Racing Heart, page 8
Taking my cock in my hand, I slide my thumb over the head and wipe away the small amount of pre-come.
“You’re fucking sexy, you know that…?”
Bending over in front of me, the black strip of lace of her thong sits between her cheeks, and the waistband hugs her small, slender hips. I can’t be doing with foreplay; I just need to be inside her. Running my hand up her back and gripping her hips, I tug her backward, leaning over her and placing a kiss in the middle of her back.
“Are you ready for me, Jordan?”
“I’m always ready, Finn.”
Grabbing a rubber from my jeans, I’m about to tear the foil packet open when she stops me.
“Wait.”
She stands, turning around and dropping to her knees before me. Without another word, she slides her lips to the base of my dick, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and works me up. I thread my fingers into her hair and comfortably guide her head up and down. The tip of her hot tongue circling my head is way too much to fucking bear, I stop her from continuing and pull her up to her feet. Once the rubber is on, I place my hands beneath her ass and lift her. Positioning my rock-hard cock at her opening, I drive inside of her. She locks her ankles behind me, tightening her hold on my hips with her thighs. I never thought I could ever feel so comfortable, so quickly with any woman, but Jordan is something totally different. She calls me out on my shit all the time, and for that alone, it makes me want her.
Jordan’s panting and gasping drives me on. Her long nails scraping down my back gets me even fucking harder and urges me to find the finish line. I know she isn’t too far away either. Covering her mouth with mine, I push my tongue into the heat of her mouth and kiss her with everything I have. When she pulls away, her next words are music to my fucking ears.
“Fuck me harder, Finn. Make me come, babe.”
Mercilessly, I drive my wanton cock inside of her, every thrust I make pushes her back against the wall until she’s crying out my name. Soon, I’m shouting out hers in an almighty orgasm.
“Fuck me, Jordan, you might kill me I reckon.” I’m panting. “Was that monkey enough for ya?”
“Oh yeah, you never disappoint.” She gasps, letting her head fall back.
Pulling out of her, I tug the rubber from my semi-hard cock and drop it to the floor for now. She steps back up to me, framing my face with her hands and kisses me.
“I need a drink, maybe then we could sit down and chat…. what do you think?”
“I’m cool with that.”
Swiftly kissing her lips, I pick up the used rubber, going into the kitchen, I wrap it in a towelette and drop it in the large bin. Grabbing us both a bottle of beer from the fridge, I pass one to Jordan and put my mine on the table. I throw my tee at her and pull on my pants. Not wanting to completely put my little buddy back in solitary confinement; instead, I pull the denim over my hips and leave the fly open. Then join my girl on the couch.
Chapter Eighteen
Jordan
“So, tell me about your family…?”
Stretching out along the length of Finn’s body, I rest my cheek upon his chest, while playing with his fingers. My body is spent, I’m officially exhausted. It didn’t take long to ditch the couch for the bed; at least we’d be comfier.
“What do you want to know?” Pushing the hair from my face, he looks down at me as he asks.
“Anything.”
“Okay, well, it’s just me, Braydon and my mom, but you probably already know that. Dad got me riding when I was around thirteen, mainly rally and off-road, dirt bikes, you know. Until the day came that I wanted more. I’d won race after race and had gotten the bug; I loved to win. My dad was an amazing man; he was my hero. I am who I am because of him.”
Rolling to my front, I direct a soft smile at him.
“Doesn’t your mum mind what you do?”
“Mom has supported us all the way through this; she supported dad and knew I’d follow in his footsteps. She knew I wouldn’t change my mind… When he died, it just made me a whole lot more determined. I wanted to make them so damn proud of me; I think I’ve done that so far. If I win this championship, it’ll make my year, never mind my day.”
Shuffling up the bed until our noses are almost touching, his hand covers my hair in a tender stroke.
“I don’t get what it is that you have, that has this hold on me?”
“Is it a bad thing?”
“Well, I suppose it depends on how you look at it. Don’t get me wrong Jordan; I’ve had one-night stands, I’ve had flings. I’ve even had friends with benefits, but none of those women have ever come close to you.”
Grinning from ear to ear and feeling proud of myself, I put my lips to his, placing a lingering kiss before breaking our connection again.
“Do you really mean that?”
“Cross my heart.”
Clutching my finger in his, he draws a cross over his heart with the tip of my finger. Then lifts it to his lips, placing a small kiss on it. My heart melts from his sweet words.
“How do you do that? How do you go from making me feel so incredibly sexy to making me swoon like that?”
“I’m just that good, baby.”
“You have to spoil it in a blink of an eye.” Rolling my eyes at the cocky grin on his gorgeous face.
“Come here, sexy.”
He drags me over his body until I’m straddling him. Seating my knees at either side of him, he pulls me down until we’re nose to nose.
“It’s time to make you feel incredible again.”
“Well, if you must, Mr Cooper.”
Tugging Finn’s T-shirt from the bottom, I drag it up my body until I’m flinging it from over my head and onto the floor.
“Take me, baby.”
I try the sexy, smouldering thing, but I don’t think I’ve quite got that yet, but still, Finn’s arms wrap around me pulling me back down to him for round two.
After a couple of weeks of happy and the stress is on again. I’ve managed to get the weekend off as Finn is at Donnington Park this weekend. We made the trip to Leicester yesterday, seeing as we had a good couple of hour's drive. We wanted to make the most of making some time for us before the qualifying rounds began. It’ll be the first time I’ve been here for everything. The practice, the qualifying rounds, and the actual meet, but I’m excited. Well, a lot more excited than I thought I ever would be when it came to motorsports. On top of everything else, I can’t wait to be here when Finn crosses that line as a winner.
Finn, Braydon, and the guys have gone down to the track to get some practice in while I sit here and soak up some rays. It’s a beautiful weekend and what better way to spend it than sunbathing. I’m making the most of the time off and the good old British weather, because let’s face it, we never know when it’s going to change.
Sitting here and watching the world go by gets me thinking. I never thought I’d ever be a groupie, I mean, me? I’m not even a follower - I’m pretty much my own person. You know the saying, ‘what you see is what you get.’ I didn’t have a lot of friends at school, just a small circle. Most of those were boys. I don’t know, maybe it was growing up with brothers that I could relate to them better. I’ve never been a girly girl, so to speak. I didn’t hang in the cliques; I despised them. I’m sure that’s why I don’t have many girlfriends now and the ones I do have, are the ones I allow to know me better.
Looking across the way at the other motorhomes, some girls walk by. This is what I mean about girly girls. Shockingly short skirts, which are seated just below their arse cheeks. Low-cut tops that push their cleavage together so much, you could rest a ten-piece there for safekeeping. Their tops are so tight, I’m surprised their boobs haven’t dropped off from lack of circulation. Makeup is caked on their faces, and they’re teetering around on stupidly high heels. I recognise these girls from last time. These are obviously the grid girls.
I’m not a jealous person, but I saw how they were all over Finn when he won the last meeting, and he stood in the winner’s circle.
Instead of sitting here, I put my Kindle back inside the trailer, and once I’ve found the key, I lock the door behind me and head down to the track.
Finn’s still out on the track by the time I’ve walked around and into the garages. There’s not many people around, just a few of the crew working on bikes, it’s loud though from the revving engines. Walking back out, I head down the steps towards the track and plonk myself down on the top step. Finn comes to a stop after his practice lap, swinging his leg over the bike, he stands with his hands on his hips. While Braydon crouches and fiddles around with something.
A tap on the shoulder from behind startles me and turning reluctantly away, I see who could be dragging me from the sexy sight of my boyfriend.
“Oh, hey.” I greet a smiling Caleb as he takes a seat next to me on the concrete steps.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m good, thanks. You not practicing?”
“Yeah, a little later maybe... I’d like to say that I don’t need it, but you know it’s always good to have a run-out.”
“Getting too cocky is not a wise decision, Anderson.”
I snap my head to the side, looking behind me when I hear Finn’s smooth voice. His tone has a sting to it for Caleb’s benefit. Although I have no idea where he came from, I thought he was still on the track. Making his way around, he comes to stand in front of me. With a sexy smirk, he crouches down and puts his lips are on mine, ending in a searing kiss. I can’t help but melt on the spot.
“How long have you been sitting out here?”
“Not too long.”
“Don’t worry Cooper, I’ve been keeping the lovely lady entertained…”
Finn stands up, bracing a defensive stance.
“If you’ve got any sense at all Anderson, you’ll get your ass practising. I wouldn’t like to beat yours too bad on Sunday and show you up.”
Standing from his seated position next to me, Caleb stands up too, and they seem to have some kind of stand-off, glaring at each other.
“Guys, really?” Moving between them and facing Finn, I gently push him backward. “Come on, I’ll come down to the track.”
“Keep pushing me, asshole…” Threatens Finn.
I chance a glance and see Caleb smirking, but I ignore him and put my focus back on Finn, shaking my head at the stupidity of it all.
Giving his arm a firm tug, he finally gives in and turns around, walking away.
“What was that all about?”
“Like you don’t know.”
“Actually no, I don’t. You’re acting crazy, Finn.”
“Jordan, can you not see what he’s doing? He’s got a thing for you, and he isn’t fucked about hiding it.”
“Whatever… we’re just friends.”
“He’s trying to get to me Jordan, and he's using you to do it.”
“Paranoia doesn’t suit you, Superstar.” Stopping again, I turn to him, “What did I tell you when we first met?”
Finn shrugs like a child.
“I said I don’t like motorsports or mainly any sport, remember? So, for me to come down here, must mean you’re kinda special.”
Swinging my hair around, I twirl away from him, putting an extra sway in my step to tease him and carry on in front, heading back to the track.
Chapter Nineteen
Finn
Standing here in shock, I shake my head at the sassy madam as she walks away from me.
I’ll show her sass…
Jogging up to catch her, I grab her around the middle and lift her from floor. Burying my face in her mass of hair, as a tiny squeal escapes her lips. I guide her feet back to the ground and spin her around, as she takes the ball-cap from my head and places it on hers. Fuck me, she looks sexy as sin. My gaze tracks from her head right down to her Converse. All the way over her natural curves. I feel like running my hands all over her sexy ass body, while she stands there in her tank top and denim shorts, that showcase her long, ass legs…
“So, what do you think?” She asks with her hands sat on her hips and a knee turned outward.
Stalking closer to me, she pulls the peak down over her eyes, raising her gaze from under it.
“I think you look as sexy as fuck, and I want nothing more than to get you beneath me.”
With the peak firmly between her fingers, she lifts it from her head, shaking her hair out. Brushing the front back, she places it back down.
“Well, Superstar, we need to get back, so you’ll have to wait.”
As she steps away, I grip her elbow gently and swing her back around to me. Still holding her arm, I duck down, placing my shoulder at her belly and throw her up onto my shoulder. Rather than fight me, she holds me around my waist and lets me carry her back.
Once Jordan has gone back to where she was sitting before, I steam into the garages, only looking for one person… When I find him, I march over and grab him by the shoulder, spinning him around to face the trouble he’s caused.
“You motherfucker,” I point, “Better stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.”
“I think you need to chill, Cooper,” Anderson smirks.
Without thinking, I shove him in the chest, knocking him backward and away from me. He should think himself lucky it’s only a shove in the chest, right now I feel like landing one on him.
“Tetchy, tetchy….”
“Do yourself a favor, stay away from Jordan and keep out of my path.”
“Finn,” Braydon shouts from behind me.
The next thing I feel is his hand on my arm, pulling me away from the cocksucker before me.
“Get down to the fucking track.”
“Just remember Anderson, I’ll be watching you. Next time you might not be so lucky.”
I shrug my arm out of Braydon’s tight hold and storm out of the garages, back to my bike.
Sitting on my bike and closing my eyes, I push my fingers through my hair, letting out my frustration. I need this tenseness that’s coursing through my body out of my system before I even think about starting the engine. Not concentrating can only mean one thing and I don’t want to be wiped out for the rest of the championship.
There’s nothing like showing people who’s the boss when you win an important race like this one. Not only did I beat Anderson, but I’m now ten points ahead of him on the leaderboard. After today and his bullshit, I needed that win.
Crossing the line as I finish my lap of honor and hearing the muffled cheers from the spectators, puts me on a high. One that I can’t even explain. The blood is pumping so quick around my heart; it’s almost beating out of my chest. As I come to a stop and my feet are flat on the ground, my arms fling up above my head with my fists clenched, as I celebrate my win.
Undoing the clasp beneath my chin, I lift my helmet from my head as Braydon runs over with the crew. I hand off it off to one of the guys, and my brother pulls me into a hug, patting my back and his other hand covering my head. With his hands cupping my shoulders, he moves me back so he can see my face. I can feel the smile that’s residing on my face; it’s so big it’s making my cheeks ache. I can’t wait to get back up there and see Jordan.
“Come on, they’re waiting…”
Braydon and I head into the winner's circle, where I’m greeted by the presenter of Eurosport, who hosts the meetings.
“Finn, can you give us an example, maybe just a fraction of how you’re feeling right now?”
Usually, I hate that microphone being shoved into my face but today, I’m going to lap up every bit of attention the network is willing to grant me.
“No, not at all.” I smile. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“And to be ten points ahead on the leaderboard, when we’re not even halfway through the season…”
“I know, I’ll be honest, I’m in shock, but I’ve practiced hard for this, and it’s paid off. I have a real good team around me, and I couldn’t do it if I didn’t have those guys, they push me to limits I’ve never known.”
“How do you think your dad would have reacted if he’d seen that impressive win today?”
A wave of melancholy washes over me at hearing her mention my dad, but I pull it back enough to gain control.
“Ah man, I can’t even answer that. I know he'd be proud of me, of us; me and my brother…”
I catch Braydon’s eye as he kisses his knuckles, before tapping it against his heart. I mimic his actions, a trademark for just us Cooper brothers.
“Well, we better let you take your place on the podium.”
Still grinning like a Cheshire cat, I nod politely,
“Congratulations again.”
“Thanks, guys.”
As soon as the presenter and reporters have turned away, Braydon comes over, hooking his arm around my neck and tugging me against him.
“Proud of you so damn much.”
“Tell me that when I’ve won the championship, yeah…”
“You got it, dude. Come on, you need to get up there.”
As we begin the short walk to the podium, the grid girls are hanging around, waiting to see who they can get to first.
The presenter of the British Superbike Championships begins talking to the crowd before they begin to call out names. Murphy came third, Anderson second, and then there’s me. We all take our places before I’m being handed a bottle of champagne. Untwisting the wire at the neck, I take it off, loosening up the cork a little before shaking it up and down. Then, positioning my thumbs under the wider part, I push it upwards, making it pop. The cork flies out with a bang and clear liquid is spraying everywhere. The photographer in front of us is seated on one knee, clicking away at us.
