35. Sophia
35
Sophia
Sunday’s race starts, and halfway through, Javi, Riley, and Cole are all battling for first when Cole’s tyres give out halfway through a corner and he hits the tarmac, taking Riley and Javi with him. Javi is hit the hardest and he flips over the three bikes and two riders, flying into the air. It’s a nasty crash and everyone in the pit box winces, then worries. Some of the team make their way to the track to collect Javi and his bike. The marshals and medics on track are around him.
Shit. Please, be okay.
The race is stopped by a red flag as Javi hasn’t gotten up yet. All we have is the live feed from the monitor. We hear all the other riders entering the pits so the on-site ambulance can pick up Javi.
My heart is in my throat. I am filled with dread. Tears are threatening to spill over from the uncertainty. The monitor shows him on a stretcher and being loaded into the back of the ambulance, but it’s zoomed out so it’s not giving anything helpful to ease our minds. Looking over at Micah, she locks eyes with me. “I’ll head to the medical centre and let you know how he is.” She rushes out the pit box.
We all share worried glances amongst ourselves and wait for news from Micah. The bike is returned to the box and Dave and some of the mechanics start looking over it, assessing the damage. Something to distract them. I am staring at my phone, waiting for a message. My phone starts blowing up with notifications from people watching the live feed and checking on him. I keep watching the notifications, waiting for Micah’s name.
What felt like three hours pass, but was only ten minutes, Micah finally calls me. Even though I was staring at the phone and waiting for her name to appear, it still startled me.
“Hello? How is he?” I blurt out.
“He’s okay,” she answers. I turn to the team and give them a thumbs up, relaying the news.
They all exhale collectively and hug each other.
“He was unconscious, but awake once he got to the medical centre. He might have a concussion.” She continues, “Are you able to come to the medical centre?”
“Absolutely. I’m on my way,” I say and hang up.
I look at the team and explain, “He was unconscious, so they had to stretcher him and take him to the medical centre for checks, but he is awake. Micah’s asked me to go to the medical centre. I’ll send any updates to Dave or Rayna if needed, but he is okay. That’s all that counts.” The team nods and exchanges relieved looks amongst themselves again.
I share a look with Dave, and he nods at me with knowing, caring eyes.
I go to the back of the pit, jump on one of our track bikes, and make my way to the medical centre behind all the manufacture trailers and a number of motorhomes.
Time still feels like it is taking forever. The five-minute ride to the medical centre feels never ending as I dodge and weave through people, walking and dawdling around.
I reach the medical centre, and Micah is waiting outside for me. I park the bike and almost run to her. “Hey, he still all good?”
“Yeah, he is awake, and they are just doing some tests to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.”
I am relieved, but ask, “Why did you want me here?”
“He asked for you as soon as he woke up,” Micah shares. I was unsure of what she thought of the situation but her face is only kind and warm.
I am shocked, but my heart warms. “Oh.”
“Sophia, I don’t want to say anything about your personal life. But remember, it’s a different time now. And events like today show who and what matters. And you clearly matter to Javi. I have seen how you both look at each other, working so closely between the two of you. Do what you want, but don’t let happiness settle on everyone but you.”
“Oh, Micah, I don’t know what to think. We have been keeping things away from the team as to not put pressure on us or cause worry that we can’t work together,” I share, exasperated. My hand goes to my forehead. I can feel myself about to ramble.
“Okay, don’t dwell on it now. Go and see him and do what you need to. I’m here if you need anything.” And then Micah walks away to make her way back to the pit.
I push the heavy doors open and look around. Dr. Mattock is exiting a door and notices me. He gestures to the door he just exited from and says, “Javi is in there. He is okay, just finishing up his tests. I’ll come back with the last of them.”
And he hurries off down the back of the medical centre.
I rush over to the door and feel like I shoulder barge my way into it. There Javi is, on a low bench in the small room, sitting up and smiling at me.
“Hi!” he greets, chirpy.
Seeing him up and fine causes my body to relax. I hurry over to him and kiss him, like I can’t get enough of him. He kisses me back, equally as urgently. His hands are in my hair and my hands are across his neck. We break away and I hug him. His arms wrap around my waist and his head rests on my shoulder due to him being lower than me, sitting on the bench.
“How are you feeling?” I ask when I find the strength to pull away from him and sit on the bench next to him.
“Not too bad. Just tender and going to be sore tomorrow. But the doc said no concussion. So that’s great,” he replies, his hand finding mine.
We sit quietly for a few moments.
“You know, Micah said you asked for me when you came to,” I start.
“Of course,” he returns and looks into my eyes. “I could only think of you.”
I lean in again and kiss him. “I was so worried.” Our foreheads press together, me looking down at his hand holding mine. A tear escapes and falls.
He raises his hand to my face and tilts my chin so I am looking into his eyes. “I’m okay.”
The doc knocks on the door, and I stand up and wipe my eyes. He comes in and informs Javi everything is fine, and he can head back to the pit.
I excuse myself so Javi can get organised, and look at my phone when I am outside.
A bunch of messages from people all concerned about Javi flood my phone. I compose a standard message and reply to everyone that he is okay. He exits the medical centre and stands by me. “What, no chariot for me?” he jokes.
I gesture to the bike I came over on and say, “Right there, but you’re at the back.” I smile at him.
“If it means I can hold onto you, I’ll happily sit behind you,” he says velvety.
I laugh, stepping over the bike and turn it on. I back it up and position it so Javi can mount it.
He puts his hands on my hips and whispers in my ear, “I am jealous of this bike. I’d prefer to watch you throw your leg over me instead.”
My chest tightens and my face flushes.
“Save your energy,” I shoot back.
“I wasn’t intending on moving at all. As a matter of fact, I think the position you’re in now is exactly how I’ll be seeing you back at the hotel,” he says in my ear as he squeezes my hips, his lips brushing against by ear. The breath and the thought of the position sends goosebumps down my arms and makes my stomach flip.
“Calm down,” is all I can manage before taking off. His arms stay at my hips, holding on in the opportune position.
It was a content and comfortable ride back to the pit, knowing Javi was okay.
We reach the pit box and the team all hug and pat Javi on the back, all relieved he is okay. Cole visits Javi in the pit box to apologise and make sure he is fine. Rayna declares Javi should return promptly to the hotel to rest. Micah recommends I take him and she can do press on his behalf.
Javi suggests we take a bike as the track will still have a large number of spectators around, and would take a while to get through in a car. I glance at him. Rayna thinks it’s an innovative idea, and wearing the plain black race leathers we left behind from the team track day would be a good choice to get through incognito.
I laugh internally . Guess he wants another of his fantasies to come true. Might be fun to play along.
I head to the team trailer to put the full suit on, but have a devious thought and strip down to my bra and panties first. Not sexy lingerie, but they are red. I step into the full piece leather suit. The leather is soft on my bare skin, it makes me already feel excited. I zip up the front of the suit and shove my clothes into my bag, when Javi bursts into the room and feigns surprise, “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t realise anyone else was in here.” His hand rests over his mouth. He goes to grab his leathers and puts them on. He zips up the front zipper as he looks to me and says, “This is going to be fun,” punctuating this sentiment with a smile and wink.
We head down to the bike, putting our helmets on. Javi holds his hand out for the bike key I picked up as we left the trailer. “Uh uh. You’re on the back, sunshine.” I keep the key to myself and half-smile.
I throw my leg over the bike and make a bit of a show about it. I blame wearing nothing underneath the leathers. I start the bike up, still standing up on the foot pegs. Jutting my ass and chest out. Definitely over-exaggerating and drawing out the exhibition for him. I look over to him. His eyes, framed by the helmet opening, are sultry and taking every movement I make in.
I sit down on the bike with a gentle bounce and yell over the engine, “You coming, or what?”
He takes a few seconds to shake himself out of his trance, and climbs on the back of the bike.
He places his hands on my hips, squeezing them possessively. My chest tightens at the gesture.
Tapping his hand to indicate I’m about to move, I tap his in return, and we take off slowly to putt around the back of the pit boxes. People around hear the engine and move to the side easily enough. We get out of the track and mix around with the traffic of fans leaving the venue. Javi has his tinted visor down, so he is hidden from the fans who are starting to make their way through gates. The bikes leaving are much faster than the cars, overtaking around the side. We join them and finally exit.
The hotel is a thirty-minute ride from the track. At lights, Javi moves his hands from my hips to the top of my thighs. If no one is around, he reaches further up to the inside of my thighs, rubbing the leathers with his gloved hands. My mouth gets very dry at his teasing.
We get to the hotel and head to his room.
We enter the room, and he turns to me. “I hope you don’t have on what I hope you don’t have on under those leathers.” He looks down at me with heavy eyes. I put my helmet down on the table and slowly take both of my gloves off, a finger wiggling out at a time. I turn away from him, my ass towards him as I put my foot on a chair and unzip my boot slowly, so slowly. Discarding it to the floor, I repeat the action with the other one.
I walk over to him and slowly unzip the front of his leathers, our eyes maintaining contact the whole time. I undress him from his leathers and the clothes underneath, but I remain in my full suit.
He stands naked in front of me, completely at my mercy. I can see his cock is already hard for me. It turns me on to see I have this effect on him already. I can feel the leather rub against my swollen pussy. I stand back so he can see all of me. I slowly pull down the front zip. My breasts push against the leather, causing them to give up their secret and burst out once the opening zip reaches my sternum. Javi savagely groans. I continue sending the zipper down until it stops under my navel. I then slowly take my arms out and push the suit down to the floor, exposing my scantily clad pussy. I slowly take my bra off and push my panties down, pooling at my ankles. Javi comes over and lifts me with ease out of the suit. The suddenness of the action forces a surprised noise to come out of my mouth. He lifts me up under my arms, slowly bringing me down to meet his face. He doesn’t lean in to kiss me. He just looks at my face. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
He walks us to the bedroom and lays down with him under me. He reaches up and touches my face, gently tracing his fingertips around my face. He traces my lips, and I hold his hand. I kiss and lick his fingertips, still keeping our eye contact. He puts his hand across my jaw and brings me in for a sensual, animalistic kiss, his hand at my jaw and the other behind my head. Keeping me there. Trapped in unrelenting passion. My hands paw at his chest, his shoulders. Dragging across his neck.
He releases my head and runs his hands down my body. I come up for air and sit up. His fingers are now deliberately tracing my torso. My breasts. My stomach. I let my head tilt backwards as I relish his touch. Craving it. Missing it. I can’t resist any longer. I bend down to kiss him reverently again and then lift my head so I am millimetres from his face.
“So, is this what you want to see?” I ask. I lift myself a little higher, licking him from his navel to his neck, accompanied by a sharp breath by him before getting off him. Grabbing a condom from his side table, I put it on him in record time.
I manoeuvre myself to his side, grasp his cock, and throw my leg over him, facing away from him. His cock, still in my hand, glides into my wet, pulsating pussy as I sit down.
A primal howl bellows from his mouth and his hands are on my hips, like they were on the bike, over my leathers. This time I can feel the cardinal want from his fingers on my skin.
I roughly pound up and down on his cock. His wanting, and teasing, and playing out how he had been thinking about me in this position burns a sizzling hot, furore desire within my body. His hands move around from my hips, to my ass, to my lower back, touching what he can. Never getting enough of me. Needing to touch to make sure I’m actually there.
The feeling is exhilarating. My orgasm builds, but slowly. Seemingly knowing I want to drag this out and enjoy our closeness. Our togetherness. Our wanting.
Feeling him grasp my ass to shove more of him into me, he calls out that he is getting close, the pressure drives toward my orgasm.
I start to breathe heavy, and my moans became frenzied. His breathing and grunts meet my intensity. His hands dig into my hips as he comes loudly and ferociously. Feeling his cock pulsating within me makes me come aggressively hard.
I get off him and we lie together, my head on his shoulder, tracing circles across his chest. His hands on my back, caressing up and down.
After laying in silence, listening to Javi’s heart beating, I hear him breath in deeply. “You know, I was serious that you were all I thought about between when I came to and you burst through the door at the medical centre. I care so much about you.” He moves to stroke my hair.
I let his words sit with me. If he had said this to me last year, hell, even at the middle of the season, I would have completely rejected him and shut myself off even more. But I have been working on myself. Realising what was holding me back. Coming to terms with my past and healing myself. Being honest with myself.
“I was so scared. I had this sense of trepidation from watching you crash to seeing you at the medical centre. Like I had something inside me, that I needed to tell you, dreading and panicked that I missed out on telling you,” I start.
“Tell me what?” he asks, lifting my head so I am looking at him.
“That I like hanging out with you, and care about you too. And I don’t want to hide our relationship,” I reply.
His face lights up as he smiles. “So we are officially official now?”
“Yes,” I reply. He leans down and kisses me.
“Now this is a perfect season,” he exclaims.