He chuckled, the sound low and wicked as he rolled me halfway beneath him. “Nah. It’ll just make me want to finish that much faster so I can get you back here and celebrate after I win.”
His hand slid down to squeeze my butt, his meaning crystal clear. I blushed even harder, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
“So confident,” I teased even though I loved it.
“Damn straight.” He tugged the sheet lower, his gaze darkening as he followed the trail of pink down my chest. “But first, we should start our day off right.”
“With ideas like that, you’re definitely this teacher’s favorite.”
“I better be,” he growled before leaning down to kiss me until I clung to his shoulders and melted into the mattress.
Three orgasms later, and I had a whole new way I wanted to start every morning. And the rest of my Sunday until it was time to head to the race.
After how muchfun I had last night, I was way less nervous walking into Brake Point Run this time around. And much more confident in the skintight jeans and tank Rain had dropped off at the clubhouse for me since I hadn’t wanted to wear the same outfit two days in a row, and Levi had kept me quite busy in bed all day.
He led me toward the pit area this time, and his hand stayed on my lower back. Then he kept me tucked tightly against his side as we chatted with a few of his club brothers while we waited for his race to start.
“Hey, Century. Isn’t it a little early to bring Saylor to a race you’re actually in?” Torque teased. “What if you lose, and she decides to upgrade to a better rider?”
Kane shook his head with a sigh, and Edge muttered, “You’d think the single guys would learn.”
Levi tugged me even closer as he glared at Torque. “Not gonna happen.”
Torque quirked a brow. “Which part?”
“Both,” Levi growled.
“Have you forgotten how Century earned his road name?” Kane asked.
“Fair point,” Torque conceded with a shrug.
Tilting my head back, I asked, “Why do I feel like there’s a story I should know?”
“I’m just fast on my bike, baby.”
Edge snorted. “Fast as in he makes hitting a century look fucking easy.”
“Hitting a century?” I echoed, my brow wrinkling.
“Going a hundred on my motorcycle.” My eyes widened at Levi’s explanation, and he quickly added, “And only under certain conditions, baby.”
“Hell, in MotoGP races, bikes hit top speeds exceeding 225 miles per hour.”
His unhelpful comment earned Torque glares from all of the Redline Kings within earshot. He lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender and mumbled, “Gotta go take care of…something.”
While I was still trying to wrap my head around that extremely high number, one of the officials called out for the next group of racers to head toward the staging lines.
Levi turned to me and leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he murmured, “Don’t worry, baby. I know what I’m doing.”
“You better make it across that line safe and sound.” I pressed my palms against his broad chest. “Or I’m not going to be happy.”
“Got a celebration with you to look forward to,” he reminded me before cupping the back of my neck and kissing me until I was too breathless to say anything else.
Then he gave my hip one last squeeze, smirked, and headed off toward the staging area.
Still buzzing, I wandered away from the pits to find a better vantage point where I could see the whole track. The excitement in the air was contagious, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched Levi climb onto his motorcycle.
Knowing how fast they might go, my heart picked up speed right along with them. When the bikes lurched forward, the roar that exploded around me was deafening. Levi shot ahead like a bullet, leaning low over his bike as he fought for position.
