Page 84 of Revved up & Ready

“Yeah, but you can do it again,” she giggles, the loose set of her shoulders showing she isn’t carrying her usual nerves about motorcycles.

I let my eyes run over her figure. “You look hot as hell on a racetrack.”

Her hands trace over the leather arm of my suit. “Might have to make a habit of spending time on them, then.”

“Did anyone come out here with you?” I ask, worried about how she’ll manage on her own for the whole race.

“Nope, but I’ll be fine,” she says, knowing what I’m getting at. “Besides—” She lifts on her toes to lean in close again. “I want you all to myself tonight.”

“Well, fuck me,” I chuckle, completely stunned by her presence, her casual attitude, and her words.

Her brows lift suggestively with a smirk. “Rubber side down, Hacker,” she says, pointing toward the timer that indicates it’s time for me to put my helmet on. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

When I pull my helmet on, she plants a kiss on it and rushes back to the pit.

She’s here. How long has she been planning this? Is she really going to be okay?

As the timer continues to tick down, I push those thoughts aside. The only thing I can afford to focus on right now is the race.A distracted racer is a dangerous racer.

When they release us for the warm-up lap, the anticipation builds. When we grid up again, my nerves reach their peak. But when the green flag waves, I get an ideal start, keeping both tires down as I rip the accelerator and launch forward.

The closest I get to fear during a race is going into the first turn. It’s the biggest group we’ll have for the entire race, with everyone diving in and fighting for position—like riding in terrible traffic at top speed.

By turn four, I’ve settled into a groove, able to keep my line without all the other racers clogging the track. It’s the hottest day we’ve had on the track yet this year, but I’ve gotten good at ignoring the sweat dripping into my eyes and the overwhelming heat inside my suit.It doesn’t matter.

Each time I pass the pit, Sadie is standing at the edge, smiling and cheering for me.She’s here.I allow myself a moment to bask in her presence as I pass, then focus back on getting around Ludlow. We’ve been racing together since we were kids, so it’s impossible to surprise him. I have to watch for my opening and take big chances.

After an entire lap working myself into his slipstream, I finally manage to launch past him and take the lead.

Racing is in my soul. The highlights of my life have all been on the track, but I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am the moment I pass Sadie in the pits on the final lap and cross the finish line first.

Ludlow pulls up next to me on the cool-down lap, extending his arm to pull me in for a hug across our bikes. “Hell of a run today,” he yells over the sounds of our motors.

“Youput up a hell of a fight, boss,” I yell back.

The podium is made up of my favorites—me in first, Ludlow in second, and Hart in third. It’s Hart’s fifth podium of the season, and I’m thrilled to see her climbing the rankings. They invite me out to celebrate, but I have to pass.

Sadie’s words from earlier repeat in my mind.I want you all to myself tonight.

We’ve been dancing around this thing—around us—for months now. I’ve been back and forth between wanting to be direct with her about how I feel and not wanting to scare her off. She’s been hot and cold since the beginning. But lately, the cold moments are few and far between.She wants this, and I’m not holding back anymore.

The second we’re alone in the hotel elevator, I have her pressed against the wall, grinding my hips against her as I take her mouth in mine. “Fuck, I need you.” My hands glide up her thighs until I reach the exposed cheeks of her ass.Does she own underwear that covers more than the bare minimum? I hope not.

She squeals when I use my grip to lift her, bringing her thighs to wrap tightly around me. “I needyou,” she gasps between frantic kisses. The elevator door finally dings, and her lips burn feverish kisses down my neck as I carry her down the hall. She rocks against me while I fumble for the key card, uttering my name in a near desperate whine.

When we make it inside, I set her on her feet and tear off my shirt and pants. She starts toward the bed, but I grab her hand, pulling her over to stand before the floor-length mirror at the end of the bed. Locking an arm around her waist, I pull her back against my chest, into a position we’ve been in many times before—but never quite like this.

Her back presses to my chest, and my hard cock presses against the top of her ass. “Look at you,” I whisper, nipping ather ear as I send one hand under her skirt and the other to the neckline of her dress. Buttons run from the low neckline to the short hem. I slide open the top ones, revealing the swell of her breasts and a white mesh bra that exposes her pink nipples.

Whatever it is that usually holds her back isn’t here today. Her hands grip my arms, holding on as I delve my fingers into the front of her panties until I reach her wet center. She gasps when I use my other hand to toy with one of her exposed breasts, massaging the nipple through her mesh bra until it stands at attention.

Looking up to see her face in the mirror, I see that she isn’t watching. Her eyes are closed, head tilted to the side.This won’t do.

“You’re missing a really beautiful show,” I say, kissing down the column of her neck.

“I’m not missinganything,” she groans, rocking her hips against my searching fingers.

“Have you ever watched yourself come?” I ask, nipping at her shoulder.

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