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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?”