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We tear around the track not once, not twice, not three times, but countless times, until my hands are sore and the cap on the knee of my race suit is abraded from scraping the ground in each turn. It’s liberating, every turn I make, every apex I hit feels like freedom. Every time I hit the ground with my pegs or knee, it feels like I’m one with the bike. It’s amazing and something you could never understand unless you get out here and do it.
Each turn, and each touch down of my knee brings me closer to completeness, except for the one thing that’s been missing. But it, or should I say she, is no longer absent. Every time I pass by the paddock I see her there, a blur of yellow and white that appears and disappears in milliseconds. I can’t see her face, but I know she’s watching and waiting for me to finish, and I hope that even as just a spectator that her heart is in her throat just like it is for me.
“Hey dickhead, you almost done whooping my ass for the day?” Daniel calls out into the Cardo.
“You’ve had enough huh?” I laugh back at him, slowing the bike down enough that I can lean side to side and showboat a little for him and her.
“I’m tired, hot, and hungry, so I’ll give you this one.”
“Oh, giving it to me huh? I’ve been one length ahead of you this whole time.”
Our fists come together in a brotherly bump as he pulls up next to me, his blue bike so bright compared to my black one, and we dip into the final curve together, our knuckles pressed against each other.
Braking a bike from speeds upwards of a hundred and fifty miles per hour takes time, and as we slow down together, passing the painted checks on the ground, I wave to Millie as I pass her one final time. I can see her smiling ear to ear now, and when I come to a full stop, I open my arms and face her, inviting her to come out to us.
She hops over the cement barricade that separates the track from the paddock and jogs over, her hair fanning out behind her, her little sandaled feet bringing her as fast as they can.
“That was amazing!” She exclaims, wrapping her arms around my neck, letting me lift her against my leg. “I want to go that fast.”
“One day bunny. But not today. You need gear and practice being my backpack before I’ll ever consider letting you ride like that with me.”
“Party pooper.”
“It’ll really poop on your party if you fall off and die, baby.” I say, yanking off my helmet and shaking my head to keep the sweat from dripping into my eyes.
“Mmmm now that’s sexy.”
“What is?”
“You, all sweaty and hot.”
“Just how I like you too.” I say, pulling her further onto my knee so she straddles it. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Oh fuck, Daddy.” Millie purrs, lengthening her body under me as we land on the soft mattress of the hotel bed, sinking into it. “Take me as hard and fast as you rode today.”
“You liked that? Watching me defy death on a crotch rocket.” I whisper, pressing my face into the crook of her neck, licking her damp and salty skin.
“Yes. Very much.”
I can feel her voice vibrating her throat against my flattened tongue, as well as the pulse that thrums erratically just under the skin. Her adrenaline is still up as high as mine, and if it weren’t for me still being squeezed into a hot and wet leather suit, I’d already be inside of her.
“You know what I like?” I ask her, kissing up her jawline to her earlobe, then grabbing it with my front teeth.
“What?”
“You, in this pretty little thing that I’m about to destroy, just because I can.”
“You first.” She giggles as I nip and bite at her neck, inhaling the scent of her sweat and pheromones that drive me absolutely wild.
“Me first what?”
“Off with this heavy stuff.” She says, pulling on the sleeves of my gear, unable to budge it. “Strip for me.”
Sitting up, straddling her waist, trapping her between my thighs, I look down at her all smiling and flushed.
