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She smiles, looks up at me and gently kisses my swollen lip. “Good luck.” And then she frowns at the Monster Energy chicks who have made it known the Sawyer brothers were on their radar. I don’t know what it is about women lately, but they seem to up their I’ll-take-that-one game once you’re involved with someone. I’ve been handed more phone numbers and offers to blow me in the last day than I have in the last year. It’s fucking crazy. “I swear to God, if that chick with the black hair tries anything with you, I’m going to rip her extensions out and strangle her.”
I grab her ass, sighing in her ear. “Goddamn, I love it when you’re feisty.”
Pushing away, she pretends to punch the air like a boxer would, bouncing around in front of me. “I’m jobless, homeless, and got nothing to lose.”
“You’re not homeless. You’re sleeping in my bed every night.” Hooking my arm around her shoulders, I press my lips carefully to her head. “And I love you, but I have work to do if I’m going to compete against Shade and his fucking triple 360 superman, or whatever the fuck that crazy shit is he’s doing today.”
Ophelia’s still staring at the Monster Energy chicks. “Maybe I could get a job with Monster Energy?”
Do you see the look on my face? I’m not amused. I’ve fucked those kinds of girls she’s talking about, but I’m not about to point that out. I’m also not entertained by the idea of her being one of them. Those girls, though I’m sure they didn’t intend for it to happen, they’re easily the whores of the sport. Not all of them, but the vast majority, yes. They sleep their way to the top of whatever chain they’re trying to climb. Most of the time it involves a cock.
“The fuck you will,” I warn her.
Ophelia looks up at me. “Why not?”
I point to where the girls are standing near the hospitality tents and whisper in her ear. “And have men stare at you like that….”
Her eyes follow my gesture to the tent. “It’s not like I’d let them touch me. And who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do? I’m a grown woman.”
Anger pulses through me and I fight the urge to keep a smile on my face. “You can do anything you want, unless it involves another man staring at you wishing you were riding their cock.”
She moves in front of me, her hands on my chest. I can’t tell if she’s trying to piss me off or showing her independence. “How do you know that doesn’t already happen just by standing here? I am wearing leather pants.”
I grip her hands, harder than she’s expecting and glare at her. “I said no, Ophelia. Drop it.”
A smile breaks her armor of autonomy. “I’m just messing with you. Now go win the gold and I’ll let you fuck me with my heels on.”
I half laugh and kiss her. Hard. Possessive. So she knows I’m never letting go. And then I pepper her entire face with kisses just to be clear she’s mine. I kissed it, it’s mine. “I’ll pass on the heels. My shin is still healing from the last time.”
Do you see the shock on her face? She covers her mouth, a giggle slipping past her lips. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize how sharp they were.”
Amberly and Scarlet find Ophelia and they make their way to the Honda tent with Ricky and Willa.
On my bike now, I make it about thirty feet before Carl finds me in the staging lane. He nudges my shoulder. “Thank you.”
I look over at him, trying to untangle my goggles from my handlebars. “For what? Telling your daughter she couldn’t become a stripper? You’re welcome.”
“Uh, no.” He laughs. “But I guess thanks for that too.”
“For what then?”
“For letting me tell her.”
I nod, and I don’t intend to say anything more, but all this talk about Baja with my brothers reminds me of what this guy means to me. You and I both know I’ve had very little supervision over the years and if it wasn’t for this man, I’d be dead. So I smile and say, “I’d do anything for you, Carl.”
He laughs, rolling his eyes. “Aside from staying away from my daughter….”
I wink. “Let’s face it. I’m the best option for her.”
“I can’t deny that.”
And that’s the last we talk about it. All that aside, you probably want to know how the X Games went, don’t you? I end up going home with the silver medal. Guess who won the gold?
Yep. Shade. Fucker.
Or maybe you’re wondering if Ophelia made friends with Monster Energy chicks?
She did not. Nor did she apply to be one. I might be the best boyfriend ever, but I’m kind of a dick when it comes to who will be staring at her. You shouldn’t be so surprised by that one.