. “I would give you the world right now. You know this is yours, and I couldn’t be prouder. Do you think they’ll like me?” I look at my shoes, nervous. “And Jay, what about Jay?”
“They’ll be fine. They know we’re together, and they couldn’t be happier for me. Come on.”
We walk into the hall and find our table; well, my table’s empty again—no shock there. I drop Ryder’s hand as we walk into the room. He notices, of course he does, but he doesn’t say anything. We walk over to hismum. She greets us both with a hug, and his dad rises, giving Ryder a hug and me a handshake.
Jay jumps up and throws himself at Ryder. “Fuck, dude, I’ve missed you so much.” They hug for ages, and I can’t help the tang of jealousy that washes over me. I thought he had nothing when I first met him, but then I realised he had it all, and I have nothing. Only now, it doesn’t sting as much as I have him.
The meal is nice; we sit and have conversations, and then the team announcement is to be made. They call Ryder’s name.Of course they do.I stand and clap with everyone as he heads to the stage to accept his placement, and I’m happy for him. I really am. I just know that the bikes are over for me now, and I know that was the deal. I got one shot, and that was it. It’s bittersweet. But I got the best prize, I got the holeshot heathen, and I smile to myself. I’m gonna be okay.
I stay for a bit but then make my excuses and leave. I head back to the room alone. I just need some space. I need to think.
When I wake up the next morning, I’m wrapped in warm, strong arms, and I don’t even remember him coming back last night, but we leave today, and it’s going to be weird waking up alone and being back at home. Not that it feels like a home it—never has. I turn in his arms and kiss him. I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to go home alone, but I know he has things to sort out. I know the team are in talks with sponsors already. He’s really made a name for himself.
“Ryder. Can we talk?”
“H-huh?” he grumbles.
“How is this going to work now?”
“What?”
“Us, how is it going to work?”
“We go home, sort shit out, and then we see each other as much as we can. We will work around our schedules, and you’ll come to the tracks when I’m racing. We can stay in your motorhome.”
“You think it’s going to be that easy?”
