I rub a hand over my face, wondering how she can hear what I didn’t say. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess.” A certain little devil to be specific, although, I don’t want to say that to Ma. She’ll really get on me about settling down if she thinks I found someone, and one night of incredible orgasms does not equate to finding someone.
Besides, it still weirds me out that I thought about Lennon on the bike. Aside from being dangerous, it was so…strange. But in a good way. I liked the direction my mind went, imagining him on the bike with me—a part of my happy place.
“This is why you need a break from the travel.” Ma’s voice pushes Lennon’s image from my mind.
“Can’t. Not yet, anyway. We have two more locations to film, then the racing season starts. I am staying in a house instead of a trailer right now though, so I’ll get some good rest over the next few days,” I head off the objection I know she’ll have to my tight schedule.
Then it hits me, it’s because of the house I felt so good this morning, not the guy. I mean, who wouldn’t feel great after a night in an actual bedroom instead of the cramped little sleeping nook in my trailer? And even though he stayed over, waking up next to him wasn’t exactly refreshing. It was rushed. And a little frustrating.
Since I never have people stay the night, I obviously confused his presence with the importance of a kick ass bed. Okay, maybe the insanely good orgasms played a role in wearing me out, but it was definitely the bed that made me wake up feeling great. Right?
“Promise after this season you’ll take a break then. Maybe even come for a visit.” Once again Ma pushes thoughts of Lennon and that comfy bed aside. It's short lived, though. As soon as we hang up, his image rushes back into my thoughts, pressed up against the wall as we rutted against one another.
I wonder what he’s wearing under the jeans we soiled this morning?
Nine can’t come around fast enough.
Chapter five
Lennon
Standing in front of the massive oak door, the same way I did last night, I mentally tell myself off as my hand stretches toward the doorbell. I’m smart enough to know better, so what am I doing here? Getting laid doesn’t sound like a reasonable explanation despite the way my body craves it.
My cock twitches in protest.
Okay, maybe this isn’t the worst idea since he’s leaving in ten days. And maybe helping me this morning proved he’s sort of a decent guy underneath the piggish persona, even though his primary goal is to get down and dirty. I can’t really hold that against him since it’s my primary goal as well, and if I’m going to do repeats, it makes me feel a little better that he’s not a total dick.
Then there are the orgasms. Dear God… I’ve never had better, and one of those might not technically count since we still had our clothes on.
Fuck it. I’m a grown ass man who just wants a good dicking. I don’t have to justify that, even to myself.
The bell echoes from inside the house as my finger connects with the button. Footsteps grow closer, then stop, and the door swingsopen to reveal Axel. Wearing a satisfied grin, he leans against the frame. Somehow, he managed to get even sexier than when I saw him last. I want to pounce on him right here.
“Planning to do some work, or make your getaway in clean clothes?” Axel’s tongue glides over his bottom lip as he gives me an appreciative once-over, eyes coming to rest on the bag I have slung over my shoulder.
“Pig,” I mutter as I brush past him, stepping inside the house that’s far too nice for a group of sweaty guys. Oriental carpets on top of polished wood floors, cream walls adorned with paintings in ornate frames, and what I’m sure is a great view from the wall of windows directly in front of me, though it’s too dark to tell right now.
The Caldwell’s come into the restaurant when they’re in town, but I’ve never been to their place, and seeing the quality construction that I was too preoccupied to notice last night, I’m sure it costs an arm and a leg to rent. Biking must pay pretty well.And I walked in here willingly, just like he wanted. No wonder he’s smug.
“Can we do this without the gloating?” I huff, a futile attempt to maintain my pride.
His eyes flare wide before his brow furrows. “I’m not gloating. I’m relieved, actually. I’ve been half hard all day. Nearly wrecked my bike. If you didn’t show I’d have had to take matters into my own hands,literally….and I’d much rather put myself in yours.” The corner of his mouth ticks up suggestively.
How does he make arrogance look irresistible?
The heat from his words rises up my neck, settling in my cheeks, and since I can’t hide that, I lean into it. “Are you hurt? After almost wrecking.” I run my finger down his chest, which is unfortunately covered by a T-shirt. I can’t stop the sly grin from spreading over my face when he shivers.
“Not physically.” He catches my hand in his. “Mentally, I’m a little shaken.”
I scrunch my brows. “Why?”
“I’ve never lost focus when riding. Usually, my mind clears, and I just concentrate on the ride. Today, I couldn’t keep my mind on the bike.” He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand.
“What was it on?” I play coy, knowing damn well he was thinking about me. It almost makes me feel bad that it could've caused him harm, but it’s flattering nonetheless.
His tongue swipes seductively across his bottom lip. “What do you think?”
“Me?” I blink innocently. “What about me?”
