29. Javi
29
Javi
“Do we really need to be in this good of shape to race motorcycles?” Cole moans.
“They do still have engines, right?” Riley puffs out in agreement.
Cole, Fleur, Riley, and I are running on the four treadmills at the training facility. We have been on them for at least an hour, killing our cardio.
Cole and Riley are the only ones moaning about it, and they have both slowed down to a light jog.
Fleur shoots a look at me and rolls her eyes. “Do we let Ham know about this?”
I lift my phone to take a photo of them while they flop over their treadmills. “Done. Photographic evidence sent to Hamish.” I laugh.
Both Cole and Riley protest at the same time with, “ Nooo !”
Fleur and I laugh in response, and shut down our treadmills. We hit our target and can move to the rower now, leaving Cole and Riley to draw out their time.
“Up to much tomorrow?” Fleur asks after her first round while she catches her breath.
“End of season team track day. Going to be brilliant,” I reply. I had floated the idea to Rayna that a team track day would be great for morale, which it will. The team has been on fire all year and deserves to blow off some steam before the end of the season—but my ulterior motive is to see Sophia in her leather suit again. I love her in it. I couldn’t stop thinking about her in it and on the bike since I saw her on track, and I need to see it again.
“That’s going to be awesome!” Fleur adds.
“Yeah. Any plans for you?” I ask once my second set is complete.
“I was going to see who was free to organise a karting day,” Fleur returns, excitement in her voice.
“Next one, definitely,” I reply. Fleur organises great go-kart days.
“Maybe you can invite whoever this love interest you have been hanging out with this season?” she slyly adds with a knowing smile.
“No idea what you are implying there. I’ve been working on the motocross project. No fun sexy times,” I reply, not really hiding my humour.
“Sure you don’t, cupcake,” she teases and smashes out her fifth set.
“Argh, why is that nickname sticking around?” I exclaim.
“Anyone need a lift back to the hotel?” Fleur calls out after our session.
Riley nods while panting heavily.
“You okay, dude?” I ask him, worried it’s taking him this long to recover from our session.
“Yeah…I’m fine…” he gasps out, waving his balled-up towel in my direction.
“Follow me, Riley. You can mime to me what time your sister will be back this weekend, and which team to add her to for go-karting,” Fleur offers, and starts to her car.
Riley waves another hand and jogs to keep up with Fleur.
“You heading to the track?” Cole queries.
“Yeah, the team is going to be there today for a meeting, so I want to be there, too,” I reply. “You parked your motorhome at the track still?”
“It was easier this time around. Elise was able to swing it for me. Take a cab over?”
“Let’s do it.”
Cole and I pass the thirty-minute cab ride with discussing our summer plans. I am really looking forward to my parents being back and spending time with them.
We also make a plan to hit some MudPit courses after the Christmas break, making a nice solid week of it.
The track is quiet as it isn’t a race weekend, but there are a few people peppered around from other teams, getting some last meetings in before end of season testing starts up. I really love being in these meetings with the team. They are the reason my bike works so well. Yes, I bring talent, but talent is nothing without a capable machine under me.
Waving off Cole, I head to the pit box, heading straight for the showers before I sit in a room with everyone, which is conveniently near the pits.
Lost in my thoughts, my mind goes back to Sophia and our last time together. The promise of her being with me is so warming, I can’t help but smile. Having her in my space, taking her out for dates. I can’t wait for it all.
Heading to the back area of the pit to dump my gym bag down, there is still no one around. I can’t even hear Rayna’s distant voice on the phone in her office or down pit lane. It feels very unusual, like I got the wrong date? Grimacing, I grab my phone and check the dates. A relieved exhale leaves me when I read it’s the right date, I am just here too early. Hmmm, what to do. Guess I can see if there is anyone working in the hospitality tents for some food or coffee. Walking up a narrow hallway to the back door, it flies open with a scream.
“Argh!”
“Fuck!” I yelp out.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here,” Sophia gasps as her hand covers her chest.
“Sorry, I came straight here from the training facility. I thought the meeting was earlier.”
“That’s okay. I was in my head, not paying attention. You didn’t spill my coffee, so that’s a positive.”
“Oh, is one of the hospitality tents open?”
“Yeah, Rayna organised for our tent to be used for the meeting today, so the staff is there, getting some food set up for us.”
She regains her composure with an exhale and stands straight up again. “Haven’t been scared like that in a while.” She laughs.
“Is that a challenge?” I can’t help but tease her. Fuck, I've missed her.
“No, that is not a challenge. I do not need to be scared,” she reiterates to my smirking face.
Grabbing her out of the doorway, where she was propping the heavy door open with her foot, I push her up against the cold, cement wall. My body is flush against her, my hands around her waist.
Looking into each other’s eyes, the heavy door creaks slowly close, gradually shutting out the light from outside until it closes with a loud thud. Sophia jumps at the sound echoing down the now dark hallway.
“Hope that didn’t scare you too much,” I breathe, feeling her rapidly rising chest in my hands. I squeeze in reply.
“It didn’t,” she mutters quietly. The only light comes from the distant, artificial light from the back of the pit, barely highlighting her features.
“Well, that is a relief. Here I thought I might need to distract you so you weren’t scared anymore.” My hand ambles up her side.
“And how would you do that, exactly? You know, considering you were the one to scare me,” she challenges.
“Oh, you know. A little of this and a little of that.” My hand is now under her ear, rubbing my thumb on her neck and jaw, feeling her swallow.
“Quite vague there.” I can imagine the coy smile dancing across her lips.
“I was always one for leaving out the details. Can’t show all of my hand.” My other hand quickly moves to the other side of her neck. Pinning her against the wall, my lips suddenly meets hers. She yips as she opens her mouth to allow my tongue to caress hers, deepening the kiss.
Her body presses closer to me as her free hand snakes around my back, trying to seek friction.
“That’s a good hand,” she mutters.
“Gotta keep them guessing.”
“Great strategy.”
She moans when I pull back. “I don’t know how long we have been here for, but we better stop before anyone turns up. I know Rayna will be early, like she always is.”
“I can feel my coffee is still hot. We haven’t been here for too long,” she teases.
We’re still impossibly close. I hate myself for not suggesting we run into the showers for more fun, but that will definitely cause more questions if we get too caught up and time slips away. Stepping back, my hand is still on the side of her face, and I love that she leans into my touch. She moves her head so she can kiss my palm, while boring her eyes into me. I hate my bad timing.
“To be continued,” I reply, prying my hands away from her.
She smirks in reply and pushes herself off the wall.
Opening the door, the light streams in and I look back at Sophia, making her way up the hallway. I watch the sway in her hips and her hand straightening her clothes.
She reaches the end of the hallway and turns her head to me. “See you in the meeting.” And then she disappears out of my sight before I can reply.
Trying to smother my hard dick, I’m grateful I have on jeans. I think unsexy thoughts and start walking towards the tent for food, waiting for the meeting where I can gawk at Sophia all I want.