“Oh fuck,” I choke, his perverse words send me spiraling. “I love you!” I fly apart. “I love you!” I ride him hard as explosion after explosion leaves my insides an orgasmic wasteland.
“Fuck, Kayla!” Dev squeezes my breasts roughly as he comes, throwing his head back as my seizing inner walls reign over his paralyzing climax. “I love you more.” He heaves, his body locking up beneath me, cords of muscle bulging from his neck and tattooed biceps.
Winded, our overworked bodies both succumb to the hot water’s draw, pulling us down and entrapping us in heated delirium.
I half float, half lay on Dev, daydreaming euphorically about the future and all the promising possibilities it holds.
25
Reese
It’s been a little over a month since I left, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt this tired or lonely. I used to love the thrill of a new season, but for some reason, it just feels lackluster. Maybe it’s because I’ve been out of the groove longer than I ever have before. Maybe it’s because our lead engineer unexpectedly retired, and working with someone brand new is a challenge I wasn’t prepared for. Maybe it’s because, for the first time, I wish I wasn’t sleeping alone.
The first test was not as stellar as I had hoped. We have a lot of work to do to align what I need while unlocking the max performance of the bike. It’s always a trial of the engineer’s and rider’s abilities, but I know it can be done.
I sink into the mattress in my silent hotel room. I’ve only been in Malaysia a few days, and although I don’t normally miss the States while I’m gone, today is particularly hard. I close my eyes and begin to drift off. I’m hoping tomorrow will be a better day, but before I can fully immerse myself in sleep, my phone rings. I barely move from my burial position as I reach for the nightstand. When I look at the screen, I break out into a smile. I hit the green button and wait for the video chat to connect.
“Hey, moto,” Kayla beams.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Happy birthday.” She blows me a kiss.
“Thank you. How did you know?”
“A guy who looks just like you told me.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sort of jealous he’s the only one who gets to spend it with you.”
“Well, if you weren’t halfway around the world, I would give you your present in person,” she flirts, “but for now . . .” There’s a knock on my door.
“Hang on.” I climb out of bed to answer it. On the other side is a man holding a small chocolate cake with glowing candles and a small wrapped box.
I look at the phone. “Are you responsible for this?”
“Guilty. I couldn’t let the day pass without seeing you blow out your candles.”
I can’t stifle my elation. And like the excited child I am, I blow out the candles, the loneliness disappearing as quickly as the flames. The man hands me the cake and small box with a wide smile, bowing as he backs away.
I close the door, drop the cake on an end table, and crawl back into bed.
“Thanks, Kayla.”
“You’re welcome. When you get home, I’ll give you your real present. But that one will have to do for now.”
I hold the box up and shake it next to my ear. It weighs next to nothing. I tear the red paper off while Kayla watches. I pop open the lid and break out in a fit of laughter.
“You like?”
I pull out the hot pink pair of panties. “I love.”
“Good.” She smiles. My girl has the best sense of humor around. “I’ve finally reached the UPS stage of a relationship.”
“Yes, you have. Is Dev taking good care of you?”
“Of course. But it’s a little lonely in the house without you.”
My life is lonely without you.
