Racing Heart, page 13
Turning the knob to start the water, I pull open the cubicle door and wait for the water to heat up. While I wait, I squeeze some toothpaste onto my brush and swish it around my teeth, freshening my breath. The steam coming from the shower is so inviting, so I quickly rinse my mouth out and step in.
I love this shower; this was my one luxury I had fitted. The large rain shower head, pours water down on me, as it soaks through my hair. Tipping my head back, I let the water slide down my body. The water hitting my face is the best feeling ever. There’s nothing like a nice shower to wake you up.
A draft hitting my back makes a shiver run down my spine.
“You left me.”
Finn’s sleepy voice in my ear turns me on. It’s gravelly and hits every one of my nerve endings, as his breath blows softly in my ear. Slipping his arms around my waist, he tugs me back into him, his erection sitting at my back, begging for attention.
Running his hands up and down my sides, I drop my head back onto his shoulder. While he leaves a trail of small, soft kisses down my neck. He moves us slightly, so the water falls on us both and turns me in his arms. The slippery feeling of our bodies meeting, while the water runs between us is heaven, turning me on, while my palms run silkily over his chest. I clench my thighs to stave off the throbbing, I need him so bad.
“Finn, touch me. I need you.”
“You don’t need to ask me twice, baby.”
His fingertips sweep down my body until they’re where I need them to be. He brushes them over my clit until they meet my opening, pushing inside me and thrusting them in and out gently. He drags them out, again and again, spreading the wetness around. I lift a foot to the wall giving him more access, and he dips his head, his lips capturing my nipple and sucking it into his mouth. The mix of his fingers inside me and his tongue swirling around my nipple is the most erotic feeling I’ve ever had. I’ve never been taken care of like Finn does it. I can feel my orgasm beginning to peak.
Tightening my fingers on Finn’s shoulder, my fingernails dig into his skin as he moves his head down my body. Until his tongue and his dirty mouth is licking and sucking, lapping up everything I’m giving him. By the time he’s finished, I’m spent, my legs are like jelly, but I don’t have time to recover. He lifts me and plants my back against the cold shower wall, sliding inside me, while putting his lips to mine in a hard kiss. His brash tongue is against mine, while he drives in and out of me and pushes me to another level, another orgasm. I’m not sure my body can take this, but I’m going to damn sure to give as good as I get. Crossing my legs at my ankles, I pull him in. His every thrust feeling like it’s hitting my womb as he moves me up the wet wall. Striving for depths he’s never reached before.
“Oh, fuck Jordan, are you ready?”
“Yeah, make me come, Finn.”
Grunting and groaning in my ear makes me hotter, my release peaking as Finn gets harder inside of me. His hungry lips meet my neck as he chases his impending release too. Within seconds, he’s emptying inside of me. Relaxing, he lifts his head, looking at me with low lidded eyes and drops my legs to put my feet on the shower floor. Cupping my chin in his hand, he connects our lips, pushing them together, deepening the kiss.
With a sexy smile and a wink, he stands back, grabbing shampoo and squirting it into his hand.
“Now, that’s a way to wake up on a morning. Turn around for me.”
I do as he asks, and in seconds, I feel his palms and fingertips massaging my scalp as he washes my hair.
“Oh my god, this is heaven.”
I could have an orgasm just from this. Once he’s lathered up all of my hair, he tips my head back and rinses the suds out.
Chuckling at my satisfied sighs, he then combs conditioner with his fingers through the length of my hair, massaging it right through to the ends. No-one has ever done this for me before, the feeling is out of this world, amazing.
I think, I may keep him.
“Let’s get washed up, and I may cook you breakfast, American style.”
That offer alone makes me move a little quicker. Once Finn has stepped out, I rinse off my body, step out and throw a towel around me.
Finn meets me in the bedroom as I enter, his joggers hang low on his waist and his chest is bare. He has his T-shirt in his hand and throws it over his shoulder. I stand near the doorway staring at his chiselled and tanned body. He smirks as he catches me and kisses my forehead before going downstairs.
Seeing as it’s still quite warm outside, I throw on a pair of shorts, a vest top, and brush through my wet hair. Before whipping it up in a messy bun, piling it on top of my head.
Watching Finn in my kitchen, clanging saucepans and making a mess, seems homely. Like this is where we should be, a glance into the future flits before my eyes, playing out like a dream. I’ve never thought about the future, I’m an ‘if it happens, it happens’ kind of girl. I’m not organised, and I’m definitely not a planner; I think my whole life I’ve winged it and hoped for the best. This scene though, this I could plan for.
Time is running away with us way too quickly. I feel like when I blink, it’s the weekend again, and Finn is busy racing. I much prefer it when I’m with him, and I can watch him in the flesh, but I suppose this will have to do.
The pub is packed, all the televisions are on, of course at my request. While serving a customer, I glance up, the rain is pouring. The commentators are talking between themselves on camera to pass the time away, with the odd glimpse into the garages at the riders.
“There’s your boy…” Maria points out.
Finn Cooper has a way of being sexy without even trying. Right now, he’s standing with his equally good-looking brother, looking at his bike. His strong hands comfortably placed on his hips… I’m entranced, he lifts his one hand to cup his chin, and his long index finger taps his bottom lip. The commentator's voice cuts into my Finn induced haze.
“Finn, could we just get five minutes of your time…?”
“Of course.” He smiles at the female presenter, causing a spark to fill her eye.
Bitch, God sake, that man has way too much charm, and right now, I want to stab her in the eye.
“How are you feeling about today? Only a couple of meetings left, and you’ve pretty much decimated the leader board. You must be proud of that.”
“Oh yeah, definitely. I can’t believe the amount of support I’m getting this season. I love being here.”
“The weather isn’t great today; how do you feel about that?”
Tipping his head to the side he looks out and watches the rain for a second.
“Meh, this is the good ol’ British weather I keep hearing about.”
His accent almost makes me weep.
“Yeah, it’s legendary. So, Finn, I’m hearing there could be a special woman on the horizon. Want to share with us?”
He smiles and winks at the camera.
“There is someone special.”
“Are you going to leave us hanging?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Okay, well, you heard it here first. Good luck Finn. We’ll catch up with you later.”
“Oh my god, you are so screwed,” Maria says from in front of me.
I move away from the telly and serve the remaining customers. He’s gone public in front of the whole nation, well, knock me down with a feather.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Finn
Fucking weather. Braydon is talking about changing the tires on my bike. I think it’ll be fine, but as ever, I’ll listen to him, because he knows more than me in this instance. If it gets any worse, he'll have to anyway, and I won’t have a choice in the matter.
The promoters are waiting for the rain to calm down a bit before we start. I grab a cup of sludge while I wait around. I wish Jordan were here, she’d keep me occupied.
“Right then,” Clapping his hands together once, Braydon gets my attention. “They’re calling the start of the race in five minutes.”
“Okay,” I nod, “I’m going to make a quick phone call.”
I find the name I’m looking for and pressing the call button, I wait for an answer. As soon as I hear her voice, it puts a huge smile on my face.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Finn. You okay?”
“Yeah, the weather is shit, but they say we’ll be starting in around five minutes. So, I thought I’d quickly call you and listen to your sexy voice.”
“Aww, are you missing me?”
“You know I am.”
“Please be careful out there, especially with it being wet.”
“Baby, don’t worry about me; I’ll be fine.”
“Oh yeah, Mr. confident.”
“Always.” Her concern hits my heart like a sledgehammer.
“I have to go,” sighs Jordan, “I have customers. Good luck babe, I’ll be watching.”
“I have plans for you tonight when this is over.”
“I’ll look forward to it, Superstar.”
Clicking off the call, I hand Braydon my phone as he walks up to me.
“Ready?”
“Let’s do this,” I tell him, giving him a chin lift.
Walking down to the track to where the crew has taken my bike, I slip on my helmet and pull on my gloves. There’s the odd patch of water I can see as I look out, but it’ll be fine. I’ve ridden on worse at home when I used to off-road. Cocking my leg over my bike, I get comfy and get into pole position.
I love the sound of bikes revving up, it’s like music to my ears, it’ll never get old. It’s heartwarming and comforting. It’s the one sound I can place my dad with. He’ll always be with me while I’m on this track.
The gun sounds, the tape lifts, and we’re off.
Chapter Thirty
Jordan
“They’re about to start Jord.”
I ignore Damon as much as I can, but just the sound of the bikes revving has got me on a high, and I can’t help but glance up. His bike stands out a mile, although it’s similar colours to some of the others, I know it’s him. He’s first on the starting line. He doesn’t look anywhere but in front of him, focused on the track before him. My tummy feels like a washing machine and my anxiety is at an all-time high. Drumming my fingernails on the bar, I wait for the gun to start the race.
The gun fires, the tape lifts, and they’re off.
The bar starts to fill up with customers, reluctantly, I help Sophie serve them, it’s why I’m here and not at the meet after all. Damon gives me a running commentary on the race, and so far, he’s doing well. He’s holding second place, but he always does this until the last few laps.
“I didn’t think you liked this sport anyway?”
“Shhhh. It’s grown on me… plus, I have a common interest.” I shrug.
“What is he doing? He’s taking those corners a little reckless.” Damon says to thin air.
I have to agree, I can’t watch, from here he seems to be taking the corners at a stupid speed. Anderson is creeping up behind, and I know he’s trying to prove a point. Today is the wrong day to do that with the track being soggy, and all. I’m gonna hit him so much after this race. Covering my face with my hands, I turn away from the telly and rearrange the bottles on the back of the bar. Anything so I don’t have to watch. I go back to drumming my fingernails on the oak.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Damon shouts at the telly; obviously his nerves are shot too.
What am I doing here? I should be there at the track. I can’t go though. I promised I’d work today, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m gutted because ever since we became a couple, I’ve made it to nearly every race.
“Soph, I’m going to collect some glasses,” I shout out as I wander from the back side of the bar.
Stopping at Damon's side, he flits his attention to me for just a second.
“It’s raining again.”
“Fuck.”
He nods and puts his eyes back on the screen. The rain starts to come down faster. Spray is coming from the back tyres.
“I can’t watch this…”
Putting the tray on the table, I fill it with empties and make my way back to the bar. I don’t get two yards away when I hear steel hitting concrete. Freezing on the spot, I hope and pray it’s not Finn, but something tells me I’m wrong. The deathly silence that’s fallen over the pub makes me fear the worst. With my hands shaking and my heart jumping out of my chest, I softly put the tray on the bar. I take a deep breath in, before turning around to see what’s happened. Damon is looking at me wide-eyed, and my worst fears get answered.
Chapter Thirty-One
Finn
The rain starts to come down again, hitting my visor. I glimpse over my shoulder for a second to see Anderson gaining on me. Putting on the revs, I speed away from him. The track is really wet now, and from what I can see, there are even more puddles forming on the tarmac. Swerving my bike around, I take the hills and turns as easily as I can. Dipping my bike around the bends, I make sure I have good control and pull up back to its full height as I hit the straight. Anderson gains on me again, and all bets are off. There’s no way he is beating me.
Putting everything I have into the race, I bear forward, my fists tight on the handlebars, and I power forward. Everything is going fine, I’m winning. I take another turn, it seemed fine, but I’m not sure what’s happening. I feel the clip of my wheel, and as much as I try to gain control, the back-wheel wobbles. I manage to pull it back enough to get on the straight, but the next thing I know, I’m airborne, I’m flipping. My bike has gone from beneath me. Everything is happening in slow motion; the sound is distorted. I can hear bikes, but it’s muffled. I don’t know where my bike is, but I suddenly feel the ground beneath me, as my back hits the tarmac full force. Something heavy lands on my legs, trapping them. Fuck, I can’t move. I can’t feel anything.
I need help…
Suddenly the weight that was trapping me is lifted from me, but I still can’t move my leg.
Shit.
My vision is blurry; whoever it was that moved my bike is flagging his arm. The sirens sound in the distance, and it’s not long before they’re right next to me.
All I can think about is Jordan; hers is the only face I can see as I lie here. My eyes close as I hear a muffled voice talking to me.
“Cooper, you need to open your eyes, mate. The paramedics will be here soon. I can hear them now.”
As much as I try, my eyes still don’t fully open, but instead of hearing the voice that’s with me, I can hear Jordan’s instead.
Finn, stay awake...
All I need is Jordan...
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jordan
“Please, no. Please…” my initial reaction is to cover my face with my hands. It’s not real. “Damon.”
An arm around my shoulder pulls me in. I don’t know who it is; I’m too frightened to take my hands away and look.
“Jordan.”
When I hear the soft voice, I know that’s Maria offering me comfort. I turn my face into her neck, before working up the courage to look at the TV.
“Please tell me he’s okay. I can’t… I can’t look.”
Tears form in the well of my eyes, and before I can stop them, they’re streaming down my cheeks. My phone rings in my back pocket. I get a small reprieve, hoping it’s Finn to tell me he’s fine and it was nothing. Apprehensively, I pull it out and look at the screen. Seeing Braydon’s name flashing up - I know.
“Hello,” I answer, shakily.
“Jordan, it’s Dave darlin’, there’s been an accident.”
“Oh, god.” Swiping at the moisture that’s covering my face, I take a deep breath in, preparing myself for the worst. “Tell me…”
“It’s not looking good at the moment; he’s got several injuries. He’s going to be airlifted to a specialist hospital. He’s asking for you.”
Oh, fuck me, that makes me even worse. Why today?
Why did this happen today?
Why did it happen at all?
“I’ll let you know what hospital and meet us there, okay darlin’.”
“Yes. Thanks, Dave.” I squeak, not able to get my emotions in check. I pass my phone over to Maria and put my hands back on my face. “Oh God, what if it’s worse than what he’s saying. What if I lose him?”
“Hey. Don’t think like that. Wait until you get the call and get up there.”
I try and keep myself busy for the time being, but my attention keeps swinging back to the telly as they show Finn’s crash over and over again.
“Who even won the race in the end, have they said?” I probably shouldn’t even fucking care, but it’s the only way I can cope. I need to take my mind off it all somehow.
“Dwayne Bradley. Nothing else has been said yet.”
“Well, that’s something, I suppose.”
Wiping my face with my hand, I try to think positive, but it’s not really working. I just need this call.
Nearly an hour passes before I get the call I’ve been waiting for. I make sure Sophie is okay to lock up, and I jump in my car. I put the postcode into the sat nav and head to the hospital. I make the forty-five-minute journey and pull onto the car park. Once I’ve found Braydon’s number, I call him so I can find out where to go.
As soon as I enter the Accident and Emergency department, I see Braydon pacing over the other side of the reception. Rushing over to him, I fall into his arms.
“Oh my god, please tell me he’s okay.”
“I wish I could, sweetheart, but we don’t know anything ourselves.”
“Oh shit.”
