Racing Heart, page 11
I push up to my tiptoes to see over everyone’s heads, but it’s no good, everyone is taller than me. I hate being small. Looking up toward the arrivals sign in the airport, I hope I can see the top of his head, but nothing. Instead of waiting near the back, I podge through the crowd and make my way to the front. At least then, I’ll see his gorgeous face first. Finding an empty gap, I stand and wait like an excited kid at Christmas. I’d like to say patiently, but I’ve gone way past patient now… I need to see him, like yesterday.
As the holidaymakers and businessmen begin to filter through with their cases, I get excited, bouncing on my tiptoes but still nothing. Glancing down at my watch for a split second and looking back up, the face I’ve been waiting for is standing at the gate looking directly at me. Where did he pop up from? Who cares, there’s a smile a mile wide on his face, and I know mine is probably matching his. I can’t wait any longer; instead of staying put, I run towards him throwing myself at him. Dropping his case to the ground, he prepares to catch me.
“Ahhhh, you’re back.”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting this welcome.”
“Yeah, well, it may have been a little quiet without you.”
“Ahh, I’ve missed you, Red.”
“Red, really?” I pull back an inch, raising an eyebrow at him when I see the amused smirk on his face, “Could you not think of anything more original?”
“I happen to like it, it suits you. Now shut up and give me a kiss.” He demands, placing his finger over my lips, shushing me.
Pulling me into him, he steals my breath as our lips join in a searing kiss. Of course, I oblige him because I’ve missed those lips so much. That is until I hear a fake cough coming from behind us.
“When you’ve finished, I’d like to get out of here and shower, I need to remove this sweaty sheen from my body.”
Grinning, I look over Finn’s shoulder, removing my legs from around him.
“That was way too much information Braydon, but did you have a good flight?”
“No darlin’, it was absolutely shit. It was worth it to see you though. I’ve had to put up with his whining for the last eleven and a half hours.” He thumbs at Finn over his shoulder before leaning across and kissing my cheek, then walks around me dragging his case along behind him.
“Someone’s tetchy,” I state to Finn.
“Gah, he’s a grumpy bastard, just ignore him, he's always like it when he flies.”
Putting his arm around my shoulder, he tucks me into his side, squeezing me.
“Argh, it’s so good to see you. I feel like I’ve been gone a month, not a week.”
Oh my god, it’s so weird. He’s not been gone that long, but it really does feel like a lot longer. Once we’ve dropped Braydon off, we head off to my house, where we can have some time to ourselves.
I take us a beer into the front room, putting them down on the coffee table and slide onto his lap, placing a leg at either side of him. With his hands on my hips, he slides a finger beneath my T-shirt until I can feel the palm of his hand against my skin. Raising it upwards over my ribs, his gentle touch makes my skin feel like it’s burning.
“Did you have a good trip?”
“Hmmm. I think so.” He nods. Circling my body with his arms, he pulls me closer. “I never thought I'd be glad to be back in the UK so soon though. I think that has to do with a sexy redhead…”
“You think so? Well, I’m glad you’re back.”
Planting my lips to his again, I can’t wait to taste him again. With the tip of his tongue, he traces the seam of my lips seeking entrance but of course, he doesn’t need permission, and I open up right away for him. I feel like all I seem to do is give in to him. One touch from him and I’m done for. Finn deepens the kiss, sending a tingling sensation running through my body, but I pull back from him, savouring his taste and lick my lips. Pulling one leg from beneath me, I put it to the floor and twist around, getting our beer from the table. Before positioning myself back on his lap, with both of my legs over his.
“So, tell me about California… was it business or pleasure?”
“Well,” he lifts the bottle to his swollen lips knocking back a gulp and answers on a swallow, “Considering my pleasure was back here, I’d say it was definitely business.” He melts me with his smile. “But I did get to see my mom while I was there, so that was sweet.”
“What she like, your mum?”
On a satisfied sigh, he smiles again.
“She’s the best. She has a massive heart, she’s level-headed, but she still got that sass. She wants to meet you, though.”
Nearly choking on the gulp of beer I was swallowing down, I pull my bottle from my lips, with wide eyes as I look at him.
“Excuse me? Why would she want to meet me?”
“Because I may have told her all about the beautiful but sassy bartender that I’ve met. The one that takes up all of my headspace. The one that stopped me from sleeping while I was thousands of miles away because I wasn’t near her.”
“Okay, Mr dramatic, way to lay it on thick.” I joke. That was kinda sweet, even if he is joking around.
“Just calling it like it is, baby.” The serious look on his face has me wondering whether everything he said was genuine, as a teasing smirk appeared on his lips.
“So, how much of that did you really mean?”
Stroking a knuckle down my cheek and cupping my chin, he pulls my face closer to his. As our noses touch, I feel his warm breath skittering across my face when he speaks.
“Every bit, sweetheart.” His thick accent makes my stomach flutter madly, and all I really want is for him to slide my body beneath his.
“I think you should shut up talking Superstar and take me to bed.”
A smile forms on his mouth.
“Your wish is my command.”
Dropping his arm over the arm of the couch, he places his bottle on the floor taking mine from me, then stands with me in his arms. Before I realise, I’m halfway up the stairs with him licking at my lips and stealing my every breath.
“Are you coming to practice today?” His deep and husky voice asks from behind while spooning me.
“I can’t, I have to work…”
“What time?”
“I’m on the late shift; I have to be in for two.”
“So,” he circles my body with his thick forearms, trailing my fingers over the muscles as they clench, “why don’t you come and watch for a bit when you drop me off. We’re only at the track down the road, it’s only a warmup.”
I turn my head to see him, “Erm, excuse me, Superstar, am I your chauffeur now?”
“After last night, baby, you can be whatever you want.”
It is true that I may have gone that little step further, as a treat, to show him how much I missed him while he was away. Turning in his arms, I place my hands on his face and offer him my lips.
“Okay, but only if you take a break and feed me before I have to leave for work.”
“You’re on.”
He smiles at me, and every single part of my being feels him. Finlay Cooper has definitely woken something inside me, he makes me feel alive. I’ve been in relationships before but never one as intense as this, or with anyone as spirited as what Finn is. Although I’m glad, because then this wouldn’t have been so special. He would have been just another looker with a golden charm. I hope to god I don’t wake up one morning and this has been all a dream, that it’s over, because I don’t think I’ll ever recover.
A smack to my bare arse cheek startles me from my own little Finn world, shocking me.
“Come on, woman, I’m starving.”
“Oh my god, I know you don’t think that I’m going to cook for you, do you?”
“Why not?” The confused look on his face is rather amusing, but I don’t budge.
“Point one,” I hold up a finger, “I am not your bloody chauffeur. Point two, I’m definitely not your maid…”
“Oh man, don’t. My dick’s getting hard now thinking of you in a little maid’s outfit. You know what happens when the beast is hungry.”
His lips capture mine in a rough kiss. A devouring kiss, deepening the connection we have already. I’m wet just from this. Fuck food, who needs that? Being here in this bed with Finn is where I could stay forever. Inching towards him, I lift a leg over his hip and pull him closer to me as he slides inside me, filling me perfectly.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Finn
Seeing her standing there at the side of the track watching me makes me certain that I did the right thing when I went back home. The way Belle acted when I told her I wanted a divorce, proves Braydon was right about her all along.
Why did I never see it?
Maybe I was blind because I thought we were friends. I thought I was doing the right thing; it’s a pity she had ulterior motives.
The only thing now is that I have to tell Jordan why I went home, or at least try to explain what the sudden emergency was anyway. I know she was looking for answers last night but just didn’t want to push me.
“Hey. You need to get back on the track.” Braydon appears by my side. I cross my forearms across my chest, admiring the sight just a little way from me.
“Yeah, I know, I’m going now.”
“Everything okay?”
“Perfect.” I can't take my eyes off her. She’s the light that was missing from my life.
From the corner of my eye, I see Bray follow my line of sight, a knowing smirk appearing at the corners of his lips.
“You really like her, huh?”
Nodding, I turn my head away from Jordan and back to Braydon.
“I do. I hope Annabelle doesn’t contest the divorce though.”
“Knowing that bitch, she’ll do it just to prove a point. Now get your ass on that bike, and let’s do this. Let’s show your girl what you’re really made of.”
He winks and smirks, then hands over my helmet, with a brotherly pat to my shoulder. Sliding it on, I throw my leg over my bike, sliding down the visor.
Jordan only stayed an hour or so as she needed to get to work like she’d already told me the night before. As I come around to the finish line again, I look for her, forgetting she’d already left. My heart sinks when I don’t see her pretty, smiling face.
The good thing about practicing here, is I don’t have that dick Anderson breathing down my neck or leering over Jordan. I can be me and put my head into beating my times on my own. Tomorrow though is different, I’ll be at the meeting racetrack with my head back in the game. I’m hoping Jordan can make it this weekend, she’s my lucky charm these days. I need her to help me secure the number one spot for another week. I doubt I’ll see her at all though, as the Snetterton circuit is over two hours away from me, or so I’ve been told by the British crew guys.
Once practice is done, and I’m showered, I jump in with Braydon to get back to the house Dave secured for us, for the rest of the season and pack a bag ready. I’ll be heading to the pub to see my girl and staying with her again tonight. I hate that she works so many late nights. I want to be able to take her out, but it’s not going to happen tonight.
As I walk through the doors of the bar, I see her at the other side of the room, wiping down tables. I admire her from the doorway for a moment, before sneaking up behind her. I drop my bag quietly to the floor, before wrapping her up in my arms and lift her, placing my lips at her neck.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I mumble against her scented skin.
Covering my forearms with her small hands, she tips her head back on a tiny squeal.
“Idiot, you scared me.”
I put her feet to the floor and swing her around to me, capturing her lips in a kiss. A kiss that I’ve waited far too long for.
“What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” She asks pulling away while sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
“I wanted to spend the night with you. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to make it to the meeting this weekend, seeing I’m miles away.”
“Aww, you’re so cute.” She pinches my cheek like I’m five again. “Well, I’m here for a few more hours yet, I’m afraid. What are you going to do?”
“I’ll sit here and have a drink; Braydon should be here soon anyway.”
“Okay.”
I drag a stool away from the bar and sit down as Jordan leans over, setting a quick kiss to my lips and turns away. She adds an extra bounce in her step causing her ass to sway as she heads back to the end of the bar and disappears around the other side, grabbing me a drink.
“I wish I could come this weekend.” Reaching across the bar, I take her hand in mine, “Instead, I’m stuck in this bloody hole.”
“I thought you liked your job…?”
“I love my job; he just takes the piss. I’m the one that has to beg for a weekend off because he can’t be bothered to work on a weekend. I get stuck with the shit, so he can swan off all the time. It really didn’t bother me before but now, well now, I’ve got an ulterior motive, I want to see you race.”
“Aww, baby, I wish you could be there too. Have you asked him?”
“There’s no point, he won’t let me.” She sighs sadly. “I can’t make this one, but I’ll make sure to book the next one off. Isn’t that the bank holiday?”
“Yeah, it’s a triple header, so you’ll need to book off the Monday too.” I pull her hand to my mouth, placing a kiss on her knuckles.
“That’s sorted then.” Removing her hand, she turns around taking her phone and taps out a message. “He can’t say I haven’t given him notice, it’s three weeks away. I’m taking Friday to Monday, and if he doesn’t like it, it’s tough shit.”
“That’s my girl.” I stare into her pretty eyes and get lost in her emerald orbs like I do every time I look at her.
Leaning over the bar, she kisses me quickly, then heads off, leaving me alone while she goes off to serve other customers. She leaves me in awe of the way she talks to people, a smile left on every one of their faces. Jordan Kennedy has gotten under my skin, and I know when I do have to go home at the end of the championship, it’s going to be damn fucking hard to leave her. I think it’s fair to say that I more than like her, I may just love her. I surprise myself with that admission. When dad died, I seemed to lock all my feelings up, but Jordan has managed somehow to release them.
The next few weeks fly by; I’ve spent every minute I can with Jordan. When I’m not with her, I feel like something is missing from me. That’s a bit sad, I’ve spent the last four months with her. I haven’t really done anything else other than race, but I’m happy with that. I’ve never needed a woman to fill my every breathing hour like I do her. I think I’m possessed by her.
“Hey, baby. I need to get going down to the track.” I smooth the palm of my hand over her soft skin and place my lips between her shoulder blades.
She rolls onto her back, giving me a full view of her naked breasts as she throws her arms over her head.
“Hmmm… do you have to?”
“If you stay there like that, I won’t be going anywhere.”
Pulling the sheet up, I cover her body to stop the temptation of slipping back into bed with her. Dave doesn’t like it when I’m late. He’ll rip me a new asshole if I am, and right now, I’m in a good mood.
Warm-up races went well yesterday; I even made Anderson eat my dust when I left him trailing behind me. Leaving me with a sick satisfaction and putting a smile on my face. I’m still top of the leaderboard, with Anderson around ten points behind me. A win today will secure me the number one slot and the end of championships trophy. With only two meetings left after this one, we all know anything can happen on that track, so it’s always best not to get too cocky.
Kissing her lips as she closes her eyes again, I grab my phone, quietly closing the door of the trailer behind me and head down to the track.
“Morning sleeping beauty.” Braydon jokes. “I didn’t think you were gonna rise today.”
“I rise every day.” I wink.
“Too much information, man.” He cringes. “Keep your perverted jokes to yourself, or for Jordan,” Braydon shouts out as I walk away from him and into the garages.
Going straight over to my bike, I look around her, admiring her beauty. One of the crew guys comes over, holding coffee. Seeing the Starbucks to-go cup in his hand, puts a grin on my face, knowing they remember what coffee I prefer.
“Ah, I feel special, you remembered.”
“Yep. I remember the last time you had a normal coffee. Maybe you should try tea.”
“Fuck that shit.”
With a curl of my lip, I push back the spout and take my first sip of heaven. It hits the spot right away, that is until I hear that cocksucker spouting his orders at his crew. Turning my back to him, I drink my coffee; I’m not in the mood to put up with him yet.
Braydon starts his pre-checks with the team, and I take a seat on the chair, waiting patiently until it’s time to take my bike down to the track. My mind goes straight back to Jordan lying in that bed, what I wouldn’t give to be back there right now.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jordan
Grabbing my tea and my phone, I stand on the steps of the trailer, looking out. The bright sun shines down, causing me to squint. Grabbing my sunglasses, I put them on and look around. For once, it’s a nice bank holiday, it’s usually bloody raining, so I plan on making the most of it. I might get some sunbathing in, while Finn is at the track doing warmups - Why not, I am on holiday after all. That wasn’t an easy feat either. My boss tried to tell me that because it was a bank holiday, I couldn’t have the time off. Well, fuck that. I’m just as entitled to some time off as everyone else is. That idle bastard will have to put some hours in. In the end, I didn’t have the weekend; instead I put the week in, served him bloody right. I need a rest, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it.
