Racing Heart, page 6
“What will you do when the season is over?” Jordan asks as I sit opposite her at the bar. The girl is always working.
“Go home, see my mom, visit my dad’s grave, and hope to take a trophy back with me. If that fucker does what he did in practice today, I won’t live long enough to go home.”
Jordan steps back from the edge of the bar and leans against the back, folding her arms across her body and drops her head to look at the floor.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…” her head shakes. It’s hardly nothing is it?
“I know there is, now tell me.”
With a sigh, she focuses on my linked hands set on the oak of the bar, rather than look me in the eye.
“It’s just scary; this is why I don’t like it.” She answers meekly.
“I want you to come to a meeting.” I hold out my outstretched hand across the bar and hope she’ll take it.
“But it scares me. What if you come off again?”
“I won’t,” I add firmly. “Come around here.”
With a quiet huff, she walks around the bar until she reaches me, and I spin around on my bar stool. Parting my knees, I pull her closer, until she’s standing between my legs and my arms are around her waist, holding her against me.
“What are we doing, Finn? Are we together or am I just here to pass the spare time away, while you’re over here because you kiss me? You hold me like we’re a couple, you ring me all the time. I’m not usually one for labels, but I need to know if I’m wasting my time… At the end of the season are you going to go home and forget all about me?”
“I couldn’t forget you, even if I wanted to.”
“That didn’t answer my question.” She shakes her head, sighing.
“Do you want to put a label on it?” I sigh, “I don’t date, Jordan. Back home, the girls that hang around me are nothing but skanks, and everyone just wants a slice of my celebrity status. If you want to add a tag to us, then do it, because I’m not interested in anyone else. I’m enjoying what we have right now.”
As she looks into my eyes, a small smile of relief forms on her pretty features. I only told her the truth.
“Now woman, how about grabbing me a drink.”
Her eyes narrow at me, but she kisses me anyway, and I take my hands from around her. She walks back around the bar and grabs me a Budweiser. The bar starts to fill up again; it’s been nice while it’s been quiet. There’s only been us and a couple of others, having a quiet beer in the corner. She gets off shift soon, though. So, I’m taking her back to the hotel, and we’re spending some time together before I have to go off for the weekend for another meeting. I wish she could come, but unless by some miracle her boss gives her the weekend off, that won’t be happening. I just want to know that she’s there in the garages waiting for me, watching me do what I’m best at. I know that Caleb Anderson will have his work cut out to beat me then.
I’m an extremely competitive man, and I’ll prove that he’s not better than me.
Opening my suite door, I let her go in ahead of me, and I close it behind us.
“Wow.” She looks around, her eyes wide as she takes in the extravagance of the room. “Jesus, I’ve never been in this hotel. It’s beautiful.”
“It is, but it’s just a room. Give me home comforts any day.”
“Aww, are you homesick?” She bridges the gap between us, placing a hand on my chest.
“Not really, just don’t like living out of a suitcase. I need to sort a house or apartment for when I’m here. We were only supposed to stay here for a few days, but Dave can’t find anything suitable for everyone.”
“I can help if you want me to. I mean, I know the area better than you…”
Smirking, she spins away and walks towards the bed, bouncing down and lying back on the king-sized bed, flinging her arms over her head. Lying beside her on my side, with my hand supporting my head, I shift the hair from her closed eyes. Flickering them open, she gazes at me, all serious looking.
“What will happen when you go home?”
“Well, I’ll go to an airport get on a big plane and spend around ten hours on it…” she slaps my chest at my sarcasm, “Until I touch down in California.”
“I know that. I meant with us?”
I know exactly what she meant, but I thought a little playing would lighten up the conversation.
“Can we not think that far ahead just yet? I prefer to live in the moment.”
“If you say so.” A smile lightens her eyes and her pretty features glow.
“Drink?”
She pulls herself up to a sitting position and grins.
“I’ll have a beer if you’ve got one?”
“Oh, my kind of woman.”
Screwing both the lids off, I pass one off to her as she moves into the middle of the bed, crossing her legs. While I sit at the top with my back against the large headboard. She hands me her bottle while she rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs behind her and rests her forearms on the mattress. I hand her bottle back once I see she’s comfortable, and she cups the bottle in both of her hands.
“So, Mr. Cooper, now you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
“I was thinking of taking advantage of having a sexy woman lying on my bed.”
Taking a small swig of her beer, she passes her bottle to me again while she shuffles up the bed until she’s lying next to me. She pulls up to her knees and pushes my tee up, hovering over me until I feel the softness of her lips on my skin.
“Is this what you had in mind?”
Small kisses trail up my chest, taking my shirt with her until it’s wedged under my arms and can’t go any further. The bottles get placed on the nightstand beside me, and I pull the offending item over my head, throwing it to the floor.
“Better?”
“Much.”
I lie back with my eyes closed, feeling her lips trail all over my body, and her fingers are at the button of my pants. As she pulls the buttons apart, I lift my ass from the bed so she can remove them. Before I know it, I’m naked with a raging boner, while Jordan sits on my thighs. Pulling myself upright and capturing her face in my hands, I kiss her deeply. My tongue finds depths it’s never reached before with anyone. If I’m not careful, I could fall big time for this girl.
Stripping her slowly of her clothes until she’s as naked as me, she resumes her position on my legs. She dips her head until I feel the warmth of her mouth on my dick, sliding past the head and down to the base. Before dragging her lips back up slowly. A gasp catches in my throat as she raises her gaze to watch my reaction, turning me on even more. Pushing down on my hips with her palms, I push upward as her lips slide down my shaft again. I’m not sure how much more I can take at this rate until I’m blowing my load, but I’d much rather do that inside of her. Tapping her shoulder to stop, I pull her up to me.
“I want to be inside of you instead.”
Reaching across to the nightstand beside me, I take a rubber out and throw it to her.
“Wanna do the honors?”
Grinning, she tears the packet, before slowly and tenderly rolling it down to the base with her fingers. Wrapping it around me, she adds some hand action, before sitting up and hovering over the head. I don’t get to see if she’s ready for me; instead she’s sliding down until she’s fully seated across my groin. She leans over, and my hands find her tits until they’re sitting pretty in my palms. She raises up and drops down on me until we’re both ready to let go. Gripping her hips, I pull her down harder onto me until my balls are tightening, and I know I’m ready.
“You ready, baby?”
Nodding, I go faster and harder until I’m releasing my pent-up orgasm. At the same time, Jordan tightens her walls around my dick, almost strangling it, while giving in to her own and she’s collapsing onto my chest.
Chapter Fourteen
Jordan
“So, when am I going to meet the man that has you all starry-eyed then?”
My eyes roll as I look across at my friend Maria.
“I’m not starry-eyed.”
“You haven’t taken your eyes off the telly in the last fifteen minutes, and...” She swivels on her stool to look at the telly hanging on the wall, “Since when have you been into superbikes?” A confused scowl creases her brow. “I’ve been talking to you, and you haven’t heard a damn word I’ve said, have you?”
The camera moves from the garages and back to the commentators. While they talk between themselves about the weekend of racing, that’s being set up behind them. Standing from the bar, I get Maria a drink and set it down in front of her.
“I’ve heard. How’s my little princess anyway?”
Maria has a five-year-old daughter, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a right little firecracker. She’s loud, just like her mum, but I guess being around me since the day she was born doesn’t help.
“Princess? She’s a fucking diva. I mean, she’s five, yeah? Since when do five-year-olds, tell you how to dress? She has to pick her own clothes to wear and everything.”
“You made her like it.”
“Erm, no. I believe that was Aunty Jordan. You’ve turned her into a right prima donna.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, I just gave her a little personality.”
“Oh, she has that, alright.”
Not hiding my amusement, a snort breaks free from the snigger I’m keeping in, just as the dark-haired hottie who can fire me up in seconds, catches my eye.
“Shhh.” Waving my hands around to lower the volume around me, I grab the remote and turn up the telly.
“And how are you feeling for this weekend, Finn?”
“I’m good. My bike’s going great; the track is perfect. Warm-up has gone well today, and I managed to scoop the second position on the starting grid tomorrow. I’m confident.”
He nods his head and grins at the reporter.
I missed half of what he said, but damn that voice; it’s like silk.
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day,” Maria says, sounding amazed.
“Shh.” I turn away, heading down the other end of the bar and serve the customers that are waiting. I leave her necking her WKD, to do my job. Maria isn’t much of a drinker, she’s never really had the chance. Being pregnant at seventeen and having Charley when she just turned eighteen, kind of scuppered the whole underage drinking habit, that most kids her age fall into.
Maria and I have always been on opposite ends of the scale; she was the romantic that wanted to settle down. I was a sceptic, but growing up with two brothers secures that I never needed a man to complete my life. I still don’t, but it’s kind of nice to have someone on the other end of the phone especially since we’ve made it official.
“So, are you gonna tell me about him?” Maria asks as I walk back towards her.
“Fine. His name is Finlay Cooper, he’s American, and he’s just come over here to ride in the British Superbike Championship.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“Give me some juicy gossip; I have to live my life vicariously through you, don’t I?”
“You really should get out more if you have to depend on me.”
Swivelling on her barstool, she turns back to the telly.
“I have to say though, he is fit as fuck. When do I meet him?”
“I don’t know….”
“Well, it’s only right he gets introduced to your best friend….
“You mean my only friend.”
“Yeah, and that makes me special.” Her voice rises to a high pitch tone.
“What time do you have to get Charley?”
She spins back to face me, draining the contents of the bottle before pushing it towards me.
“I don’t.” She answers, swallowing the liquid in her mouth. “She’s stopping at the evil grandmothers’ for once.”
Putting my elbows on the bar and cupping my face, I lean into Maria.
“She’s no better with you then?”
“Nah, she never will be. I took her darling son from her, and it’s my fault he’s not around anymore apparently, but she has said she wants a relationship with Charley. So, what can I say to her…? No?”
“At least she’s trying?”
“Yeah and at least I get some time to myself once a week.”
“I promise I’ll get some time off from here soon, and we’ll have a night out, a proper night out.”
“I’ll hold you to that, my friend.” Taking the cap from her bottle, I pass it across the bar.
“That’s on me.”
Maria hasn’t had much luck in the male stakes. Her first real relationship was messed up. Her boyfriend got her pregnant, then walked away until her pregnancy was almost over. When he did come back, he had a drug problem. They started seeing each other for a little while until she dumped him for her own good. He was volatile, and in fact, let’s tell the truth here, he was a waste of fucking space, and he was never good enough for her. He went on a downward spiral, taking more drugs until he overdosed. He was only nineteen.
Her relationship with his mother has not been the easiest, but apparently, she’s trying, so we’ll see. Since then, when she’s told potential dates that she’s a mother, they’ve slipped away and not wanted to know. So, she’s pretty much given up.
The vibration in my back pocket gets my attention as I’m serving a customer. Pulling it out, I glance at the screen and see Finn’s name. Clicking the button to answer, I hold it under my chin and pass the pint of beer across the bar.
“Hey.” I smile.
The customer passes me a note, and while I’m on the phone to Finn, I get his change, then lean against the back of the bar.
“Sorry, I was serving…. How’s it going?”
“Good. I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Just having a couple of sodas, then I’m going to get some rest ready for tomorrow. I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice and say goodnight.”
“Sweet talker.” I joke. “I’m so glad you called; I didn’t know if you’d get the chance, to be honest.”
“I'd make time for you. I’ve got a really good feeling about tomorrow... practise went well.”
“Good, I’m glad. I saw your interview earlier; I see you got second place on the grid. I wish I could be there to see it.”
“So, do I babe, so do I.”
The bar begins to fill up, so I sign off to Finn and serve my waiting customers. Thinking about the race tomorrow and talking to Finn has me thinking, but I need to put that plan into action.
The next morning I’m up and showered early. I check my phone for any replies from the texts I sent last night but nothing. Before I get dressed, I throw a pair of ripped jeans and a vest top onto the bed, along with underwear and wrap my hair in a towel.
Clicking the call icon on the number I want; I wait patiently for an answer.
“Jordan, what’s going on, love?”
“Bri, I need a day off. I haven’t had a Sunday off in soooo long… I’m exhausted, but I have a friend who’s riding in the Superbike Championships. I’d love to surprise him and go and see him.”
“Who the hell do you know in the Superbike?” He asks, not believing me.
“Have you heard of Finlay Cooper?”
“Pfft, who hasn’t?” He sniggers.
“That’s my friend. So whaddya say?”
“Jordan, are you shitting me?”
“No. If you swing the day off for me, I might be able to get you tickets to a meeting?”
“I’m sure I can manage it, but please don’t make this a habit.”
“Would I?” Before he can answer, I can carry on. “I promise I won’t. You’re the best Bri; I love you.”
He ends the call, while the smile on my face turns from a small smirk to a full-on grin. Feeling rather pleased with myself, I rub the excess water from my mane of hair and get dressed. Before blow drying it and applying a small amount of makeup. Once I’ve done that, I’m ready to make the trip to the track… It’s a good hour plus away from here and I can’t wait to get there.
Chapter Fifteen
Finn
With Anderson close behind me, I refuse to let him beat me. Putting some revs on the bike, I open her up and put some asphalt between us, heading down the back straight and pass over the finish line first. If I ride like that today, I’ll pick up first place.
Riding back into the garages to the crew, I let them give her a once over first. As I reach them, a very familiar face grabs my attention. As soon as the engine is off, I can’t get my helmet off quick enough as I’m swinging my leg from over the seat. I pass off my helmet to one of the crew and grab her around the waist, pulling her in against me.
“I thought you had to work?” I state, shocked to see her.
“Yeah, well, I do enough for everyone else at that place, it’s time they did something for me, so I swung the day off,” Jordan replies smiling. “I may have bribed my boss…”
Braydon smiles as the team takes my bike off to give it a once over, and I show my girl exactly how happy I am to see her by pressing a hard kiss to her lips.
“Oh babe, I’m so glad you’re here.”
She flings her arms around my neck, and I lift her feet from the ground. A small squeal escapes her before I put her back down and look into her pretty eyes.
“Please, just be careful out there…?” She worries.
“You don’t need to worry about me, babe.”
From over Jordan’s shoulder, Braydon is approaching us with my helmet and my bike not far behind.
“Come on you; get back on that bike. Jordan.” He greets her.
With another quick kiss for luck, I get on my bike and head back to the track.
Knowing that Jordan is here and watching me gives me a boost. I’ll make sure I win this for her. I take one look back at her before I get myself in the zone and concentrate on the track. I’m not nervous, I never am before a race, but today - today’s a bit different. Jordan is here, and I’ve got second on the starting grid, Anderson is first. All I want to do is beat that asshole. If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t concern me, but me and that motherfucker, don’t get on. Probably because he knows I’m here to take his number one spot from him.
