Page 1 of Rider Forbidden
Chapter One
Jack
I pull up into the pit after my practice run and slow to a stop. My team makes their way towards me and I hand one of them my helmet.
“It leans to the left Harry,” I tell my manager, as I dismount from my bike. My new BMW bike is the shit, but it needs a little tweaking.
He nods, “Yeah, I saw that. We can fix that, not a problem - other than that?”
I grin at him, “Other than that, I fucking love it.”
He slaps me on the shoulder as we walk away towards the changing rooms. It's freezing this morning, which is what you’d expect in January - but it doesn't stop me working up a sweat in these leathers. People don’t realise how much energy it takes to ride. I have to be at optimum fitness all the time. The gym is my friend.
As I walk with him, a pretty little thing approaches. “Oh, that was so good, I can’t wait to see you race for real.” She sounds breathless.
I smirk, hmmm . . . maybe tonight’s bit of fun right here?
“Thanks sweetheart. You work here?”
She shakes her head. “No, I'm just visiting. I’m Mandi, with an ‘I’.” She hands me a piece of paper. “My number, just in case you’re at a loose end while I'm here.” She smiles at me and I watch her walk off, no doubt swinging her hips on purpose so that I’ll watch her arse as she walks away. It works - I do just that.
“Thanks honey, I might just give you a call.” I called after her.
Harry shakes his head at me. “You know, too much use and it'll fall off.”
I laugh, “Rubbish, keeps it in shape. I can't help being irresistible.”
I mean all these women throwing themselves at me - like I'm going to turn them down. Why would I?
Harry doesn't get it, he's old, in his late fifties, settled down after his kids were born - which was a long time ago now.
He leaves me to it while I get changed. As I leave the dressing room I run smack bang into Denny. “Hey, good run bud. Saw it lean, I’m on it.” My head mechanic won't let me down, best not seeing as he's my best mate too.
“Yeah, we’ll sort it. You coming to the pub later? Think there are a few of us going to be there?”
He smiles “Yeah, see you there?” Denny is the yin to my yang, quiet where I am loud, sensible where I am stupid as fuck.
I nod, “Yeah, told mum I’ll go for dinner but after that I’ll come and meet you guys, Horse and Cart as usual?”
He nods, “Of course - see you there later then.”
I get to mum’s and dad’s house on time. Mum looks after me with a freshly cooked chicken dinner. Mum and dad are my number one fans in everything I do - they come and watch every race. Adopted parents actually, but you wouldn't know - they’re mum and dad to me. My own parents might not have wanted me, but they sure did.
A couple of hours later I turn up at the pub, I spot the gang, give them a nod, then head on over to the bar.
“Hey, sweetheart.” It's the usual barmaid, I can't remember her name. Sweetheart is usually a safe bet. In bed too, its a rule of mine while I'm fucking, use sweetheart - you can't get yourself into shit by saying the wrong name. This one for example, think I fucked her about a month ago - she was OK - not sure I’ll go there again. She’s still into me though, I can spot the look a mile away.
“Hi gorgeous, what can I get you?” she winks
Yup, definitely still into me. “Can I have a pint and six shots? Anythin’ll do.”
She bends forwards to get the glasses for the shots, purposely giving me a glance at her cleavage. Sorry honey, I've already been there, done that.
I pull out my phone and check for messages. I have one from Harry.
Phone me asap, news you're not going to like.
Oh great, what the fuck’s gone wrong now? Hope it's not a problem with our sponsor - it was so hard getting a sponsor in the first place. I know I'm good, but I still need my big win, getting someone to take a risk on me has been hard. Now BMW has come on board with me they're more willing, but it's not too late for something to go wrong.
