Rebel Rider, page 26
…A few weeks later, we did get a tire iron mailed to us with a big red bow around it and “To Aiden, love Luke” tag. Hilarious, that brother of mine.
All in all, life is good. Really, really good. And I’ve got Aiden by my side through all of it.
I’m sitting in my manager’s trailer, which is functional apart from a few luxuries, like the plush leather chair I’m sitting in. Aiden’s at a race, but it’s a minor one. And while I hate missing him on the track, I’ve had a ton of work to catch up on. I’ve just organized a media interview for Aiden with the local press in a couple days’ time, when word comes in on the team radio.
I jump to my feet and cheer.
He’s won—again. He’s won every race so far, except the first one of the season where he’d been a little rusty. And even then, he’d come in a really close second.
At this rate, we’ll have the league wrapped up well before the end of the season, and I punch the air in delight. I make the rest of the calls I have to make, and finish scheduling the last of our media stops for this leg of the tour before I jump to my feet, a broad, satisfied smile on my face as I head for the trailer door. All of the hard work is finally paying off, and both of us, and the whole team, are reaping the rewards.
I glance around the trailer park to see drivers, mechanics and workers standing around chatting, or making their way back to their respective trailers or RVs. I can’t see Aiden anywhere, but I suspect, with a grin, that I know exactly where he is.
Aiden is a stickler for detail, and leaves nothing to chance. He strips down, cleans and repairs his own bike after every race, personally seeing to it that nothing is missed as he strives for perfection.
I make my way to our team’s huge, expandable bike repair trailer, and walk in to find Aiden fiddling with something on his bike, the only one in trailer.
“Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” I ask, and he turns to look at me for a second with a smile.
“Not yet,” he replies, distracted. “I told the guys I’d meet them at the bar later. Just something didn’t quite feel right with the clutch. I wanted to make sure…”
He frowns, before turning back to look at me.
“C’mere beautiful.”
I shriek, giggling as he jumps to his feet, a grin spread across on his handsome features as he runs over to me and picks me up in his strong arms.
“We won!”
“I know!” I grin.
“You know I couldn’t have done it without you,” he murmurs fiercely, excitement in his voice, and I can tell that adrenaline is still coursing through him.
His face is sweaty, and flushed, and I wonder for a moment how he was able to focus on fiddling with the bike at all.
He puts me down after a big kiss, and I walk over to the door of the trailer. I click the lock into place and turn to face Aiden. His eyes are wide as he studies me, his eyebrows raised.
“You should probably change out of your racing gear, you know,” I purr, and slowly advance towards him, my hips swaying.
He grins wolfishly and hurriedly tears at his leather jacket, to reveal a fire-proof vest and t-shirt underneath—both of which quickly follows his leather jacket onto the floor of the workshop.
I walk over to him and tug at his racing pants, pulling them down until the thick bulge of him tenting the thin, tight material of his boxers comes into view. He pulls me into him, kissing me as he steps out of his racing pants.
His hands yank my t-shirt over my head, and I moan as I grab his cock through his boxers and start to stroke him. His strong hands tug my jeans undone, shoving them down over my hips as his hands find my ass.
“Now, mister hot shot. Let’s see if we can calm you down a bit, shall we?” I say, as I slip his boxer shorts down his thighs, and take his huge, throbbing cock in my hand.
* * *
We’re lying there, naked, on the workshop trailer’s floor, both slightly out of breath as we recover from the hard, fast, mind-blowing quickie. Tingles of pleasure still shoot through my body intermittently, along with a feeling of perfect relaxation.
Aiden moves onto his side, propping himself up with an elbow as he looks down on me lying on the heap of movers blankets on the floor, an unreadable expression on his face. I raise my eyebrows at him inquisitively. I can tell he’s thinking about something, yet I have no idea what.
“What is it?” I ask softly.
“Well, I just…” He grins. “I was just thinking about something.”
“Oh?”
He nods, and suddenly, from I don’t even know where, there’s a little black box in his hands. And my heart leaps.
“Aiden,” I breathe, my eyes growing wide as I stare at what I think the little box is.
He opens it, and when the light catches the gleam of the diamond, my breath leaves my body in a whoosh.
“Marry me, Hailey,” he murmurs, his eyes confident and fierce as they hold mine. “Marry me and be mine forever.”
I bring my hands to my mouth, my breath coming fast as my pulse races. A grin comes to my face as my eyes dart from his eyes, to the ring, and back to him.
“My, my, Aiden Rush, the undying romantic, proposing on the floor of a bike workshop.”
He chuckles. “Would you really want it any other way?”
“Never,” I breathe, my whole world spinning around me.
Aiden smiles that broad, handsome, smug grin as he leans close, moving over me as his hands cup my face.
“So. Will you?” He asks quietly.
“Of course I will.”
We fall into an embrace, entwined together as the word “yes” tumbles from my lips over and over.
The End
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