Spike (7 page)

“Enjoy it. You deserve it.”

He’d been a master back in his day, too many titles to count, and I’m blessed to have him for a manager.

“I owe some of it to you, Mac, so thanks.”

“Sure thing. You know, I had a chat to Eevie earlier. She’s a lovely girl, reminds me of my Peaches—as sweet and as smart as they come. No wonder you’re doing so well, boy. You’re head over heels, and good luck to ya’.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty special.”

“Don’t let that one go. I only wish Jones would sort himself out. He’s fucking talented, but all the women and the booze …” Mac shakes his head and then runs his fingers through his hair, which is more grey than brown. “He’s wasting all that potential.” Mac’s eyebrows pull together like a concerned father.

“Don’t worry, Mac. He’ll find a girl one day, and she’ll knock him fair on his arse.”

“Here’s hopin’. Anyway, congrats, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Cheers, Mac.” I step up to the bar, and wait to be served, keeping an eye in the direction of the bathrooms.
Why do girls take so long in there?

I finally get the attention of the barman.

“Two vodkas with lime and soda, mate.”

A tall, leggy blonde sidles up next to me at the bar while I wait for our drinks. I recognise her from the podium, except this time she’s wearing more clothes.
Barely
. I inwardly cringe, remembering her slipping me her number earlier. I couldn’t dispose of the toxic piece of paper quick enough. I don’t need bitches carrying on like that around me, especially when my girl’s here.

“Great ride today, Maverick,” she purrs.

Fuck
. She doesn’t even know my first name. Goddamn sponsors. I don’t know why they wanted to run with the tag ‘Maverick’. I suppose something to do with speed. I guess in a way it’s kinda cool, but anyone that calls me that doesn’t know me, and won’t. They won’t see past the image. They won’t see me. With the exception of sponsors, they’ll just be out for blood.

“Thanks,” I mutter, and move my focus back to the barman who I wish would just hurry the fuck up.

In my peripheral vision I see her flick her ridiculously long bleached hair over her shoulder. I cringe as she runs her fake red fingernails over my shoulder. They might as well be claws.

She leans into my ear. “Busy tonight?” she asks in a put-on husky voice, practically wrapping her lips around my earlobe. Crowie warned me about these girls. They’re fucking vultures.

“Yeah.” I catch Eevie’s eye, and follow her through the crowd as she walks towards me, all smiles.

“Doing what?” Blondie says, raising an eyebrow.

I move side-on as Eevie slips her arms around my waist. “Making love to her,” I say, jutting my chin towards Eevie before narrowing my gaze at the blonde’s vacant eyes.

She huffs her fringe from her forehead, and puts her hands on her hips.

I lean Eevie back, and kiss her like we’re in the privacy of our bedroom. Eevie, tense at first, relaxes into my arms and surrenders to the kiss. Blondie is gone by the time I pull my lips away from Eevie. A couple of the support guys wolf-whistle from the end of the bar.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell was that?” Eevie asks, wiping the smeared lipstick from under her bottom lip with her thumb. Her chest is labouring, and her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink. She’s probably already wet.
Fuck
.

The bartender places the vodkas in front of me and I pay him. Handing Eevie her drink, I try to stifle a grin. “Just sendin’ a message to the vultures, babe.”
And all these guys here that can’t take their eyes off you.

Eevie throws her head back and laughs out loud. “Glad I could help.”

“Come on, Let’s finish this drink and get outta here. I can’t let them think I’m all talk.”

Eevie sculls her vodka and wipes her wet lips with the back of her hand. “Let’s go,” she says, slamming her empty glass on the bar.

I think I just fell a little bit more in love.

I down my drink, and lace her fingers in mine. After pushing through the crowd, we walk to the cab rank. Ahead of us, Jones stumbles into the back seat of a waiting car. The two girls that were hanging around him before laugh as they manhandle him, and get in beside him.
Jones and his revolving bedroom door.
One day, that shit’s gonna bite him in the arse. I could never handle the birds on tour. Skanky hoes without a brain in their heads.

Eevie and I get into the next cab in line.

It’s time to really celebrate.

****

Once the heavy door to the hotel room slams shut, I cover Eevie’s mouth with mine. The lingering taste of lime zings on my tongue, as I probe around her mouth like a starved man. She takes off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

I weave my arms around her waist and lift her up, Eevie wrapping her legs tight around me. I carry her over to the bed, and we fall in a heap, Eevie giggling like a schoolgirl.

I kneel up, and extend her leg, unzipping her boot.

“Oh God, I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She pants, likes she’s ready to come. She props herself up on her elbows.

“Fuckin’ understatement,” I say, my voice hoarse. I pull off her other boot, and toss it. My chest expands as my heart pounds, and I peel off my shirt.

“How do you want it?” she asks, looking up through hooded eyes. Her teeth graze over her bottom lip.

“Call me greedy, but I want it all. Hard, fast, slow … until I’m that exhausted I fall asleep.”

“You read my mind,” she says. Eevie peels off her tank top, and flings off her bra. I pounce on her, and she gasps as I squeeze her tits and flick my tongue over her pebbled nipples. She writhes beneath me, and I fumble to undo my belt.

“Take off my pants, baby,” I growl into her ear. I get up and stand beside the bed.

Wide-eyed, Eevie tugs on my belt. She runs her other hand over the jeans covering my hard bulge, making my cock ache. “Stop teasing,” I warn, “or I’m gonna put it in your mouth.”

“I thought that was the plan for the drive home tomorrow.” She raises an eyebrow and slowly unbuttons the fly on my jeans.

“Damn, girl. Do you know what you’re doin’ to me?”

“It’s my secret superpower, Aidan. Right now, I’m at my most powerful.” She grins, and then runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Only you give me that feeling.” Her words cause an ache deep in my chest.
Only you.

I shake my head, and tug my jeans and boxers down. She undoes her jeans and wiggles out of them, leaving on the sexiest black G-string I have ever laid eyes on, with a trail of tiny diamond-looking thingies down the front.

“I’m so glad I didn’t watch you get dressed earlier, otherwise we never would have made it to the club.”

“I bought it just for the occasion. I wanted to show it off earlier, but I know how important tonight was for you.”

“Show me now.” I take her hand and she rises from the bed, and does a quick twirl in front of me. “Slow it down,” I say, my voice low.
Want to bury myself inside her right now
.

She turns away from me, the delicate waistband sitting just below those little dimples at the bottom of her spine. I trail a line with my finger over the diamonds in a small heart shape. Eevie’s whole body shudders beneath my touch, causing my cock to throb. I need to hurry.

“Need a closer look,” I mumble. From behind her, I grab both tits in my hand, and move her so she’s leaning over the bed. I move her feet further apart, taking in the wonder before me. I trace my finger over the material between her cheeks, meeting the wet fabric as I explore down further. Eevie takes in a sharp breath as I rub the lace against her sweet spot.

“H … hurry,” she says, her breath caught in her throat.

“I’m leaving this on,” I say, as I move the G-string aside, and plunge deep inside her. We groan loudly together as I slide in and out. Eevie flattens out on the bed, balling handfuls of sheets. She grunts louder as I spread her legs wider, and pound hard and fast like I’m heading for the finish line.

When I get there I close my eyes, savouring the feeling of spilling hard and deep inside her, her body hot and quivering beneath me.

As I come back from wherever my head just went, I leave a trail of kisses along the smooth skin of her neck and across to her shoulder. “Ahhh! My God, Aidan, you’re killin’ me,” she groans in delight. Did she come? I have no idea; I was so wrapped up in it.

I withdraw from her, flicking the G-string back in place, and lay on my side. She rolls over and kisses me softly on the lips, and then drags my bottom lip out with her teeth.

“You know, I think I’ve stumbled onto another type of sex. Winning sex … and I think it’s better than winning,” I say, doing my best to catch my breath.

“Mmm, I think you’re right. You know, you were amazing today,” she says, tangling her fingers in my hair, and then running them across my jaw, tickling me.

I raise an eyebrow. “Which part?”

“All of it.” She runs her fingers over my chest, circling them around my nipples and causing them to harden.

“I’m glad you got to see it, and that I had you with me tonight.”

“I wish I had of seen you ride earlier. It was an awesome day, and tonight was fun.”

“Fun? You had those fuckers eatin’ out of the palm of your hand,” I scoff.
And yes, I was jealous that they got your attention, and laughter.

“What? We were just talking. It was good to talk to people who do what you do.”

“If I wasn’t there, Eevie, there would’ve been a bloody fight to the death over who got to take you home.” My jaw tenses as I think about Jones’s comment. Next round I’m gonna show him up something fierce. Teammate or no teammate.

“But you
were
there, so let’s not worry about that stuff, okay?”

How can I not fucking worry? It ripped me to pieces after she was almost raped but a guy she claimed was a friend. I’d hate to think what these guys would do. Obviously some guys have no fucking conscience.

“Jones is a flea-riddled desperate who would stop at nothing to get you in a corner.”

“And if he tried that shit, I’d knee the fucker in the balls.”

I laugh out loud, and smile, imagining her doing just that, and the ensuing look of horror in Jones’s eyes. “You’re right. He just said somethin’ that pissed me off.”

Eevie sighs loudly and snuggles her head in the crook of my neck. She works her soft lips and hot little tongue over my skin.
She’s not done yet. I knew it
. She rubs her tits against my chest, and weaves her leg between mine.

“Are you ready to go again?” she whispers in my ear before taking my earlobe in her teeth.

“Eevie,” I say and chuckle.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. I want more.”

“Just give me a bit of time to get myself together, and then I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you want.”

“I’ll go freshen up then, while you do that.” She struts over to the bathroom, slipping off the G-string before she leaves the room.

I close my eyes, and my breathing slows. Today has been such a high, and after I give Eevie what she wants, I’m going to sleep so hard. That’s if Eevie doesn’t kill me by way of heart attack first.

The bed moves and I pry my eyes open. “Hey,” Eevie says leaning over me, wearing nothing but a sexy-arse grin. “You ready?” she whispers.

I really am the luckiest man alive.

CHAPTER FIVE

* EEVIE *

“I’m glad your windows are tinted, because I don’t need an audience for this,” I say nervously as I watch the cars drive past in the lanes beside us.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, Eevie. This has been all I’ve thought about since you made the bet. Anyone that drives past and sees what’s goin’ on isn’t gonna be lookin’ at you, they’ll be lookin’ at the fat as fuck smile on my face, and cursing me for being the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive.”

I’ve had my hand running up and down the inseam of his leg for a while now, so I have no doubt he’s hard as cement. He’s re-adjusted himself a few times, so it must be doing something to him.

I can’t believe I agreed to this. It’s probably dangerous.

“You’re not gonna crash, are you?” I ask, worried that he might do just that.

He chuckles deep in his throat. “No, Eevie. I’m sure I can handle it.”

I reach over and undo his belt, slowly lowering the zip. I reach in and cup his balls through his boxer shorts and he groans as I squeeze his hard length. I run my fingernails over the tip, and then move them to the waistband, pushing his boxers down his hips. Aidan takes one hand off the wheel, lifts his arse and moves his jeans and boxers in one movement so they bunch at his knees.

His gaze flicks to me and he smiles wickedly, then his tongue darts out and wets his lower lip.

“Eyes on the road, buddy,” I order.

I slip under my seat belt, and lean into his lap, his erection hot in my hand. I tease him with my tongue first, running it up and down his length, before running it around the engorged head.

Holding him in place, I take him in my mouth, and move up and down in strokes, moving my hand in time. I take him deep into the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” Aidan hisses through his teeth.

My heart pumps harder, knowing what I do to him. How I unravel him. Funny how I thought I’d be missing out doing this, but my panties are already damp, and I’m just as excited. Hearing the little noises bubbling up his throat is totally empowering.

I move quicker, and gag, but try to recover quickly to keep the rhythm. I squeeze him harder, wrapping my tongue around him as I take him deep, over and over.

“Eevie … I …” he says, his words garbled. His body stiffens. Hot and salty, he pulses strong into my mouth, and I gently slow my movements. I swallow, and try to hide the shudder afterwards. I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about the whole
swallowing
thing, but I do it for him. I love seeing him come undone like this.

Aidan jerks the steering wheel, and I lift my head from his lap, looking up at him through my lashes. “My God, woman. When you make a bet, you deliver. Holy hell, I need to pull over.”