Page 24 of Rider Forbidden
“I’ve beaten you before.”
Ooh, he did not just say that.
“That was your one and only time, I hope you enjoyed it.”
Everyone is just watching the play between them in silence. I look up behind me at Jack and he meets my eyes, they look like steel. He squeezes my shoulder. “You coming Danish?”
I feel like it’s a test on where my loyalties lie. I don't have to think twice about it. “Of course,” I smile at him, he nods down to my drink “You bringing that?” Why do I get the feeling that he saw Dom drink my drink?
“No, I'm good I have water in my bag.”
He smiles at me a real soft genuine smile. I think I passed the test. I'm part of the team of course I am -no way I wouldn't show my loyalty. That’s all this was, right? Me showing loyalty to the team?
We get up and follow Jack, I say my goodbyes to everyone.
Dom speaks “See you on the track, English, where I will win, who knows, the prize today may be your woman.” He didnotjust say that!
“You stay the fuck away from her!” Jack barges past me and ploughs into Dom, still sitting down, grabbing him by the collar. The other two, Rocco and Orzo, stand up immediately and in a flash, Denny is on Jack.
He says something to us. Something only those two can here and jack just stares at Dom for a moment, their faces only inches apart. Dom still looks so composed, even with a smirk curling his lips in a way I do not like. He wanted to get this rise out of him, that’s the only reason he said what he said. What an arsehole. Suddenly Jack pushes away from Dom and straightens up “Let's go!”
He looks around at me, I nod immediately.
He steers me away, he has his hand in the small of my back, I like it. He just pretty much defended my honour - or something like that - and did I mention what he looks like in his leathers?
We get to the pit, Denny is watching us both. “Dom is always trying to get to you – why do you let him get under your skin?” he asks Jack.
“He's gonna eat shit on the track today – I'm gonna make sure of it.”
We stand around while Jack gets ready, he chats to Harry and Denny - he looks so serious - so determined and focused. It's hot. I’ve never seen this side of him before. Jesus, this isn't even a race, it’s a practice, so what will he be like on race day? Although after his exchange with Dom I have a feeling that it’s a little more than just a practice. Obviously, some rivalry going on there. I need to google him later and look on YouTube to see where they've raced together before.
Jack straddles his bike and puts the helmet on. I feel things I haven't felt in a long time watching him straddle his bike like that. I'm turned on. Men don't seem to affect me in the way that they used to, but he is definitely affecting me. Those thighs . . . you can see how thick they are in his leathers. I know why he’s so muscly, on the bends their bikes tilt almost ninety degrees, it's their thighs that control it and stop them from sliding and falling off. I imagine my hand running up and down his muscly thigh . . . I look up and the helmet is pointed my way, he’s watching me. I hope it's not written all over my face what I was just thinking. I have a feeling he can read me better than most.
I’ve watched him on YouTube before but watching him live is so much different. On-screen is hot enough but watching him in real life . . . I can't explain it - the noise of the bikes - the obvious power they have. Why is it so hot watching him? I don't like that I'm thinking about him way too much. I need a dose of reality. I haven't been able to be just me in such a long time, just being ‘mummy’ for the last four years, that I think I'm letting it go to my head - here in this country where everything is foreign.
Don't forget Robyn what he said about you.
But that’s been sorted now, hasn't it? He’s been nice to me more times than he’s been mean, I mean I know we spar against one another but that’s just banter now. But there’s the fact that he’s an absolute manwhore that shags anything that moves and then bins them off afterwards. That is an important part of him and the reason I should stay well clear. Still, I'm sure he would be particularly good at scratching that itch I seem to have at the moment - one I haven't felt in . . . well ever.
Chapter 10
Robyn
Once practice is over, we head off to the bar at the hotel, just for a quick drink then we get ready for dinner. We’re going out to a club later; all the teams go to one club and it turns into sort of a biker after-party meet-up. It's something that happens regularly.
I decide to wear a new dress that I bought for the trip. I didn't have any nice dressy clothes so I went online and did a quick order - I found a gorgeous dress, it was so different than anything I’d ever chosen to wear before, it was really short and strappy, the material at the top was quite loose, a little like a vest top, but the bottom was girlie with small print, Grey coloured with small flowers. It has a multi-length flowy hem. Did I mention it was short? I had some tangerine coloured wedge heels and a tangerine bag that went with it. I did my hair down and wavy and put full makeup on. I looked in the mirror, I felt good . . . young. My eyes were shining, I don't feel like I’ve seen them do that for a while. I'm excited . . . I feel like being fun. I like this side of me, I thought she’d ran off, but she was still there - waiting for me to start living again.
Sophie and I make our way down to dinner. I see her check her phone again. Come to think of it, she’d disappeared for a little while this afternoon. I'm wondering if that guy Rocco had anything to do with it - need to find out more on that.
We walk into the restaurant area and look for the guys. I feel a few heads look in our direction - men’s heads, and it makes me feel good . . . empowered. We spot them and they turn to look at us as we make our way, but its Jack’s stare that I feel pulsating all through my body. I can feel his stare, how is that even possible?
“Hey everyone,” Sophie says as we get close.
Someone whistles, I think its Denny. “Jesus Christ, you two scrub up OK don't you?”
I'm embarrassed and smile, Sophie links me. “Well, we’re young free and single, so who knows what the night will bring?”
Jack speaks up “You both look gorgeous.” But he’s looking at me when he says it.
