Chapter seven #2
Vick blew out a long breath. “I’ve been fighting for him.
I know I’ve been hard on you, Cole. This is exactly why.
” He shook his head, looking down at the table.
“Sorry, but we lost. You can finish the moto today, but we’re not sponsoring you in this league going forward. SJA, KTM is ready to cut their losses.”
I didn’t know if Vick had been truly fighting for me or not. Like he said, we lost. Nothing else mattered. The time on my contract wasn’t officially over yet but pulling me from the Nationals was telling.
“Move, Dad. Let me up.” I shoved at his shoulder.
“Where you goin’?” he asked, but I still got up, ignoring him.
I didn’t answer. I headed out. Away. I needed time to think. I grabbed a clean pair of track pants and shoved my feet into a pair of flip flops, then left the trailer. All around the pit, sad faces were packing up equipment. Andy was rolling the bike over to the trailer to load it up.
I had to be away. I circled round to the backside of the trailers and ran right into Nix. Literally. His big camera pressed into his chest between us.
“Hey, Cole. I heard what happened.” Nix’s voice was soothing and soft, but I didn’t want his pity.
“Yeah. That’s the way it rolls sometimes.”
He put his hand on my shoulder. If he meant the move to comfort me, it didn’t. In fact, it did the opposite. Every nerve in my body came alive. I sucked in a rush of air, trying unsuccessfully to stop it.
“This could be good for you.”
“Good? What?” I had a hard time tracking his words when his heat was so close and my cock was wanting more than that from him.
“Really. I mean. It opens up your opportunities. There are other teams, you know.”
“Fuck. After all that crap with Apex, I doubt anyone is going to want me. I’ve been labeled a troublemaker.”
“I think you’re thinking too much of yourself. Too much about personal impressions.”
“You obviously have no clue how this works.” I waved my arm to take in the trailers, the pit, and everything around us.
“Maybe you’ve forgotten. They want winners. They don’t care much about more than that.”
“So not true.”
Nix started to continue, but I was over the arguing.
I was over these feelings rushing over me.
I was over hiding who I was and who I wanted to be for a contract with a team who didn’t care about me.
I didn’t think I’d land on my feet as well as when Davey McAllister had come out, but I didn’t think I’d land on my ass, either.
So, when Nix opened his mouth and leaned in for his rebuttal, I leaned forward and kissed him.
I didn’t care who saw.
Our tongues tangled and that hand resting on my shoulder slid back and pulled me closer. I needed him. Needed more. Fuck my feelings for Tyler, or anything else in my way. I wanted more of that wet heat against my mouth. I wanted more of his whiskers rubbing against mine.
“Cole!” My father’s voice called out, breaking the spell.
I stepped back, but not too far. Nix was still close enough that I could reach out and grab him.
Dad walked around the trailers. “There you are. We’re not done.”
“Yes, we are.” I slid my hand around Nix’s elbow. “Come on. Let’s find someplace private to talk.”
Nix stared down at my hand and smiled. “All right then.” He let me lead him away.
My dad’s yelling in the background droned on, but I didn’t pay attention. I was over him, too. It was past time I moved out of his house, but I had to get my career together first.
When we were far enough away that Dad’s voice was gone, Nix took my hand and laced our fingers together. “Let’s go back to my hotel. We’ll order in and relax. You need some down time.”
I couldn’t argue. “Thanks.”
Before we got any farther, someone called my name. I turned to see Lucas Cooper strutting toward me. He was a cocky arena cross rider. I hadn’t heard he was racing and hadn’t seen him around.
“Saw you race, Cole.” He stared at Nix, looking him up and down.
He had ten times the attitude that I did, but he was pretty decent on a bike.
He obviously wasn’t racing since he was wearing tight jeans and a button-down shirt with the top four buttons open.
“You must be recovering well. Top ten finish.” He shrugged as if to say that even though it wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good, either.
“You can’t say shit if you weren’t racing.” I flicked a finger toward him.
“Eh, I’m not much on these long motos. Not enough excitement. Give me an arena track or a street race. Now that gets your adrenaline up. You should come watch me some time.” He jutted his chin up.
“Sorry, but when you’re spinning your wheels around that little track of yours, I’ll be racing with the real pros.” Talking shit was part of the game, part of the track culture. We didn’t mean much by it. I never took it seriously. I took Nix seriously, though. “See ya around, Coop.”
He started to say something else, but I turned my back on him, ushering Nix away and toward the parking area.
Nix snorted. “He was flirting with you.”
“No, he wasn’t. That’s typical racer bullshit, that’s all.”
Nix shook his head and chuckled.
I didn’t care to think much else about it. It didn’t matter to me if he was right or wrong. “Let’s go.”
We piled into his rental car. He left me alone in a comfortable silence throughout the drive and all the way up to his room. Then he pulled me into a hug. I’d never felt so warm and comforted. My world was crumbling like a week-old cookie, but nothing mattered as much as being in his arms.
“Cole. You know you don’t have to do this alone.” He touched my face. “I’m here for you.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but my dick was all for it. I couldn’t help flexing my hips forward.
Nix took that as his sign to move, and he dry humped against me. I could feel his dick. It wasn’t like I thought it would be. Parker Shannon had been an idiot. This was the hottest thing ever.
“I can make you feel so good, if you let me.” Nix slid his hands up and down my back.
He closed his eyes. So, I started in on the buttons of his short-sleeved shirt.
Then pushed it off his shoulders. His muscles weren’t overly defined, but his shoulders were cut, and his chest was firm.
And his belly was flat. And it had a line of soft hair, lighter than what was on his head, which was spun gold at the ends and a dusty brown at his roots, that led to his waistband and disappeared beneath the fabric.
I rubbed my knuckles over that trail. I wanted to see more. Nix moaned.
“Come on.” He nudged me toward the bed. “We’ll take it slow, but everything will be better lying down.”
Getting him skin to skin was instantly the most important thing I could be doing.
I kicked my flops off. His shirt hit the floor, and I dropped my pants on top of it, leaving me in nothing but my tight Alpinestar shorts.
They were padded on the ass, hips and thighs, and vented to keep me cool during a race.
Perfect for riding, they looked odd with nothing else on.
“Ahh…so you’re not really that curvy. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you out of your gear.”
“Yes, you have.” I rolled my eyes.
“Well…” Nix stuck his fingers in the waistband.
“Let’s make sure of it.” He slid them down, over my ass and onto the floor.
My cock sprang free, pointing up at him like a demanding little soldier, and Nix took a hold of it.
He stroked it twice. My knees nearly gave out.
“Woah, big guy.” He was taller than me, but I didn’t care at all.
I let him maneuver me to the mattress, where I spread out.
“I have zero experience here, Nix.”
“It’s okay. Like I said, we’ll go slow.” He unbuttoned his khaki shorts that showed off his sexy calves, then discarded them along with his tighty-whities, giving me a good view of his upper thighs, hips.
Then I let my eyes wander to what I wanted to see most and feared to look at. His cock wasn’t long, but it was thick with an angry red head. It was surrounded by more of that soft, blond hair. I wanted to touch it, taste it, but I held back.
Nix crawled over me, rubbing against me like a cat.
The rough friction of his hair against mine and the smooth slide of bare skin had my brain shorting out.
He pressed his lips against mine, and I carded my fingers through his hair.
I didn’t want to sit back and let it happen.
I wanted him to know that I was into this, even if I was nervous.
He moved his kisses down my neck, hitting a spot above my shoulder that sent chills straight to my cock, and I shivered. “Oh, you like that,” Nix said right before he did it again.
“Mmm…”
“Well, wait to you see what else my mouth can do.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Good.” He flicked his tongue over one of my nipples, then nibbled at my side above my hip bone. “Your body is gorgeous, Cole.”
“You know I work hard.”
“Yes, I do. I have a lot of that hard work on video.” He looked up and wiggled his eyebrows at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Been watching my workout videos for your spank bank, Mr. Braumere?”
Nix tapped his finger against his temple. “Don’t need to. I have it all up here.” He glanced over my body. “And now I have more.”
I laughed, not convinced that I was what he was hoping for, but all that died as soon as his lips stretched over the top of my cock.
“Agh! Damn. Fuck. Nix that is so good.” His mouth was hot and wet.
The suction was perfect, although I had nothing to compare it to.
More cursing came out of my mouth as he continued to suck, taking all of me.
“I’m going to come. Fuck!” My dick and balls tingled, and fire raced up my back.
When I exploded in Nix’s mouth, I swear I saw stars.
I’d never come so hard or so fast in my life.
I made an inarticulate sound and collapsed against the mattress.
My body wanted to relax into nothingness, but my brain swam with a million thoughts.
I had known what my plan would be since I got serious about racing when I was twelve, and now I had no clue.
Was my career over? Had Nix captured my last moments on film?
And how did I end up here with him, naked in a hotel bed? And did I care? And more importantly—
“Hey, Nix. What did you mean earlier?”
“Earlier when?”
“When you said I wasn’t alone. When you said you were here for me? What did you mean?”
“I’m your friend. No matter what else. I want that. Don’t you?”
I rolled over to my side. “Sure, but I don’t really know you. Don’t know anything about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Where are you from? Where were you born? Where do you live? How’d you meet Jason, and why are you interested in me?”
“That’s a lot of questions.”
“I want to know, like, everything.”
“All right.” He turned to face me and traced a line down my bare arm. “I met Jason filming X-games in France a few years ago. We’ve been good friends since. He’s a good guy.”
“Hmm…I’ll take your word on that. I don’t know if I can trust him.”
“You trust me?”
I took a minute to search his face. I don’t know why I hesitated since I’d trusted him since the first day we met. “Yeah. You know I do.” I shoved his shoulder. “Now where do you live? Where’re you from?”
“I grew up in Melbourne—”
“Australia?” I half jumped off the bed. “You don’t have an accent.”
“Florida. Melbourne, Florida. I was born in Orlando.”
“Oh. You seem worldly.”
Nix shrugged. “I’ve been around, but I’m from Florida.
Went to school there. Well, I started out in New York with a million other kids looking for a career in publishing.
Until I took a course that used video and movies to tell stories.
Then I transferred home. The degree I really wanted was there. ”
“Where do you live now?”
“Atlanta, actually. I need to be near an airport, and Atlanta has one of the best. You can easily get almost anywhere from there. Plus, it’s a nice area.”
“Yes, it definitely has an airport. I’ve been there.”
“I know.” Nix winked at me. “What else do you want to know?”
“Family? Siblings?”
He shook his head. “I’m an only child. Like you. Something we have in common.” I’d forgotten how much he’d learned about me in the past month of filming, and I was a bit surprised he remembered.
I could lose myself in that easy smile. We spent the next few hours talking, just like that.
Face-to-face, buck naked, on the bed. Eventually, I dozed off.
My body was used to a particular schedule and not happy at all about being up too late.
I tried to stay awake. This time with Nix felt epic, and I didn’t want to miss a thing, but soon enough, I was asleep.