I’m not sure what to make of Vegas. It’s so completely different being here with Amberly and River, my family I suppose. That’s what you’d call them, wouldn’t you? Don’t get ahead of yourself. I didn’t ask Amberly to marry me and in reality, we’re pretty far from that point in our relationship.
My nerves are all over the place. Remember the anxiety I have? I don’t know why, but now it’s worse than ever before. I can’t place why exactly, just that it is.
The lead up into the two-night show is what does it for me. Maybe because I care now? I always cared, whether I wanted to admit it or not. Don’t tell anyone.
We drove to Vegas and I haven’t slept in two days. Once we arrive, it’s crazy with interviews, photo shoots, and signings. Nobody listened when I said I didn’t want to do them. I’m pretty much forced into rooms and told to sit there and be nice.
They hyped the event so much even I wasn’t sure I could live up to it, and you know I’m pretty confident on my level of ability on a bike. Night one’s a disaster and while my runs are solid, they’re not enough to compete with Shade.
Tonight, I need to make up for it.
Before the show, I walk out on the track to check out the ramp setup with Shade and our mechanics. Auden, Shade’s mechanic, is worried about the length of the ninety-foot gap and the clearance overhead while Ledger, my new mechanic, he’s checking out the Red Bull girls. Goes to show you maybe I shouldn’t have made any changes. But in all honesty, I felt bad for the poor nearly divorced fool and brought him along.
Shade nudges my arm. “You gonna do a triple?” he teases.
Ricky walks up, kicking up a chunk of dirt with the tip of his shoe. He leans down, checking the consistency of it. “No, he’s not.”
I smile. I don’t tell them either way, but I never actually practiced the triple and unlike Shade, I’m not here to do the unthinkable. I’m here to shock them. And while I know a triple will, that’s Shade’s thing.
Looking over the tight track, I’m impressed with how they managed to set up inside the MGM Grand. Initially they’d planned to do the show on the strip itself, but Vegas police wouldn’t go for it in fear someone would get injured.
Once the show begins, Amberly catches me. She’s not working the merchandise trailer, but instead watching from the Red Bull suite with River. How’s that for family? They’re watching me.
I’m in the makeshift tunnel that separates the riders paddock from the waiting zone where I’m you know, fucking freaking out and thinking maybe I might get sick in the garbage can next to me.
I look at her. She’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she? Wearing skin-tight jeans that leave little to the imagination, her bright green top hangs low enough the tops of her perky tits are visible. I stare at them, thinking of all the things I’m going to do to her when we’re back in the hotel room.
“Are you nervous?” she asks.
I avoid the question. “Where’s River?”
Amberly wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Scarlet took her up to the suite.”
“I’ve been thinking. You need to quit your job.”
She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Why?”
“Two reasons.”
She laughs. “And they are?”
“River needs you.”
“And the second?”
I’m almost ashamed to admit this, but then again, I’m not at all. She needs to know being in love with me comes with requests. And every now and again, they’re not related to sex, or are they? “I know what I thought every time I saw you bend over that table to hand someone a part or a fucking T-shirt and I’ll be goddamn if I’m going to let anyone else entertain those ideas anymore.”
“You’re so possessive it’s adorable.” At least she finds it cute and doesn’t want me arrested. Her lips press to mine. Once. Twice. That’s all it takes to get me distracted. Twisting, I back her up against the wall. My thoughts are all over the place, but one remains calming. Her being here and the fact she’s finally mine.
I drop my mouth to her tits, devouring the taste of her innocent skin against my tongue. Flattening my tongue, I let the cool metal of my tongue ring slide over her chest. She squirms as an, “Oh God, Tiller I want your cock in my ass,” or something to that effect leaves her pretty mouth. I’m not sure. It’s actually fairly loud in the tunnel with the dirt bikes revving nearby. But I’m sure it was something like that. Do you believe me?
Didn’t think so. Whatever. She still wants me. The heat of her pussy tells me so.
An official yells out, “Ten minutes!”
Amberly grins, whispering, “Show me the true meaning behind Wild Cat.”
See, that I heard clearly. No question. And that translates to she definitely wants my cock in her ass later. Growling out a breath, I’m reminded of the way she sucked my cock in my truck the other night and how I spread milkshake all over her pussy and then ate it.
The images push me forward, drive me to continue kissing her. I should stop, but I can’t. Or maybe it’s that I don’t want to because this girl fucking owns me. I should be mentally preparing myself, but here I am trying to fuck my girl against the wall. Not much has changed, has it?
Cupping her face with one hand, I bring my mouth back to her lips, deepening the kiss, my body pressing her into the wall behind her. She wraps her legs around my waist and moans at the contact. I press forward again, and even with the thick fabric of my riding pants, she feels what she’s doing to me.
Giggling, she pushes back. “Okay, brakes, buddy.”
“Brakes are for pussies,” I grunt out, rubbing against her for the friction.
I don’t plan on stopping and I’m silently calculating the time it’d take for me to get us both off, and if I have time to do so before my run.
It’s Willa who makes me stop. “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” she yells, coming around the corner with Camden, who’s been following her around like a puppy dog. Yeah, we brought the little shit. Only because Willa promised his dad she wouldn’t let him out of her sight. “Stop it and get back to your bike.”
Amberly physically shoves me away from her. “Yeah, stop.”
I smile and reach in my pants, adjusting myself.
“Good luck!” Amberly yells, running down the hall, her heels clicking on the concrete.
I wrap my arm around Willa and rub my face against the side of her cheek. She punches me in the ear. Straight up fuckin’ punch to the head. I see stars.
I rub it, glaring. “Was that necessary?”
She nods. “Very.” Then she points in my face. “If they interview you, please remember your daughter’s watching.”
Do you notice the way my heart kicks when she says daughter?
I do. Nodding, I follow her to my bike. Camden hands me my helmet. “If you win, can I have this?”
I stare at the helmet, and then him. Not that I won’t, but I ask, “Why?”
The innocence in his eyes shine and his smile breaks through. “Because you’re my best friend.”
Camden shouldn’t have forgiven me for the way I treated him. Hell, Amberly shouldn’t. But they both did. You can tell a lot about someone in what they chose to see in you.