“Poor bastard.” Reid shook his head and we both laughed as we commiserated with his brother. We all used to think that figuring out how to become motocross champs would be our main concern in life. We were wrong. So damn wrong.
The second the Bennett sisters showed up in our lives—or we showed up in theirs—there was a shift in priorities. Handling love was so much harder than handling a dirt bike. From where I was standing, Hoyt was in the same boat with Chayse McCade. Except she was making him work for a life raft before letting him in the boat.
“He’ll figure it out,” I told Reid. “We did.”
* * *
“Finally,” I said, opening the door of the Airstream. I found Georgia waiting for me and wearing one of my t-shirts. Only one of my t-shirts. My pulse started racing the second I saw her legs and picked up speed as I let my eyes drink her in from head to toe. How was it possible that she got more beautiful each time I saw her?
“Hi,” she said, nearly jumping into my arms and kissing my lips. The meet and greet had lasted nearly three hours. Luckily, between autographs and posing for pictures, Nick had secured a contract with Valiance Apparel, the newest outfitters of Throttled Energy riders.
Georgia and Nora had their fill of the excitement and told us they would see us at home. Nora had gone back to her and Reid’s apartment. My home was on wheels at the moment, which meant Georgia had come to the Airstream and taken a shower. I was ready to be alone with her.
“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed some clothes,” she said stepping back to look down at the worn, black t-shirt she’d pulled from my dresser. I had to smile at the ‘I Like it Fast’ wording printed over the image of a dirt bike. “My luggage is at Reid’s apartment.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, letting my hands drift down her bare thighs. “You look better in this than I do.” I knew that if I let my hands go up any farther, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. “I’m going to grab a shower,” I started to tell her my plans for cleaning up and then ravaging her, but my attention soon shifted. “Is this the right trailer?” I quickly realized that the inside of my trailer was completely different. New paint on the walls, new rugs on the floor.
“Yep,” she said. Nora had shown up with the trailer the day before and I hadn’t had time to do anything except hook it up in the RV court at Mill Valley. “I spruced it up a little.”
“A little?” I said, checking the place out. The kitchen was spotless and the usual clutter I had strapped to the top of the counter was gone. My coffee pot, my portable bar, my collection of trophies, were all missing. She opened a cabinet to show me where she’d stored all of the items that once littered the countertop.
“If I’m going to be staying in this thing when I visit you, I wanted it to be less... bachelor pad.”
“You mean you didn’t like the movie posters and duct taped renovations?” I laughed, silently thanking the heavens that she was staying. I’d always thought about redoing the place, but was always sidetracked with something. Riding mostly. Or chasing after a pretty blond, anxiety-ridden nurse.
“I didn’t hate them,” she assured me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I just thought that maybe it needed freshened up a bit.” She pointed out the new leather sofa and shelf she’d installed to display my trophies. My flat screen television was neatly mounted on the wall, and my video games and console were organized—probably alphabetically—beneath it. “Do you not like it?” The concern on her face was sweet.
“I love it, babe. Thank you.” I kissed the crease between her eyebrows. “I want you to feel at home here.” If a few throw pillows and a good cleaning were all it took to keep her on the road with me I’d let her do it. Hell, I’d let her paint it pink and cover the damn thing in lace if it meant she’d be visiting me more often.
“Good,” she said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“When did you find time to do all this?”
“I’m a fantastic multi-tasker,” she answered proudly. “And you know how I like to keep busy.”
I nodded. That she did.
“Speaking of multitasking,” she said, rubbing her hand over my short hair. “When did you find the time for this?”
“Oh, you know, I might have had a ‘she broke up with me, I need to do something drastic’ moment of weakness,” I confessed.
“Sorry,” she said with a forgive-me smile. “Good thing you look super sexy with short hair,” she added.
“Don’t I?” I leaned in for another kiss, but she shook her head.
“You do, but there’s more to see before we start making out,” she insisted with a laugh and giving me a quick peck on the lips. “Come see the bedroom.” She grabbed my hand and led me through the small kitchen, to the bathroom, and through the curtains she’d hung to separate the bedroom. When she pulled it back, I was blown away by what she’d done. It wasn’t just a queen-sized mattress on the floor and few blankets thrown on top of it like I’d had. There was a bed frame, nightstands, and new gray and white linens.
“This looks incredible,” I told her, wondering exactly how she pulled this off on a nursing student’s budget. “Did you pay for all this?”
“You did,” she said biting her lip. “I didn’t spend much,” she assured me. “Your PayPal password was stored on my computer,” she confessed. “I was going to call and ask you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It’s fine,” I told her. I didn’t care if she spent my money, especially on something for both of us. We were a couple and that meant we’d share everything... including money. “I’ll get you a credit card with your name on it,” I added. “I want to take care of you Georgia.”
“I know that,” she said. “And I’ll be adding to the pot very soon. Only a few more months until graduation. Maybe I’ll look for a job in Texas,” she added.
“You’d do that?”
“I told you that I want to be with you,” she said.
“I know, but I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I can be a nurse anywhere and I think it might be time for me to spread my wings a little,” she said. “Besides, the being apart thing wasn’t really working for me.”
“Me either.” I wanted her with me all the time, and the fact that she was actually willing to relocate for me meant more than she’d ever know. I hugged her tightly. I wanted to toss her on our new bed and show her how much I appreciated what she’d done, but I needed a shower. “It actually feels like a home,” I said, cupping her face in my hands. “Especially with you here.”
“You’re getting a little sappy,” she giggled as I pressed my lips to hers. “Brett Sallinger is supposed to be a hard ass motocross champion,” she teased.
“That’s on the track, baby,” I said. “In here... with you... I’m as sappy as they come.” I used to be that guy who didn’t have a care in the world other than riding. I didn’t want a commitment that didn’t involve getting paid by a sponsor. Now, as I looked around the room and felt her in my arms, all I wanted to do was to make her happy.
“I won’t tell,” she playfully whispered. “Can’t have your reputation being tainted.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” I said, playing along. I kissed her again, this time more out of passion than gratitude. My tongue swept between her lips as I let my hands roam over her body. The sensations zipping through my body were a mix of desire and fulfillment. She was here. With me. I’d thought I’d lost her and she’d come back. There was nothing else I needed to feel complete. “Don’t want them thinking I’ve gone soft.”
“I don’t think that’s ever going to be your problem,” she said, cupping my hard dick in her hand. Adrenaline started pumping through my veins the second her hands were on me. I immediately leaned into her touch, wishing that pants weren’t separating us. We’d reconnected in the shed and as hot and exciting as it was, I wanted to take my time with her and enjoy our reconciliation. I wanted to put my hands and mouth on every inch of her body and remind her exactly why we were so good together. I wanted to watch as she remembered and feel her touch on my skin. “Go take a shower,” she insisted. “I’ll be waiting right here,” she added, falling onto her stomach on the bed. Her shirt riding up enough to show the lower curves of her ass and driving home a reminder that I’d ripped her panties off her body earlier that day.