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I felt the seat vibrate under me, and wild sensations filled me. Holy shit, I could see why women loved to ride on these things. This was far better than any vibrator I had ever used before.

I placed my hands on Ryder’s waist and reveled in his tight muscles and rippled chest.

Holy Hotness.

I hear the cheers from behind me as Allison, and the boys erupt into a frenzy of excitement. A smile spreads over my faceas I realize what I am doing is making them happy. I can surely sit here and take a ride around a track to make them that happy, right?

As Ryder begins to move the bike, my breath falters, and I gasp. He must have heard me because he chuckles, the low rumble causing his stomach to move under my fingertips. I hold on together, using the excuse of not wanting to fall off the bike, as my reasoning for holding him so tightly.

As we begin to drive, the wind rips through my hair that flows out of the helmet. The roar of the engine shakes me to my core.

Wind rushes upon me, causing my already unruly hair to fly around my face. I close my eyes as we go faster, but soon, allow myself to look around. The track seems to move, and the world around me is a blur of sights and sounds as we travel at high speeds. I know this isn’t a real race, just an event to raise money and publicity for the new racing brand, but Ryder seems to be intent and focused on the ride.

We ride two more laps, and then Ryder brings the bike to a slow stop back by the tent. Realizing I am free, I quickly jump off the bike, almost tripping over my own two feet in the process. I move swiftly off the track and back under the safety of the tent. Ryder rides off, and the boys are now looking at me with rockstar status.

“Tell us how cool that was?” Isaac begs, his eyes piercing into my soul.

We walk over to a few chairs, and I begin to share my experience with them. While I am entirely exaggerating on how exciting it was, the boys are lost in my words.

When I’m finished, they are astounded and can’t stop talking about how much cooler I am now. Trying not to be offended, I just laugh as they move back toward the track and watch the rest of the events transpire.

The night is buzzing with titillation as the bright lights around us glow over the track. Music is still thumping, and the smell of greasy foods fills the night air.

Around nine, Allison and I manage to drag the boys back to the car. Just as I am fumbling for my keys to unlock the door, Ryder runs up to us. The boys' faces glow against the black backdrop of the evening.

“Hey, you all are leaving so early?” he asks.

I look at him like he has two heads. “It’s after nine. These guys need to go home and get some sleep,” I say, finding my keys and unlocking the door.

“Boys, want me to stop by All Our Children, and we can talk about the races tonight?” Ryder asks.

My mouth falls open at his blatant disrespect for what I just said. I take a step closer to him and eye him with my death glare.

“You have some nerve to defy what I just said, especially in front of the kids. There are rules here, you have no idea what these boys have been through, nor do you have any earthly clue about the desperate need they have for a structure like rules and bedtimes. Back off. I get that you think they are your fun little charity project, but that’s not what we are here for,” I snap, keeping my voice low so only Ryder can hear me.

His dark eyes go wide as his face displays hurt. I just shake my head and get into the car. As I drive away, I leave him standing in the parking lot, watching us drive away.

Chapter 7

Ryder

Inviting the boys to come watch me race was only the first part of my plan.

The second part of my plan was to get Scarlett into my bed.

There was something about Scarlett that drove me crazy. I could tell that she didn’t like all of the hype surrounding my name, but I also saw how she looked at me with desire pooling in her eyes and I knew she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

I would catch her staring at me when I would talk with the boys and when she would bite that lower lip, it took all of my strength to not stalk across the room, take her in my arms, and kiss those lips until they were swollen.

“Ryder, they are almost ready for you,” I heard Travis call, as I was talking with the boys. The Rev Speedway was filled with crowds ready to watch the races. Music blared from speakers, food trucks lined the parking lot, and voices echoed throughout the area.

It didn’t go unnoticed that Scarlett had shot death daggers toward the women fawning over me today. It was just part of the role I played. Sure, I enjoyed hooking up with the many women who came to my races, or who recognized my name and face while I was out at a club, but they didn’t want me, they just wanted my fame and money.

“Smile, you are about to watch me ride,” I said, watching Scarlett’s cheeks grow pink.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to race or preparing your next conquest with one of those scantily clad ladies out there?” she asked, motioning toward the track.

I couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh. I was right, she was affected by seeing me with other women. So, she was jealous. I liked it that seeing me around other women bothered her.

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