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That sucks. Heather isn’t just used to riding on the back of Atlas’s bike, she also knows how to ride, because my brother taught her.

“I’ll do it.” Zara comes forward.

“Sounds good,” I nod. I’m sure she must have ridden on the back of her dad’s bike before.

“Fuck, no!” Fox growls. “You’re my girl. If you’re riding with anyone, it’s gonna be me.”

Zara isn’t easily intimidated. “Get it into your thick head, Cal. We’re over. You’re a loser and I want a front-row seat for when Chance makes you eat his dust. Or should I say sand?”

Fox might be slow as fuck on the tarmac, but he moves faster than I would have given him credit for. He lunges forward and grabs Zara’s arm, just like he did earlier.

But this time Zara must have been expecting it, because she leans into his touch just enough to get closer and slaps his face with a deafening sound.

“Don’t touch me ever again, Cal. I mean it.”

“You little bitch,” Fox seethes, rubbing his cheek. “Fine. It’s your fucking loss. Who wants to help me teach this bunch of kids what riding is all about?” he bellows.

One of the girls, who arrived with the Blue Lightning team, volunteers. “I’ll ride with you.” She offers. “I’m loving the rivalry between you guys. It’s exciting. And I want a front-row seat for the race. Or shall I say backseat, since I’ll be sitting behind you?”

I noticed that she’s been eye-fucking Fox since Kristy and her team arrived. “I don’t know about that,” I bite out. “There’s a potential contract on the table for the winner, and you work for Kristy. Shouldn’t Blue Lightning be impartial?”

Kristy shrugs it off. “Lori isn’t employed by Blue Lightning. She’s just an influencer who follows our challenges. Anyway, I’m going to be close to the action and I’ll make sure no one does anything that isn’t allowed. We want to see your skills. We aren’t interested in anything else.”

Fine. I don’t trust Fox as far as I can throw him. “What are the rules, other than riding under the bridge first to win? Are we allowed any contact when we overtake each other?” I ask.

“You can cut in front of your opponent to overtake him, but no deliberate contact aimed to cause damage or injury.” She says.

So pretty much the same rules of the Super Bikes League.

Atlas, Ares, Lev and Heather surround us as I check out the dirt bike I’ll be riding for this challenge.

It looks pretty standard to me, no crazy modifications or anything different from what I’m used to.

Kristy was right that we all started on dirt bikes.

As it is, that’s how my brothers got passionate about motorcycles and riding in the first place. Dad got them dirt bikes for their eighth birthday, so they could ride them on the stretch of private beach right behind our house.

I’m just two years younger than them, so I learned how to ride from the twins. Riding on sand is something that comes naturally to all of us, like second nature.

I look at Zara as she dons her Blue Lightning helmet. She also put on a black, long-sleeved jacket, but has declined to wear the protective leggings Kristy offered her, as well as any of the pads with the Blue Lightning logo. I better make sure she doesn’t fall off my bike.

“I assume you’ve ridden on the back of a bike before?”

“Since I was old enough to hold on to my dad’s back,” she nods. “Even before then, to be honest. But that was on his cruiser. He put a seat for me on the back of his Harley.”

I can’t help but smile at her. “Cool. I was just trying to understand if I have to worry about balance.”

Her lips curl up in a little smirk, her green eyes brighter under the light of the bonfire. “Just worry about taking Cal down as many notches as you can. I can’t believe I wasted so much time with such an asshole.”

Zara is hot. I noticed that the second I saw her, pinned against Fox’s RV.

But now that I have the chance to really look at her without looking like a creep?

She’s perfect. Long, dark hair, big, bright green eyes. I wonder if her pouty lips feel as soft as they look. Her figure is petite and yet curvy in all the right places. Zara has gorgeous, big tits, a thin waist, and her hips flare out to give her a perfect hourglass figure.

She isn’t tall. I tower over her by almost a foot, but her legs look long and toned.

“Hey,” I lower my voice to make sure no one else can hear us. “Don’t worry about undoing the belt at the end. It sounds too reckless. We can beat Fox even without that.”

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